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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[chemistries]

That's some confidence you've got on you. [His tone is teasing as he reels her back in, swaying as she returns to the place against him.] You're cute, but I'm not so sure you could keep up.

Bethany Hawke | Dragon Age II | OTA

[passive]

[nursings]

[she doesn't know how she was talked into wearing those heels again, but somehow she's wearing them and she just knows something will go wrong.

it's already gone wrong, you're with robb stark. it's wryly thought because honestly he just had to be there with glass shards on his head and shattering the peaceful life of an ordinary nurse and now she was here and--

and you like it. fuck.

but jeyne westerling doesn't say these sort of things unless particularly angry or in a place not so public as this (or drunk) and so instead she has a smile on her face and pink cheeks; speaking quickly: ]

There's a very large possibility of me stepping on your toes. Or tripping. [she says this with a straight face as she cracks a smile. she's not nervous. not really. of course not.

and how did this all happen anyway? nursing was supposed to be safe!]

[easilyamused]

[Garrus has always found something just a little bit absurd about cross-species formal functions, and it's more than just the difference in idea of formal attire between the various species. Perhaps it's the sight of round volus diplomats dancing with willowy asari, or the care the caterers take not to mix up dextro and levo food.

Regardless, the slight flare and downward tilt of his mandibles suggests amusement as he peels away from a pair of fellow turians to lope towards Shepard.]

Is it just me, or have half the people here already worked out fifteen ways to kill each other using nothing but serving trays and a champagne flute?

she's adorable.

[qtrmilelife]

[He was surprising her this time with a pair of nice slacks, a button down shirt, and a jacket. He came downstairs and smiled wide when he saw his baby sister waiting for him.]

You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart. [He moved over to the DVD player, putting on their favorite song and reaching out his hand for her.]

[brosif]

[She hates this aspect of life at the palace, and has very likely stepped on his feet at least two times.

...make that three. She looks down, frowning.]

I thought you were supposed to be quick.

[theothereight]

I'm wearing deodorant this time. So, you know, we've got that.

yoasdlfaj

[bruxisms]

Major General Armstrong.

[ He can dance the dances of Westeros in a horribly mechanical sort of way, but this sort of dance may be utterly lost to him. ]

[totallyknowscpr]

To me, anyways. Think of it more like learning your routine.

[ there's a small laugh as his hand taps against her spine, expanding into a fuller one as he spins her, and she's glad she's barefoot as she comes full circle, curling back into his arms to rest against him, swaying lightly to the music. ]

Chillin' in Asgard?

[brosif]

This dance is customarily between two members of the same sex, Jane Foster. I can show you the steps, if you like. Though I promise no skill.

srsly

[thenorthernwall]

[She is not tiptoeing through tulip with you, brah. This is how real men dance.]

Are you busy?

[totallyknowscpr]

[ yeah, sorry about your feet there, kon. though it was pretty light as far as stomping on someone's foot by accident goes. ] Hey, I don't say things I don't mean. I'd be more worried about you keeping up, if we're going to get critical.

Lenalee Lee || D.Gray-Man

[weightofthesky]

[chemistries]

Hey, I may have a bad arm, but the rest of me more than makes up for it. [Hey hey hey, don't go makin' this personal! His grin sharpens just a little -- he's a guy. He can't not rise to it when a pretty girl ups the ante.] If you don't believe me, maybe I'll just have to give you a private showing.

[sthenic]

It's...


Fine. Now that I think of it, I don't think I've rally danced with anyone--at least not like this. Maybe you're just moving a little too fast? ((She finally manages to smile through insecurity.))

[restitchtime]

[she catches on, although don't think she didn't see that little blip as he forgot the song changed. when he deviates from what they've been doing, however, she decides that this is the all clear sign to try some new stuff.

you know, new stuff like leading.]

NINA SAYERS → black swan

[barre]

[byronicreaper]

May I have this dance?

[A quiet request, and one outstretched hand. Please take it, Olivier, it's very likely the last song playing tonight, and consequently the last dance. He's even being upfront about it.]

[dornishqueen]

[ they had not danced at their own wedding. ]

[ it had been a light hearted and warm affair, yes, but while the northerners reveled in the warmth of the hall and the food and the drink, she had sat with her hands folded in her lap and shivering with suppressed tears and cold. she had sat and sewed in her own fears and terrors, only to find them unreasonable, misplaced, and stupidly childish now that she reflected on them. ]

[ in hindsight, myrcella often wished she had given it a try; reached out to take his hand or perhaps looked less frigid, less scared so that he might have asked her. ]

[ but that was in the past. there was little time for dancing while ruling a kingdom, she had learned. little love of it while carrying children, either, for when her belly began to swell she could never get as close to him as she would have liked. her feet never liked to support her, and the prospect of trying to keep balanced and swaying at the same time sort of turned her off any desire to try. ]

[ by the time that their son's third name day comes to pass, however, the desire strikes her. the hall is crowded and loud, warm and this time she feels it and bustling. there are several pairs holding hands already, swaying or dancing around in a way that requires a large birth be given to them; one pair happens to be little lyanna and eddard, though she is mostly dragging him and he is mostly letting her. it's cute, and sweet, and it looks fun, so while she is weary from planning and greeting visitors, myrcella chances a glance at robb, shy at first though for no real reason. she has long since grown used to speaking to him, touching him, asking things of him and loving him. ]

[ so reaching out her hand to rest over his on the arm of his chair is nothing to concern herself with. ]

My love.

[thenorthernwall]

[She actually smiles, surprised at how forward he's finally being. Had she been waiting all night for him to ask? Perhaps.]

Gladly.

[And she takes his hand.]

[cuttingspace]

[ The problem with Rose leading is that Rose is going to go faster than Dave can probably go without using his powers -- but that was never really a problem in the first place. He lets her lead, but don't think that it's because he's conceding because he's not; every so often, even while she's leading, he'll pull her away to new little "blips" of his own. ]

[restitchtime]

[she doesn't particularly mind that, even if her steps are an attempt to curb those little anomalies. the dance is a competition now, a game of who can go faster and lead longer. Rose loves that kind of thing.]

[orangehokage]

Oh... Wait, so slowing down kinda' more like... this?

[ And he demonstrates. Okay okay, he's totally getting it. Right? He's getting it... Just don't step on her feet again... ]

[brosif]

[What dancing and espionage have to do with one another, Sif does not understand. Thor's friends are strange, and his missions here even stranger.

Nonetheless, it was an evening out with the abject promise of violence or an evening in front of an ornately large moving picture screen, watching something called "The Real Homewives" with Darcy. She is relatively confident in her choice.

She smooths down the front of her dress, glancing around the room curiously.]

Explain something to me, Rodgersson. Why are so many of your people talking to small boxes rather than the people they have escorted here?

[totallyknowscpr]

She wasn't expecting the dip at all, and lets out a small surprised squeak at it, before recovering with a laugh, unable to swat at him and keep her hands in their positions, so he'll get away with that one. It's also a surprise to hear him hum along with the music for once, and it brings a smile to her lips.

"We'll have to do this more often - it's fun."