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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[hairflyingheartpounding]

They... What?

[Well, he seems awfully calm about it. Okay, then.]

Sure.

[truffulacide]

Exactly! You don't expect cute little bears to be so bloodthirsty. [a beat.] Most of the time.

Here we go - ! [and he’s pulling her up in his arms, one arm around her back with the other tucked under her legs. he twirls with her like that, trying to be graceful and actually pulling it off relatively well.]

You’re so light! [- like this is some new, exciting discovery.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh! [More delighted giggling!] That was wonderful! You're so good at this.

[truffulacide]

I’ve always wanted to try this. Now I can cross it off my bucket list. […] Well, if I had one anyway.

[he carries her like this for a few more minutes in a mock waltz before gently lowering her back onto her own feet. he gives her another smile and laces his fingers through hers.]

Up for round two?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I am.

[She smiles at him warmly. She really is getting so comfortable around him... Besides, this really is the most fun she's had since coming to Mayfield.]

What's a bucket list?

[truffulacide]

See what you've done? This really was a bad idea.

[because once you get Once-ler started with anything that might even remotely involve a beat or a groove, good luck getting him to stop.]

It's a list people make of things they want to get done before they kick the bucket. [loosening up, he leads her into a slow but steady dance, this one less twirly so he can concentrate more on talking.] Mostly stuff they've put off, or impossible, amazing things.

[candyhorns]

Yeah, it's nice.

[Oh was that your foot he just stepped on again oops well maybe touching feet counts as romantic.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Sounds like a good list. I think.

[She pauses, looking thoughtful.]

What does kick the bucket mean?

[truffulacide]

[now it's his turn to look confused.]

You know - biting the dust. Reaching the end of the road.

Dying.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh, I see...



I think I should make one.

[truffulacide]

[it doesn't hit him how grim that is until a moment or so later, and by then he's already opening his mouth to reply. obviously he doesn't want to entertain the idea - the very real possibility - that they might die here. he has enough scary thoughts to dwell upon.]

What would you put on it?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well...

I want to go to the seashore. I want to paint something people love to look at. I want to spend a whole day picking flowers. I want to fly, and meet someone with no hair so I can touch their head and imagine what it must feel like, and learn to really swim, and go in one of those... Cars they have here, and see a real, live baby.

I want to go back home and see Pascal again, and then go to see the floating lanterns.

[beardedveteran]

[ How did he know he wouldn't be happy about this, even though they're now officially dancing like he wanted? His pride flares up in that second-- his hold is light on Barnaby's hip after that initial spin and those fngers slip easily out of his grip, and hey, if he wants to ruin what was a perfectly executed pair position, he can go ahead. Kotetsu's eyebrows knit, finally bringing himself to face Barnaby against the slowly turning backdrop of people and a half-lit dancefloor they seem to be gradually approaching. ]

Ehhh? What part of this isn't 'properly'? And what's the big idea with that, huh? [ Flexing the fingers of his now-empty left hand to indicate Barnaby letting go-- what gives, really? It isn't like they're stumbling; Kotetsu's leading without a hitch (other than his partner not co-operating), his steps are careful, they're almost in time. ]

SDFKAJSDF HOW DID I MISS YOU??? :T

[bello]

"And you say you have never danced before? I think you are a natural," he soothes, taking careful steps around the skirts. There's a look of amusement on his face as, for a moment, he looks Ginshu in the eye before spinning him around lightly and pulling them close together as they were before.

[bello]

"She is the best influence over the both of us and you know it all too well." he murmurs, tilting into the kisses, bringing his mouth around to brush softly against Takeshi's own. The feelings of fingers on his skin makes him feel as though he is melting against him, bodies nearly fused back to front and Ezio catches a lip briefly between his teeth in thought before he laughs softly.

He's slow to turn around, hips keeping cadence with the imaginary music as he presses up close, still hip to hip, but this time lip to lip as well. His fingers are still resting within dark strands as he kisses him slowly, giving the softest roll of his hips now.

yes good

[astrophysicists]

[ Everything about Asgard so far has filled Jane with wonder. Part of it is pure scientific curiosity, but part of it is simply that it seems so magical— and she knows all about magic and science and how one may be called the other, but that isn't what she means when she thinks magical. ]

Oh. Yes. Please show me.

[truffulacide]

You can do a lot of that here. [he hesitates.] I don’t know if you’d want to, but you can still try. There’s lots of flowers in the park and bald guys aren’t even close to uncommon no matter where you are. And painting… I like that idea because I’ve never seen you paint but you look like you’d be good at it, and if I can say that, I’m sure a lot of other people would agree too.

[he can’t speak for the other ideas; he doesn’t know if there’s a beach here and he’s never driven a car before, but it can’t be THAT hard. maybe they can practice on the one in the garage after he dismantles it.]

I don’t think I ever really asked you about what your home’s like. You should tell me.

[bello]

"Much more fun than any sort of party I've attended," he responds, pressing in close now, their dance intimate despite the formality of it all. He closes his eyes, cautious with his steps around her as he remains fairly close to lean in a press a kiss her lips. The only part visible of her face. It's soft, almost chaste in a way, before he pulls back. "I would certainly do this more often with you." A laugh before he adds, "So long as you remember not to step on my feet."

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I do want to... Thanks. I'll paint something for you soon. [She smiles faintly. Talk of home makes her melancholy, but praise and the promise of new things to do help.]

Oh, well... I lived in a tower. My walls were covered in paintings, and I had all sorts of things to keep me busy, but... From my window, I could see the floating lanterns every night on my birthday. I had to see them.

Um. I wasn't outside for very long, but it was really beautiful. Most of it was full of trees and grass -- Oh, the grass was so fresh and so green! And then there was the Snuggly Duckling. It smelled bad there, but everyone was really nice. And, oh! There was this... Place, where wood was holding back water! That was pretty interesting, now that I think about it.

[At the time, she was busy trying to Not Die.]

[totallyupsized]

[ That's what he likes to know too, dear Sif. Steve notes, not without a note of sadness, that the people of the twenty first century definitely did not inherit the sensibilities and manners of the generations before them. What gentleman would let his lady wait upon him while he spoke avidly into such tiny devices to another far away?

As far as he is concerned, such matters were to be saved for dire circumstances -- for example, when in need of a long-range wireless walkie-talkie with a demise imminent on the horizon. Things like that.

But he shakes it off as yet another product of a century he cannot even begin to understand, and he offers his hand to her - Sif, another Asgardian and comrade of Thor's, is stunningly beautiful in her dress tonight, a covert mission that had required them to go undercover, with Steve taking point and keeping an eye out for their target. ]

I don't know.

[ He tells her honestly, shaking his head. His brows are knitted, but he forces himself to relax; it would be a shame if they gave themselves away so early in the game. ] We didn't have devices like that in my time.

Shall we, then?

[truffulacide]

You’re talking about a dam. I’ve seen one of those before. They are interesting, but they aren’t nearly as cool as some of the other things out there. Like… [he trails off, thinking.] …Beehives. Beehives and tree houses and bird nests. Go outside more often and you’ll see loads of those.

[hearing her gush about it lends him pause. admittedly, it doesn’t sound that remarkable, it seems like every other forest out there, though her enthusiasm provokes a weird feeling from him. maybe it’s just her vivid way of describing it, but he can’t help but feel homesick.

which doesn’t make sense, of course. to be homesick, you need to have a home to go back to in the first place.]

It sounds nice. A couple years back, I used to travel all over the place. The world’s much bigger than it looks, but I never know how big ‘til I actually went out to see it for myself. The kind of place you’re describing…you make it sound really cool. I would’ve loved to see something like it, even if only for a little while.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Will you show them to me?

[Her eyes widen at the idea of traveling farther than to the lanterns, and she gives his hands a squeeze.] I bet it was beautiful. And I'm glad you like it. It... It really was so nice.

[brosif]

I'm not trying to lead, Odinson. I am just a natural leader. It's not something I would expect you to understand.

[Another frown -- her bite, here, is clearly rooted in having very little idea of what she is doing. Titles aside, Sif is a farmer's daughter, born and raised.]

[brosif]

[Sif has little talent for espionage, and clearly drags her feet towards the dance floor. The hand on Steve’s arm is amiable enough, but she stares at the floor as if it is some sort of marked enemy -- which it very well may be.]

...I am told you heal more quickly than other men of your world?

[truffulacide]

Definitely. We'll make it a day trip - Operation Get-Rapunzel-Into-A-Treehouse. I don't think either of us are ready to tangle with bees yet.

If - when the way opens back up again, would you -

[he stops short, abruptly, then shakes his head.]

...Never mind. It's stupid.