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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[socius]

[Guess who's lurking about in your lair when you get back, pipsqueak? She's been nosy, too. Or helpful, considering there's now a gramophone in the far corner, wafting up a pretty little tune that just has to be from the 50's. Original vinyl, too.]

HEY YOU

[adifferentbreed]

[Gerry, on the other hand, never had a lot of dancing in her life and didn't see too much need for it. But Jackie is sighing and nuzzling and maybe it isn't the worst thing. Even if she is just swaying ridiculously.]

You having a good time?

[magicalfisting]

[You're strangling him with your obviousness!!!!!!!!

His gaze flickers to her. To the crowd. To her. The crowd.

And then there's a deep, throaty chuckle at her words.] It's a little too late for that hope, Bethany. We are not the type to keep things quiet.

[Fenris turns to face her.] If we're going to be made to wait while your sister runs her errands, we might as well pass the time. [A long pause because lol... how does he shot this?] We could dance.

HEY GIRL

[allucinator]

Mmhmm.

[She grins up at her.]

I ain't done this in forever. Thank you.

[They'd even shoplifted a new dress for Jackie beforehand, short and yellow and perfectly suited to the hot summer night.]

[orangehokage]

So... aha... ahahaha, this isn't so bad! It's like learning a new jutsu or something. [ Naruto is way better at learning through doing anyway. Feeling this kind of motion is the perfect way to teach him. ]

Rose Tyler | Doctor Who / Open

[badwolf]

[nursings]

[if her eyes are wide, it's because she's shy. she wants to tell him that she is all kinds of wrong for him and the way she wets lips painted red is as enough a message as her heart can share.

because even if she is all sorts of wrong, bad blood, bad family bad everything--she's here. and he's being a gentleman and he doesn't see westerling on her forehead he just sees jeyne. and while she could look, run, hide from all these voices and faces--she's looking at robb.

that doesn't stop her from wanting to pull on his hands, tell him they should go take a walk, she can be barefoot or dance just the two of them and kiss and do all the things that wouldn't be right--it doesn't stop her from wanting.

how did this even happen. she wants to say, how did she stop being so careful--was it when he blushed or had that smile or was it the curls? (she had such a thing for hair) and she just doesn't know.

she lightly pinches his arm at that, biting back a snort.]

Such a charmer, Robb. [but do you even know that no one ever talks to me like this? is what her face says, all pink and tan skin.

it's that and so many other things that keeps her standing there, sliding her arm through his in those heels she always wanted to try wearing again. and she likes to think she's putting on her brave face, smile and all.]

Okay. You've got me now. [you've had me for a while. ugh..]

:3

[classdismissed]

[He almost didn't go back. After the circumstances of his second departure from the Port, he didn't really trust his old haunts. What if they were found? But something told him to go and when he saw her, he was glad he did.

Still, he hovered at the edge of the cave, not entering yet.]

Never pegged you as a jazz type. But you always surprised me.

[passive]

[Bethany watches him curiously, not entirely certain what it is he has in mind. Surely he isn't interested in dancing. That doesn't seem very Fenris-like.

And yet. She stares at him for a moment, blinking, her mouth agape in surprise.]

We... could. If you wanted.

[but deep down inside she's like
]

ohi

[reversethepolarity]

[Why is that one distinguished man coming up and holding his hand out for yours, Miss Tyler?

Indeed it is.]

May I have this dance, Madame?

Darth Vader // Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

[chosen_to_fall]

eh, have two

[universaljanitor]

[He yanks her up and out of her seat as the smooth jazz tones of Moonlight Serenade start up. Before she can resist? Well, those are arms around her waist and a grin in her face]

Love this song!

The Once-ler | The Lorax (2012) |OTA

[truffulacide]

[totallyknowscpr]

Oh someone's cocky. [ it's easy to follow his lead, even with her inexperience with this kind of dancing, and she laughs as they travel across the floor. ] I think I'm gonna have to see some action to back up those words. [ she takes the spin gracefully, without stumbling or bumping into anyone for once, and as she settles back against him, a much more familiar pose to her, she can't help but press back against him. force of habit. ] As well as saving your character.

[overconfidence]

[Whenever the Emperor called Lord Vader into his personal chambers, he had a very specific reason for doing so. Sometimes he would give the Dark Lord a message to be relayed. An order to be carried out. An order to be enforced. But most of the time, whenever Sidious wanted to speak with Vader in private, it was to fuck with him.

Unfortunately for you, Vader, this is yet another instance of the latter.

There's a slow, almost tragic tune wafting through the Emperor's chambers, carried through the air as if by some unseen orchestra, much like the sort you might see in Coruscant's higher-end theatres at night. And when Vader enters the room, Palpatine rises from his seat, clasping his disgusting hands together and leering at him beneath his dark hood.]

Lord Vader.

[magicalfisting]

[A smirk worms its way to his face at the surprised look on hers. He may not want to completely do this, but that.

That's worth it.]

I would like to.

Mayfield-y okay?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[La daa da, la daa da... Rapunzel is just dancing around to her our humming in the backyard. When she sees her "husband", she waves him over.]

Come join me!

the relentless tagging will continue until moral improves.

[coxswain]

I don't.

[ she corrects him lightly, because this - this does not count as dancing. as a child she had no doubt taken a ballet class or two before her mother learned that the relentless fighting about the tutu and leotard was not worth it, never worth it, and had let her stop. asha had been far too much 'one of the boys' when she had been younger to be interested in dancing; when her brothers cranked the music on their living room stereo and jumped from couch to couch in attempts to be mock rockstars she had joined them. but when it came to the age where school dances became a regular, yearly event she had staved off ever attending. ]

[ no one had minded. her father liked to think her more boy than girl, so a lack of any girlish indulgences swept under his radar and were generally ignored. so, no. asha greyjoy was not dancer. ]

[ she stepped on his toes for emphasis, though out of shoes it doesn't stand to cause much harm. just discomfort and a prove a point. ]

I suppose you've danced with lots of girls, though, haven't you.

SCREAMS

[whos_your_daddy]

[ The music is...certainly unexpected, and it gives the younger man a moment of pause when he steps into the room. Behind him the door hisses softly as it slides closed, the motion of his cape a quiet susurrus beneath the rise and fall of instrumental notes.

The Emperor's fucking with him again.

With little recourse but to Deal With It®, Vader completes the short walk to Sidious, sets his jaw beneath the mask, and kneels before him. His head bows respectfully, like a worshiper in earnest supplication. ]

Master.

[passive]

[She is the most stunned right now. But you know what, she is going to take this once in a lifetime opportunity and run with it.

A small smile creeps up on her face as she extends her arm toward him, almost shyly.] Shall we, then?

Good, good.

[overconfidence]

Rise.

[Comes Palpatine's voice, a controlled snarl. Once his enforcer has returned to his full two-meter height, the Emperor stares up at him. Stares through dark lenses to weakened eyes, surely filled with nothing but utmost hatred for the cloaked figure that stands beneath him. Oh, how Lord Vader must wish to squash him like a miserable insect.

But no. The Emperor hardly seems to pay that any mind, instead flashing Vader with a saccharine smile.]

Would you care for a dance?

[Is he joking? Is he serious? No, he's Sidious.]

YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, GLORIOUS MAN. :|

[whos_your_daddy]

[ He cants his head at the question, surprise banking a little of that constant loathing. Sidious encouraged it, he knew, stoking the fire quite lovingly in his own subtle ways. It gave Vader purpose, a goal to pursue when there was nothing else for him. One day, Vader knows, he's going to surpass the man before him, and kill the Emperor once and for all. He wets his lips.

Today, however, is not that day. On his feet, he smooths down some of his ruffled feathers and forgets himself. ]

What?

YOU LOVE IT

[overconfidence]

[Oh, he was fully expecting to catch Vader off-guard with that question. Further proof that he knows exactly how to get under Skywalker's skin... or what's left of it, anyway.]

I've always been rather fond of this song.

[One redeeming factor of Palpatine---if any could possibly be found at all---has always been his appreciation for music. Fine art. The way his voice softens, like a smooth silk, it almost hearkens back to the days when Anakin would accompany him to the Opera Houses on Coruscant. The smile of his is quick to fade, however, and he grimaces up at Vader as he snarls:]

You, my friend, will lead.

[Though, coming from Sidious, that's still an order. They can both say Vader's leading right now, but they'll know that Sidious still pulls the strings.]

a-okay~

[truffulacide]

[Once-ler never thought he'd take fresh air for granted, but here he is. he's stepped outside to for a minute to stretch his legs, fully prepared to go back in and finish his newest invention until he sees Rapunzel.]

That's...okay. I'm good over here, thanks.

[because he sounds perfectly okay, doesn't he?]

:D

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh, come on! It's fun!