Oliver managed to reach her in time, against all hope. And now, what was he to do? She was in every way he could see despite the mask the spitting image of one he had long since lost. One whose loss lay so heavy upon him. He stood in front of her, and for a second, just looked.
"A dance, madam?" he requested, still unwilling to believe what his eyes were telling him. That was the only thing to offer, in a place like this, when he thought he might be losing his mind. He set his glass down, and held his hand out to her.
When she spoke, he would know. If they danced, he would know.
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Date: 2015-11-05 11:50 pm (UTC)"A dance, madam?" he requested, still unwilling to believe what his eyes were telling him. That was the only thing to offer, in a place like this, when he thought he might be losing his mind. He set his glass down, and held his hand out to her.
When she spoke, he would know. If they danced, he would know.
Beyond the shadow of a doubt.