She had difficulty taking in her next breath, as her lungs seemed to contract rather painfully. Love could be so wonderful that it hurt at times, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything. When was the last time they had done something like this—anything like this? To let themselves forget about everything bad and dark and heavy in their lives, and just indulge in the fantasy of something normal. Elsie found she couldn't recall, but wasn't it all the more reason they should soak up every precious, carefree second this night had to offer?
After quickly shortening her costume's hair to a more manageable length, so as to avoid another accident and ruin the atmosphere, she could not quite resist tugging his face towards hers when she passed him, and kissing him. Once more. Entirely too thoroughly. Only to release him with a smile that was very nearly a smirk. There was no doubting that his usual, somewhat grouchy self had an allure all its own, but she didn't think she could be truly faulted for taking as much advantage of this publicly amenable persona as possible. She had just told herself it was all in the spirit of a fun night, hadn't she?
"Well, in that case, my lord," Elsie said, turning to face him and nimbly managing a curtsy. Taking one of his hands into her own, she pulled him along their desired route, slipping easily amidst the crowding bodies of their fellow passengers though her back was to them. "I believe an adventure is waiting."
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