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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and then I was like hey let's do a sad thread with them

[soldiernoclass]

[ It's more like falling than dancing, really - but he's gotten more practice at one than the other, over the past five years (give or take, for time spent deceased), and so maybe can be forgiven this poor excuse for a greeting.

He's more like a shadow of memory than a man, these days, anyway, insubstantial though he does seem solid enough, wrapped in the scent of earth and rain (and a distant hint of gunpowder, too) as he keeps her carefully in the circle of his arms.

The Lifestream is a dangerous place to tread alone, though, even if only along the very shore. Too eager to sweep away hearts and minds and all the other insignificant bits and parts of the people it swallows whole. Like trying to ford the most narrow, placid stream only to find it bottomless and full to the brim with ghostly, grasping currents woven so thoroughly about one another that they might as soon pull apart anything they can catch long enough to drag down toward those untold depths. ]

Sorry about this, but-

(It's me or them.)

[ No bitter twist would keep him from smiling. ]

Next time, you oughta watch your step.

i do what i want shut up

[coxswain]

[ she lets it happen once. ]

[ just once and just at four in the morning, in his kitchen with a mostly empty tub of ice cream on the counter and her spoon warding off his for each bite. there is some sort of party going in a flat nearby; the walls are thick enough to lessen the sound, but not erase it completely, and while earlier the deep and methodic bass notes had been more than enough to keep them awake, even now as the genre has faded into something akin to smooth jazz sleep still does not come. ]

[ fucking comes. he comes and she comes and then they come from his bedroom for ice cream when he offers to play host again. asha has no problem taking him for all he has, and that includes the contents of his ice box. ]

[ it's chocolate. and she doesn't care much for chocolate, but likes it more than vanilla, so she eats it and listens to the saxophone solo. eventually she lets her spoon rest on the counter and beckons him to her, reaches out her hand for his and embraces him in something that is neither hug nor kiss nor simple touch; just presence, and slight swaying. ]

[magicalfisting]

[BECAUSE I SAID SO

we're at that stupid fancy party in Orlais.

8|

So while Hawke is off being weird and seducing people, Fenris has sort of been standing off to the side, uncomfortable being so on display in this crowd. He doesn't fit in at all. He doesn't care to, really, but it's...

Slightly uncomfortable.] I'll be glad when we are done with this.

[#qualityrpwithallyandashe]

[totallyknowscpr]

I never said anything about your arm; I was talking about you in general. [ a small shrug into the steps, for once not missing a beat as she laughs and moves with him. ] I think you might have to; I've got my doubts, and when I have doubts, they're pretty hard to dispel.

[buckery]

[It's all good fun, really. Asking Ned and Cat's son and heir to dance in front of all of these lovely and incredibly rich ladies...Well, he can't help himself. He holds his hand out, with a charming smile.]

Robb, can I have this dance?

[byronicreaper]

[Never mind how long it had taken him to ask. All that matters is that she did say yes, and they go to the floor, taking up position for this song. It's soft, slow, easier to dance to than any other form. At least for now, he's not being shy, and he'll dance with her.]

[inheritings]

[ people are watching.

it's nothing new, nothing so different, but it feels like it is, because jeyne is on his arm and no one expected that. everyone expects roslin frey, roslin frey and all the political support her father brings to the table, and robb getting in bed with her is beneficial for everyone.

everyone except him, apparently, because all he wants is jeyne westerling and her sweet smiles and the ways she hums in the morning, thick black hair tumbling down over her shoulders, just the right length for robb to tug on lightly when he wants to kiss her.

and now he tangles his fingers with hers, offers her his arm like a gentleman. ]

Hold on to me. I won't let you fall.

[ and if she did step on his toes, at least she could be the one putting bandaids on them later. ]

[notbullied]

Thank you. [ He takes Ryouta's hand, and suddenly there was an explosion of roses and shoujo sparkles and Nageki became very kawaii blushing uke doki doki doki is momentarily surprised how warm and... pleasant, he supposes, the innocent contact is. His nerves and tension are obvious in the way that his grip is tighter than necessary, though surely not tight enough to really hurt. ]

i am not complaining /chinhands

[inheritings]

[ theon goes home with ros, and so robb goes home with asha, comfortable in the knowledge that they have all night and most of the morning to spend before they even have to consider the thought that theon might be disentangling himself from ros' sheets.

there's music. for a long time it's disruptive, and they fuck through it, get lost in each other in the assumption that when they've finished they'll be exhausted, ready for sleep. but they aren't, and asha raids his fridge, makes off with some ice cream and robb lets her. it's good, something cold in the hot summer night.

and then she surprises him.

she does things like this sometimes, so rarely that he can never prepare. she reaches up her arms, winds them around his neck and then they're swaying slow circles around his kitchen, with his hands hitching up beneath the fabric of her (his, this must be his) t-shirt to rest on the bare skin of her hips. his head ducks, cheek brushing hers, turning into her neck ]

Didn't know you danced.

[passive]

So will I, but... [Bethany sighs and continues to gaze longingly at the people waltzing on the dance floor, like she has been since the moment they arrived. Look, this is the kind of thing she has dreamed of since forever, wearing pretty dresses and going to fancy parties and being all rich and noble and shit.

#QUALITY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT HERE ON DREAMWIDTH DOT ORG

She shakes her head and glances back over at Fenris. Why you gotta be so grouchy all the time, man.] It's not that bad, is it? Certainly not the worst thing my sister has gotten us into.

[sthenic]

Yea, that's right! Now just try not to look at your feet so much. You can sort of feel how you're supposed to move.

[hulk]

[ Bruce would probably have argued more against Tony's idea for an Avengers-hosted gala for whichever benefit or charity, but he'd thought there was no way that Fury or Coulson or Hill would give the green light. Impossible. Never gonna happen.

...Aha.

As it is, he's in a tailored suit (how Tony knew his measurements he doesn't even want to know) and looking like someone who's never really worn one before. Spoilers: he hasn't. The only reason he's not trying to readjust everything now is because Pepper gave him such a disapproving glare the first dozen times. So he will just say nothing and hang out by the punch bowl and hope nobody notices him and like. Talks to him. ]

[chemistries]

Well as far as I can see, it's about the only flaw you could possibly find. [He leads with a careless sort of ease, swirling them around the edge of the dance floor.] But now you're casting aspersions onto my character -- and I can't have that. [He twirls her, spinning her around so her back is to him.] Now can I?

[northerner]

[ robb has never been to a ball before anatole. there were feasts, but those were a different matter entirely, and there had sometimes been dancing at the tavern, but that had also been a different business. but he manages this waltz, mimics the couples around them and avoid her feet, the hem of her dress.

she's a quiet girl with something very sad about her, something that reminds robb of westeros, so he holds her a little more tightly, a little more securely, when they move about the floor. ]

I've never been to a ball, not even at my home, let alone in the capital. If I do something wrong, you must instruct me on the right way to do it.

all the jeynes

[northerner]

[ it's a homecoming. it's a welcome, it's winterfell at it's best but it's nothing like home. robb supposes this is how things were done once, so very long ago, but it's all strange and foreign to him, and he feels the crown so very strongly now, even though it's been so very long since he spun it round and round upon his curls.

but she's smiling, his lady wife, and he smiles back, pleased at her happiness. if she is content, then surely this cannot be all bad. ]

Would you like to dance, my love?

[ even if robb doesn't know the steps... ]

[thenorthernwall]

[All that matters is that she feels like she can finally relax. He may be a terrible dancer--or not, who knows?--but he soothes all her irritation.

They take up their position, and she waits for him to lead. Her voice is little but a murmur.]

You look good.

[biding]

[Ryouta notices the tight grip on his hand and smiles what he hopes is a reassuring smile.] So first, we kinda have to stand a little closer, like this... [He keeps a hold of that hand, edging in. With his other hand, he goes about carefully urging Nageki to rest his arm along Ryouta's and put his hand on his shoulder.

He's trying not to treat it like he would if he danced with a girl and end up making Nageki more uncomfortable. So he's sure to ask after this is done,] Okay?

[madannie]

[She appreciates the added security even if she doesn't know him well -- for the most part, people in Anatole seem more willing to help. Maybe it was because they all had to deal with whatever the strange place sent at them. Nobody from the Capitol would care to left a finger for anyone else from the Districts until their food supplies were cut off.]

You're doing fine. Thank you for asking me to dance.

[She smiles.]

I didn't go to these functions often. Finnick was invited to more.

[Having Haymitch at anything reserved for Victors was enough of a handful that she was sure she'd have just gotten in the way.]

[northerner]

[ the kingdom grows strong. people say things are as they once were, when the wolves ruled the north, before they bent the knee to the dragons. and robb does not know how much truth there is to that, but his people are happy, and so he must not be doing such a poor job of kingship as he once feared her would.

they grow comfortable, he and his lady wife. she was so very much of the north now. it was her home, as much as it was his, and it brought him great joy to see her among his household, to see her smile at them and they smile back. it was as if she had come from here, not from the south at all. lioness once, perhaps, but she was a wolf now, wore the pendant he'd made for her around her throat, and robb was fond of kissing her nape everytime he removed it for her.

and there had been children. beautiful, sweet babies that robb loved so fiercely, more fiercely than he'd ever realized he was capable of. they were beautiful, so much of their mother in them, and yet he found himself there too. they were the best things he had ever done, the most perfect and beautiful things in this world, and he never tired of scooping them up, kissing them and telling them how much their lord father loved them, for he would never have them forget it.

her touch pulls his gaze from their children, and he turns his affectionate smile upon her, his beloved wife. this comes so easily now, loving each other and expressing it for all to see. it is second nature to catch her hand and bring it to his lips, smile against her fingertips as if just the touch of her hand makes him the happiest of men. ]

What is it, love?

[magicalfisting]

[He's been around this group of people for long enough to get the social cues Bethany's practically pouring out of her body at this point. He shifts, crossing his arms over his chest before deciding to let them hang by his sides. There's nothing special about what's happening here.

Except that the woman next to him is more than obvious in what she wants.

His eyebrows furrow together. The elf supposes he could walk away. She's attractive enough to garner attention from one of the men here.

n o p e] I would not judge just yet. The mission she has dragged us into is hardly over.

aww yis

[winterswife]

[it is still nothing like she expected, it's true. and yet here she is, and it is stranger still. she can tell he's uncomfortable and her hand quietly goes to his arm, clasping it reassuringly for a moment before she looks up at his proposal.

and for a moment it is once again the two of them in a room much like a sickbed and there is no one but them and her smile turns into a grin.]

I would, ser. I have not danced in quite a long time and I would have no other partner. [or another man. it will always be a bit strange, surrounded by wolves when she was only a shell on the shore. she slides her hand down to his hand and clasps it, squeezing encouragingly. her voice is warm as she grabs his other hand, stepping back a little as she smiles. ]

Dance with me, Robb. It does not have to be fast. [this doesn't have to go fast. we can take this slowly. all of it. and i will be here, though how it does good i still can't believe.]

Griffin O'Conner | Jumper

[classdismissed]

Oerba Yun Fang | Final Fantasy XIII | OTA

[tofightfor]

((OOC: Why the hell not.))

[allucinator]

[She's always adored dancing. It doesn't matter what kind; as long as there's music, she'll dance to it.

But this-- this is something else entirely. Jackie sighs happily in Gerry's arms, nuzzling against her shoulder.]

[passive]

I suppose you're right. [No shut up she is not being obvious at all!! I-It's not like she wants to dance or anything, baka!

Another sigh. Seriously, not obvious at all. She's just bored. And worried about Marian. Y E P that's the ticket.] Hopefully this will be over before this gets to be too troublesome.