[Elizabeth noticed it, as she noticed everything, it was a curious feeling under hands as it was to hear.]
Say such thing, and we will have to find you a protect from such fates. It does not do to have one's heart snatched so often. Otherwise what is left for you?
[She settled back, enjoying -- in fact she enjoyed all of it. It was soft, gently. All the things she wanted. It reminded her of being young, of being in England. But the longer it went on, as it changed... slowly, she noticed that her sewing was blurring out of sight and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears that stung. Foolish woman, when had she become so sentimental that a simple song did this to her?
But it was simple, in it's affection, it's want to please. I don't want to live my life alone. She turned her head down a little more as she wiped at her eyes, though more than one escaped. A darker splotch on the white of her sewing. Not that she wanted him to stop singing, she liked it. Hadn't heard that much modern music, and in a lot of ways she knew that the pure choirs she'd raised too would never be matched... but this, it was different and complete in its emotion. Lamenting and hopeful and regretful. Sweet as any bard she knew.
When he finished, she hoped her tears didn't show and gave him a weak smile.] That was very lovely, Master Rabbit. I think I like it very much.
[Oh dear, he hadn't wanted to cause that kind of reaction with a simple song. No, not at all.
Rabbit's spindly arms reach forward halfway through the distance between them before they freeze in midair, unable to allow himself to continue without permission. She is royalty, after all, and a woman. That kinda thing just ain't proper.] I'm, uh, I'm real g-glad ya liked it.
[What to do what to do-] H-h-hey, wanna hear another? Somethin' a lil' more upbeat an' dance-y? I got one I think you'll r-r-really enjoy it.
[She truthfully didn't mean it. But it was difficult to... hold it all together, though she does manage it. Takes a short breath and swallows back, chancing a wider smile at him.] I did like it, very much.
[But she didn't want him to be awkward, to think she didn't like it. So she took his hand, lightly kissing the back of it. Squeezing tightly for a moment before she let him go.]
Whatever you think will serve, I don't have much of a preference. But you have a lovely voice, and I've never heard this kind of music.
[The kiss to his cold, spindly hand has Rabbit puffing out another burst of hot steam, looking just a little taken back but definitely pleased at the contact. How could he not rise to his feet in an instant with a jittery creak of his limbs, grinning wildly at the lovely queen before him?]
J-j-j-just sit back an' enjoy yerself! [The copper man replied while bending to shuffle through his bag, pulling out his new melodica for a tune she can bob her sweet head to.] You'll really like this next one!
[No more of those sad, sappy songs from Rabbit for today. It was all upbeat from here on out for the rest of the afternoon, for as long as she'd have him.]
Say such thing, and we will have to find you a protect from such fates. It does not do to have one's heart snatched so often. Otherwise what is left for you?
[She settled back, enjoying -- in fact she enjoyed all of it. It was soft, gently. All the things she wanted. It reminded her of being young, of being in England. But the longer it went on, as it changed... slowly, she noticed that her sewing was blurring out of sight and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears that stung. Foolish woman, when had she become so sentimental that a simple song did this to her?
But it was simple, in it's affection, it's want to please. I don't want to live my life alone. She turned her head down a little more as she wiped at her eyes, though more than one escaped. A darker splotch on the white of her sewing. Not that she wanted him to stop singing, she liked it. Hadn't heard that much modern music, and in a lot of ways she knew that the pure choirs she'd raised too would never be matched... but this, it was different and complete in its emotion. Lamenting and hopeful and regretful. Sweet as any bard she knew.
When he finished, she hoped her tears didn't show and gave him a weak smile.] That was very lovely, Master Rabbit. I think I like it very much.
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Rabbit's spindly arms reach forward halfway through the distance between them before they freeze in midair, unable to allow himself to continue without permission. She is royalty, after all, and a woman. That kinda thing just ain't proper.] I'm, uh, I'm real g-glad ya liked it.
[What to do what to do-] H-h-hey, wanna hear another? Somethin' a lil' more upbeat an' dance-y? I got one I think you'll r-r-really enjoy it.
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[But she didn't want him to be awkward, to think she didn't like it. So she took his hand, lightly kissing the back of it. Squeezing tightly for a moment before she let him go.]
Whatever you think will serve, I don't have much of a preference. But you have a lovely voice, and I've never heard this kind of music.
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J-j-j-just sit back an' enjoy yerself! [The copper man replied while bending to shuffle through his bag, pulling out his new melodica for a tune she can bob her sweet head to.] You'll really like this next one!
[No more of those sad, sappy songs from Rabbit for today. It was all upbeat from here on out for the rest of the afternoon, for as long as she'd have him.]
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