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Damascus was shaken from his reflections when he realized that two of the guests he hadn't been introduced to were addressing him. He gave them a friendly smile out of ...

Damascus tried again, this time matching his pitch a bit better. He smiled at Engel and gave him a positive hand gesture before glancing at Schadel. "I don't know how ...

Damascus eagerly wanted to take a part in this, and so he stood straight and tried his best to follow along with Engel's pitch. "D~o." He sang the note, his ...

Damascus' eyes grew wide and sparkling the moment Boris started to sing, and he leaned on the edge of his seat, absolutely entranced. Then Engel started singing as well, making ...

Damascus barely had time to dip his head into a nod before he was left standing alone with an absolute mess of a countenance. He let out a shaky breath ...

Albin was working in the family bakery on the mid-morning of market day. His mother had offered to pay him extra wages for manning the store while she and his ...

Damascus let out a strangled sound at the sight of his brother, and would have called out if it wasn't for Boris' own quick save. He could only look on ...

Damascus raised Boris to his feet altogether reluctantly. Though there was a new, aching silence that had come with the conclusion of their dance, he still wasn't ready to let ...

"Oh, yeshhh, youh should." Damascus clumsily agreed, and fumbled with the buttons of his now-oversized jacket, struggling to undo them. "Aww, thish 's haaard..." he murmured under his breath. Finally,

Damascus ran along, his bare feet carrying him over the undergrowth. His shoes had been forgotten in his urgency, and he hardly felt the obstacles that marred his skin. Following ...

"N- no, I haven't." Damascus cheeks started to flush pink as he glanced between his siblings. He was still exited to hear a song, yes, but now was also embarrassed ...

"Gunshots?" Damascus went pale and pulled his feet out of the water, glancing back the way they had come. A strong tide of guilt washed over him, and he stood ...

Damascus stumbled over to Boris, guided by his voice, and relieved clarity washed over his features as soon as he came close. "Ah, theere youh are." He smiled and patted ...

"I- I don't think we have music, no..." Damascus' eyes widened demurely in response to Engel's excitement, and he stood as well. "Oh, please tell me- it must be wonderful!"

Damascus was sure to swallow what was in his mouth before he encouraged Boris. "Yes! Do that! Sing your favorite... ah- what's a song?" His voice tapered off at the ...