Jigano had little reason to blush before coming to Caido. Oh, he could control the flush of anger or embarrassment, as any bard worth their salt could, but he had few enough opportunities to practice controlling his reactions to conversations of a more... intimate... bent. None that he had cared about before, at least. He'd had plenty of offers over the years, but none he had cared to take up, and considering the bawdy songs he was often asked to perform he was far from bothered about such things where they concerned other people. He hadn't expected to find himself with a personal stake in such matters, with the weight of the past he carried. It had left him with only the flimsiest of defenses now, and Rory's words and eyes and smile could slip past them and stroke playful fingers over his heart in a way he was unprepared for.
"Or at least I can hope they would be too gallant to bring it up," he teased back, stealing a glance through the pale fall of his hair to admire his companion's handsome profile - and the deftness of his long, elegant fingers as they worked away at... whatever Rory was making. He was reminded of his music at the sly rejoinder - one that sent a delicious shiver down his spine - and he laughed a little breathlessly as he struck up his harp in earnest, taking the bones of the earlier rhythm and spinning it into something familiar but new. "Is that so? Then...
The sun returns, and life renews,
So come put on your dancing shoes!"
His voice rang out, sweet and strong into the Flowerbirth air.
"Chorus bees dance on the breeze,
And blossoms fill the apple trees--"
Hmm. No, don't want to repeat dancing so soon. Better move that to the next verse," he muttered, his fingers slowing for a moment as he tilted his head back to the sky, eyes closed, and began to hum along with the song he played, seeking more words to fit the meter.
"Or at least I can hope they would be too gallant to bring it up," he teased back, stealing a glance through the pale fall of his hair to admire his companion's handsome profile - and the deftness of his long, elegant fingers as they worked away at... whatever Rory was making. He was reminded of his music at the sly rejoinder - one that sent a delicious shiver down his spine - and he laughed a little breathlessly as he struck up his harp in earnest, taking the bones of the earlier rhythm and spinning it into something familiar but new. "Is that so? Then...
The sun returns, and life renews,
So come put on your dancing shoes!"
His voice rang out, sweet and strong into the Flowerbirth air.
"Chorus bees dance on the breeze,
And blossoms fill the apple trees--"
Hmm. No, don't want to repeat dancing so soon. Better move that to the next verse," he muttered, his fingers slowing for a moment as he tilted his head back to the sky, eyes closed, and began to hum along with the song he played, seeking more words to fit the meter.
