[ Rex was already interested when the games came up. Whilst he rarely has the chance to indulge (scratch that, he rarely chooses to spend time on them when he could be studying or training) he does enjoy them. Especially the sorts she mentioned that match his mindset.
He only has a small patch of stubble left but can’t wait for even that. He turns to look at Helena with a natural, if small smile and a twinkle in his eye. ]
Singing.
[ Don’t say these things to him and not expect him to be instantly eager. ]
[ It's not a conscious thing, but he flutters his eyelashes at that and his hands brought together as much as they're able. Her adorable blush only has him more determined to hear her sing. ]
[She sighs, finishing up those last little bits of stubble before setting the razor down and (somewhat theatrically) rubbing the bridge of her nose.]
I knew I shouldn't've said anything.
[But look, he's doing this on his own recognizance. And at least he isn't (she's pretty sure) the type to tease her about it.
And so she turns off the speaker so that she can launch into something--well, something fittingly grim.]
Remember everything I told you Keep it in your heart like a stone And when the winds have blown things 'round and back again what was once your pain will be your home
All around the table, white-haired men have gathered spilling their sons' blood like table wine Remember everything I told you Everything in its own time
[Her voice was programmed for pleasantness--it's maybe a little soft for the material--but she's got no reason to be embarrassed. Even though she totally still is.]
[ If we're talking theatre, Rex has her beat the way he closes his eyes and absolutely soaks up her singing. There's one thing better for Rex than a new version of a song he's heard before and that's a song he's never heard at all. This is like both at once, a single performance just for him. It's heaven! The dark topic doesn't bother him- is that so surprising, considering it's him?
His eyes open only so that he can, very gently and ready to stop if she expresses the slightest distaste, stand up to drape his arms around her shoulders and give a soft squeeze. It's a little more forward and openly affectionate than usual, but it's all a little overwhelming, everything together. Being cared for so diligently, the intimacy of the blade on skin that was more trust he showed others, the teasing and now the singing... ]
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[Usually solitaire versions out of necessity. But even then, the patterns, the variations captivate her.
There's a pause before she tacks on one more item, said as if she were admitting it under mild duress.]
Singing.
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He only has a small patch of stubble left but can’t wait for even that. He turns to look at Helena with a natural, if small smile and a twinkle in his eye. ]
Singing.
[ Don’t say these things to him and not expect him to be instantly eager. ]
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It's--it's certainly not something I'd ever inflict on anyone else!
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[ It's not a conscious thing, but he flutters his eyelashes at that and his hands brought together as much as they're able. Her adorable blush only has him more determined to hear her sing. ]
And really wanted to hear?
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I knew I shouldn't've said anything.
[But look, he's doing this on his own recognizance. And at least he isn't (she's pretty sure) the type to tease her about it.
And so she turns off the speaker so that she can launch into something--well, something fittingly grim.]
Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things 'round and back again
what was once your pain will be your home
All around the table, white-haired men have gathered
spilling their sons' blood like table wine
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time
[Her voice was programmed for pleasantness--it's maybe a little soft for the material--but she's got no reason to be embarrassed. Even though she totally still is.]
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His eyes open only so that he can, very gently and ready to stop if she expresses the slightest distaste, stand up to drape his arms around her shoulders and give a soft squeeze. It's a little more forward and openly affectionate than usual, but it's all a little overwhelming, everything together. Being cared for so diligently, the intimacy of the blade on skin that was more trust he showed others, the teasing and now the singing... ]
Thank you. So much.