*looks around, staring, breathless at the beauty of the garden* Ready. *murmurs back and finally tears his eyes from the garden and back to Prospero, shifting closer in preparation for the dance*
*wraps his arm tighter around Ariel, beginning the dance; slow at first, then picking up the pace, swirling around gracefully* *he keeps focussed on Ariel, the need, want, desire, passion, love, tenderness, and compassion building up in his body*
*as the dance speeds up throws his head back again, laughing, and watches the stars swirl above them* *having the time of his existance, and doesn't want it to end*
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