Rory's eyes widened a little at Pippa's request. Difficult as it has been to accept, he understood her difficulties with hearing his music. He'd heard the CD Larch had mixed from Breaker Street's songs, songs that he'd twisted into a concert of horror, auditory torture to go along with the physical and psychological. For using his own music to torment the woman he loved, Rory would have killed Larch with his own hands if Tadhg hadn't taken that on himself.
But now ... she wanted to hear her song. Felt she had to, more likely. He could feel the tension in her body, her rapid heartbeat against his chest as he squeezed her close.
"Of course I will, a muirnin," he murmured, lips brushing the upper curve of her ear. "Here?"
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Date: 2008-11-25 12:30 am (UTC)But now ... she wanted to hear her song. Felt she had to, more likely. He could feel the tension in her body, her rapid heartbeat against his chest as he squeezed her close.
"Of course I will, a muirnin," he murmured, lips brushing the upper curve of her ear. "Here?"