Dance 1 • Lydia
“I suppose that is an optimistic way of putting it,” He was always know to be optimistic and he took pride in that. He learned it from his parents, and them from thiers and so forth. His family has had its fiar share of hardships, but they were known to power through with a smile on their faces. Augustus flashed a grin in response to Lydia’s comment. “The cold can be a bit of a test too in its harshnness. But, you see, it also presents an opportunity for a delightful snowball fight under the moonlight, doesn’t it? Every challenge has its silver lining, or in this case, its snowy lining!”
Augustus raised an eyebrow in mock astonishment at Lydia’s claim of expertise in snowball fighting. He leaned in closer and nodded conspiratorially, mirroring her playful gesture by placing a finger to his own lips. “Your secret is safe with me,” he whispered with a wink. A wink? He couldn’t believe himself right now. Go auggie! "A resilient snowball warrior in our midst, I see. It seems I may have met my match.” He appreciated Lydia’s spirited demeanor and the shared sense of playfulness that had infused their conversation.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “And let’s not forget the joy of sipping hot cocoa by the fireside, wrapped in cozy blankets. Winter does have its way of coaxing out the more indulgent pleasures of life, wouldn’t you agree?” Augustus infused their conversation with a touch of lightheartedness, embracing the playful spirit of the moment.
My Lord, you certainly have the tongue of an artist, He glanced away momentarily, feeling a bit flustered, then turned back to Lydia with a more earnest expression. Ilyas tried to regain his composure, sensing a flirtatious undertone in Lydia’s compliment. Did he? He flashed a charming smile and leaned in a bit closer, attempting to respond in kind. “Ah, my lady,” he began, “your beauty and charm have certainly left me…uh, spellbound.” He chuckled nervously, realizing that his attempt at flirting had come off a bit awkward. While his words might not have been the epitome of suave flirtation, they carried a genuine sincerity, revealing that beneath his playful exterior, Augustus was still a man of true heart and intentions.
Lydia’s question about whether he considered himself a wordsmith caught Augustus by surprise. He paused for a moment, contemplating his relationship with writing. He didn’t think of himself as an accomplished wordsmith, but he did enjoy the art of expression through words. “Although I wouldn’t dare to claim the title of a wordsmith. I suppose it’s more of a personal pursuit, a way to capture fleeting emotions and moments in verse.” He shrugged modestly, not wanting to overstate his abilities.
Lydia’s question about dancing stirred a rush of anticipation within Augustus. He thoroughly enjoyed dancing; it was a realm where words were not needed, and the grace of movement took over. Her directness both surprised and pleased him, and he didn’t hesitate to respond, mustering some newfound confidence.
“Why, I would be honored if you would do me the pleasure of sharing a dance with you.” As he asked her, his voice held a touch of eagerness and excitement, belying his initial hesitation. He offered her his hand, ready to lead her to the dance floor.
@novella Lydia