~ Dance 1: with Abigail ~
“Society might … I would never. I believe that even when you’re idle and not doing anything important for the world, you’re still able to be awe inspiring to us all with your intelligence and quick reflexes. But then again, I’m not keen of thinking of children to be the same as their parents, nor am I keen on asking them to conform to the same way their parents were. Perhaps because often children are the ones who often pay and suffer for the mistakes of their fathers and mothers, which I don’t condone.” Bruce smiled slightly, “Thank you for your kind words, Miss Brantley, however in my experience of the world I’ve seen, most do not share your beliefs. In some places it is not a mere suggestion, but in fact an expectation that a child follows their parents wherever they may lead. Boys follow their father into war,” Bruce had momentarily paused, no trace of his faint smile could be found, in its place was a cold frown. As he spoke his hand ever so subtly became a clenched fist, the last word held an air of disgust, hatred…and a suspicious sense of familiarity as it evaporated away into the coolness of night. “…And girls, girls and wives sit and wait at home, wait for brothers and fathers and husbands, who may never return.” Bruce finally exhaled once again, releasing the mounting pressure in his chest, “I must ask your utmost forgiveness, My Lady, that was not very gentleman-like of me.” As he turned to face her, she spoke up, “For a split second I thought I could see a resemblance of a scar on your back. Were you hurt when you were stabbed? Sorry for assuming you were stabbed, but the scar is perfectly straight and flat which means only something clean, sharp and thin could’ve done that mark. If it were a disease it wouldn’t look like a line and it wouldn’t have faded so nicely. Tis a shame for it seems it’s whitened so much it’s paler than your own skin which means it will remain seen for a while.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and smirked softly, “Brilliantly worked out. I have met only a few with such a keen eye for detail and deduction.” Bruce slowly lifted part of his shirt up, not revealing too much but enough to show a scar on his front as well. “Through and through, call it luck, destiny, fate, either way, I am most grateful to be alive. As per your question, yes it did, and yes, I was. Whether or not it hurt more or less than my others is another question entirely, and stories for perhaps another day.” He tucked the corner of his white collar undershirt back in and adjusted his vest and tie. “I must say, what intrigues me is that intellect of yours, hidden beneath the surface. I can not help but wonder what other talents you keep hidden.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail