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David Haller ([personal profile] starwords) wrote in [community profile] usir 2019-01-02 08:53 pm (UTC)

Music is a kind of freedom no one can take from you. Dancing is just an extension of that. [If he had been able to choose the temple of his services rather than being consigned to one by his parents to help cure him of his madness, he would have chosen the raven. Seyra was a lovely goddess, and what she stood for was remarkably good, in most cases, but David knew who and what he was. He and the raven god had much more in common right down to the madness within.

He follows her gaze and the girls catch him looking their way, waving fingers in his direction. He smiles but ducks his head, shaking it slightly before drinking a deeper sip of the warming liquor. There's a tilted smile that isn't bashful so much as disbelieving and he finds himself carding fingers through his own hair, trying to straighten out the mess.]


I think I'll sit it out for now. [He offers the rest of the pastry part of his warmed treat to Waffles when he finishes and rests his chin on his hand, watching people jovially dance about the tavern. The atmosphere is so warm and open. So different from the strict routine and rules of the temple. He had never adjusted and never would have, too chaotic in his own nature even without his quirks. His focus drifts back to Davina, and his smile returns.]

I'm sure Lefkokó doesn't mind left-footed dancers. No one here is sober enough to notice, at least, if you change your mind. I'm probably worse than you are. No one's ever told me. [Just because he had a thirst for music and dancing didn't mean he was any good and he honestly didn't know. He couldn't watch himself dance.]

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