𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ---- delicate , and jovial / the painting of a prince at ease . he rests then , quietly , against the marbled doorframe ( there is no sign of the tragedy : his gaze does not water , nor his smile falter , it is as if he had erased the weight of the past ) he is silent , and watchful ---- his eyes clever , and keen , marveling at the flash of colors / the symphony of voices that clamor and crescendo before him
❝ i wasn’t expecting a show ❞ finally , he steps forward , the shadows melting off of him ---- in the way one would slip a heavy cloak free from their frame / nighttime stripped from his shoulders ❝ but it is appreciated , nonetheless , signora ❞