meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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Tom McNair | Being Human

[housebroken]

Patrick || Supernatural

[longlivethewitch]

Sage | The Vampire Diaries

[prizefight]

[beardedveteran]

[ It doesn't take a genius to notice the scattered onlookers' eyes drawing to Re-l whenever she pauses to converse with another guest, turns to accept a drink from one of the waiters milling about. Except that Kotetsu is one of those snatching glances now and then, and with the speed of her turning back towards the centre of the room, he certainly isn't the only one who has to actually remind himself to change drink-holding hands before pretending to check his watch. Another guy's already fallen prey to that trap, he's noticed, leaving the event ashamed and clutching a jacket dripping with champagne-- it's only made him redouble his efforts not to do the same.

Other than exchange the brief conversation with other wandering guests on the choice of music the orchestra's got tonight or when do they think they'll uncover the buffet, he can't think of anything better to do. It feels like he should be on guard duty or have his boss here, or-- something. Anything to alleviate his boredom. Even work or an unexpected mission would spice things up a little. Sliding his phone out his pocket, he takes a sip from his wineglass as he unlocks it- and nearly inhales the drink instead upon Re-l's touch and her voice so near to him, pausing to mentally run through the physical actions involved in safely swallowing liquid without choking all over a well-dressed lady. He turns to face her, immediately putting the phone away again-- she's far more attention-commanding than some imaginary missed calls. ]

No-- yeah, I am! Loving the, uh- [ Giving a vague wave of his free hand towards the orchestra, currently on standby; his point is defeated before he even made it. The defeated slump is more in his tone of voice than his actual posture. ] ...That obvious, huh? Sorry.

I wish I could have tagged you with a Willow. But I'm afraid I wouldn't do her justice. Sob.

[reactivates]

[Claudia notices the misstep, but she makes no comment on it. Honestly, she's not exactly the most graceful dancer herself, so.]

...Yeeah, they're not exactly typical slow-dancing shoes, though. [Sneakers. Converse, specifically. She's not a very girly dresser, at all. (Besides wearing jewelry and having painted nails, anyway.) The last time she even wore a skirt was probably when she was like, twelve.] ...And now I feel sort of out of place. But to be honest? I don't even own a pair of heels. [She's not actually proud of that fact, but it's the truth.]

[cuttingspace]

[ He keeps her steady, so that when she stumbles she doesn't fall; he's aware of her feet, and does well to avoid them. Meanwhile, the couple storms past other couples, who in turn make way for them.

The current speed isn't quite satisfying yet, so when Rose seems to have gotten the hang of the pace, he moves faster -- just about as fast as he can go without using his space powers. ]

[restitchtime]

[she's more confident now, stumbling less and swirling across the dance floor in a mess of red fabric. the faster they go the more Rose enjoys herself (she's always had a weakness for speed) and at some point a genuine smile slips across her face for a moment.

how strange that at a moment when all eyes were probably on her she doesn't seem to notice at all.]

[ladygrit]

[that's okay! they are just booging out on the deck, it's not a big deal. and here is a secret, john cannot dance either, so you're good.

it's not really a slow dance, it's more like a wiggle to the beat, but she has her hands on his shoulders so it's kind of like proper dancing right??]

[candyhorns]

[Everything is a big deal for Karkat, you just don't understand.

Especially the part where his hands are kind of close to her hips.]

[cuttingspace]

[ The smile that he helped bring about is a great reward to him, and in his own excitement, he doesn't hear the song end and another, more fast-paced song begin, although it's still slow in comparison to the dancing.

It is then that Dave takes the initiative to move differently from the pattern, creating a more impromptu step for the dance. It's similar enough that Rose should be able to catch on quickly, but it's enough of a difference that it can be called its own step. ]

[sthenic]

Ow!!! ((Her hands tighten on Naruto's shoulder... She'll.. just have to get over it.))


.... Er. Yeah.

when am I not lumping fabulous?

[mybeans]

[Of course she knows what you do at weekly promcoming! There's just once problem] You don't lumping dance like that.

[And she moves a lot closer to him. Hope you like touching these lumps, Finn, because she's got her hands on his shoulders now.]

[ladygrit]

[woah, you are basically putting the moves on her! :O ]

Hehe, dance night was a good idea!

[mettle]

[The seconds ticked by one by one in his head while he waited with as little anxiousness as possible. Barnaby hasn't reached a breaking point in his patience but he had the sneaking suspicion that it would happen at any moment, especially if Kotetsu continued to struggle with him over what to do with the finger food that was standing between his freedom or his demise. Really? Was he really going to pick food over him? What else would he have to bribe him with? A month's supply of catered lunches as well?

But the ideas never came, his train of though completely ending there because before he could even react they were moving, moving far too hurriedly for him to even know what was even happening. Barnaby had almost assumed that Kotetsu was pushing him away due to the hand on his waist-- but the hand stayed, and he hadn't moved far at all, then there was a hand in his own and they were moving again and... wait, who told him to lead?

Once Barnaby's awareness of the situation returned he swallowed in order to regain his voice and immediately tried to tug his hand out of Kotetsu's grip. Though his lips were now in a completely flat line of composure, it was evident that he was not pleased with what Kotetsu had done. He'd had a plan, and this was part of it, but this was not how it was supposed to have happened. He answered back in his own hushed voice, eyes fixed on his partner and only his partner because if they wandered he was sure that he'd meet those burning feminine eyes again, and though Barnaby was not one to admit readily to fear, that... was something to at least make him nervous.]

I'm sorry, I'll explain afterward. Now can you please let me go so we can do this properly?

[arealgem]

Oh well. Dance like you're enjoying yourself anyway.

[Ruby uses her hand to guide Sam to turn, so she can scan over the crowd again. That's when she spots him, and the demon keeps Sam moving until his back is in the way of her and the demon.

Since you know, they probably notice by her ugly demonic face, in reality?]

Behind you, back of the crowd. Towards the bar.

Darcy Lewis | Marvel Movieverse | ota

[totallyknowscpr]

[candyhorns]

[he's being so smooth about it too, his hands are not even shaking.]

You think so?

tony stark | mcu | ota

[goddamnironman]

robb stark; asoiaf

[northerner]

Fai D. Flourite ( tsubasa reservoir chronicle )

[doublecursed]

fandral | thor (movie) | ota

[finefurs]

robb stark; asoiaf (modern au)

[inheritings]

[chemistries]

[Yeah okay, Kon's only got one good arm, but he's strong and you really only need one arm to dip a lady.]

[bello]

"I can see why..." he sighs, voice wavering as teeth are applied slightly to his ear, making him shake unsteadily, one movement of his hip jerking before continuing the smooth motion. It is easy to catch up with and Ezio blames in on the time spent together. Whether it is simply talking, taking a walk, being in bed with Darcy between them, sweet and soft, he cannot help but pick up on the movements that belong to Takeshi.

He swallows, lets out a breath as he applies nails to skin now, dragging them down his nape and squeezing ever so slightly while giving a firm press back to the other, a smirk on his face.

[finefurs]

[ darcy had picked the music, something soft and sweet, a woman crooning softly and he had intended to teach her a waltz but things hadn't gone quite as planned, no. instead they sway in an intimate silence, her hand clasped to his and to his chest along with the rest of her, his cheek resting there against her hair. his thumb brushes in slow swipes against the side of hers, in tune to the thud of her heart, his own echoing, slow and steady.

she smells divine. ]