Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Dante was immediately grateful for the girl's small kindnesses. Her sensitivity to his nerves was sweet, and it made him feel infinitely more privileged to know the woman was someone he could call a companion...or something. 

Having had been lost in the memory of the water, Dante was pulled back to reality more sweetly than he'd ever been before, with the gentle weight of the sylph leaning upon his shoulder. He half expected himself to jolt, or somehow make a mess of it, was waiting for the moment to come upset it almost, but nothing came. He didn't jolt, and he didn't make a mess of it. He just breathed. That was, until he registered the words she'd just spoken and inhaled a dramatic gasp. Liar! He hissed out in with mock-shock, gently turning his head to face hers where it rested and focus a play-glare on her. You better watch out, there's this badass alpha somewhere around here and she does not take kindly to liars, he chuckled softly, tsking softly a few times before turning his head back and settling once again.

At Lumiya's mention of jealousy over Dante's homely song, a low rumble sounded in the boys throat, something akin to a groan but more delicate. His eyes had begun to flutter shut peacefully, but they opened after the remark, eyeing her inquisitively. His mind was soothed and happy to be relaxing with the silvery nymph at his side, but he was nonetheless happy to converse with her- the conversations the boy had with Lumiya always seemed to be the ones that kept him on his feet. When words did finally come to him, they were delivered slowly, gentle sighs and pauses intertwined with his remarks. I suppose I did enjoy them very much growing up. S'a good way to pass the time, y'know, His face turns to look at her again, an easy smile growing upon his maw as he continues. While I am all for curiosity, I must say I'm not sure why you'd be jealous. Passing songs along is nice but being able to write them? That's... I mean hell, you could tell so many new stories. I don't have much skill and that aspect of things, I don't believe...Did you have music? Where you're from? He hummed low in his throat again as his eyes slipped closed once more, awaiting the fae's response.