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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...okay that counts

[recidivus]

[That's all she's doing, thanks. She might know a few easy four-step dance moves, among a myriad of new-age stuff, but she doesn't know fancy footwork or anything.]

[moontothetide]

Even so, a faint but noticeable blush creeps up Tara's cheeks. Even so, she attempts gamely to recover. "W-Well, that's, that's good," she stammers. "Very polite of you. A-And, um, I'm not either."

She does have a cross on under her blouse in case Barbara is lying, of course.

[universaljanitor]

[Too bad, that. Which is why he's suddenly shifting around, grabbing Rose's hand and yoinking her arm up, spinning her around and tilting her back over his other arm soon after, hauling her up with a breathless little chuckle.]

Oh I definitely still have the moves.

[recidivus]

[snfgjkds o-oh, so fancy. But she's not backing down, taking the initiative and following whatever step he takes.]

Might do, yeah... That was a bit of a mistake, actually.

[recidivus]

[Yep. Every dip she ever gets, makes her squeal and giggle and turn a brilliant shade of pink and yellow. She can't help it.]

I'll say!

[oracle_knows]

"Pity." Barbara smirked slightly, still teasing. "Do your friends often try to make you blush." She'd be slightly disappointed in them if they didn't. Tara was cute when she blushed.

[totallyknowscpr]

"Definitely more fun than anything I've been to."

She notices the steps becoming less complicated, their close proximity limiting their motion as he moves them to the side, off the floor and further into their own world. The soft kiss brushed against her lips makes her smile, shifting the mask slightly and lean up to him, grateful for the added height the heels give her.

"As long as you set a good lead, I won't step on your feet."

Out of the stream of dancers, she feels better about sliding her hand from his shoulder to cup his neck, stroking softly.

[musicalities]

[ it's her song he hums, eyes closing as he waltzes her around her tower, his coat and her dress flaring as they spin. his heart lifts at holding her in his arms, set aside in their own world, shutting out the heartbreaks of being baskervilles and vessalius. ]

[moontothetide]

"N-No." Her former girlfriend, however...well, Willow often hadn't had to try. She was just, well...so Willow about it that Tara often couldn't help herself.

A touch of sadness comes into her expression at the thought of Willow, and so Tara tries to change the subject. "W-Why? I mean...it's not r-really something friends do, is it? I mean, I guess your friends might, a-and that's okay. Just...not mine."

[oracle_knows]

"Because you look cute when you blush." Barbara smiled. "Before we fell out, Katarina used to do it to me a lot." And now it was impossible to make Barbara blush - her thoughts on her ex were very different from Tara's.

[moontothetide]

"Oh." And now Tara looks torn between the desire to smile because, hey, a cute girl just called her cute, and that never stops being nice, and sympathy over the fact that they're apparently in much the same boat.

In the end, she does smile faintly, pleased at the compliment. They've been few on the ground, lately. "...I guess i-it's not so bad. Blushing."

Raven | X-Men: First Class

[notsogroovy]

[mettle]

[Even as his own irritation began to steadily build up, Barnaby did not attempt another revolt against Kotetsu's actions and kept his formerly grabby body parts right where they had been placed, but his feelings of displeasure were easily conveyed in the pointed look in his eyes. "Rookie". Had Kotetsu really used that as an excuse? He could recall in crystal clear details the lessons he'd taken in ballroom dancing, the almost endless number of charities and private events he'd participated in which granted him nothing but upstanding compliments on his technique, words about his absolute grace and sophistication and high regard that he had always been suspected to uphold when it came to his public image. Perhaps it was exactly why he was being more stubborn about the whole thing than usual. Barnaby was still very much used to giving off a certain aura in the public eye, a certain air of prestige that was meant to hold the attention of everyone around him. This was his moment, he would run it... but apparently not when Kotetsu was intent on making him feel like a "rookie", like some child. As if he didn't know what he was doing. He could almost scoff.]

I assure you that in this situation I happen to have more experience than you do. [And just to emphasize his point, the steady flow of critique began even as he made no other continued efforts to fight Kotetsu's position.]

Straighten your posture more. You're dragging your feet a bit as well. Also you're not leading, you're slightly pulling. And don't look down. It's unsightly and you lose track of the steps faster that way. [Of course everything had been genuine complaints that he'd noticed since they had started but nothing that actually bothered him. Not much. No, this was his own subtle (if you could even call it such a thing, and Barnaby's critiques and complaints were never really subtle when it came to his partner, or at least before they hadn't been) way of being as manipulative as possible. Because if he continued to push at the other's buttons then something was bound to snap and he'd give up, then Barnaby could smoothly take the reigns and this whole thing would be finished his way like it was meant to be, and not only would this save them face from their onlookers but both of their egos would remain completely intact (of course this was not actually true but it was a good enough thought to have). Really, there was no problem with him leading, rookie or not.]

[awakenings]

[She takes his excuses in stride, actually expecting them. She'd be making things up for herself if she could, but she knows it's fairly obvious that she's as bored as he is. The people are all the same; the surroundings are just as they are. She can take them or leave them. She gives him a slightly indulgent smile and makes sure he's not going to spit out what's rest of his drink in surprise before she speaks.]

It's all right. I feel the same way.

[It's all just boring. She shrugs but holds out her hand.]

A little break from the monotonous. Dance with me.

[northerner]

[ it grows easier, day by day. the language of her body is not such a mystery to him, and reading her face grows easier as the weeks pass. someday he will know her as well as his lord father knew his lady mother, or so he hopes. and may things always be so easy between them, may they always be able to tug on each others hearts with such simple words.

he will never grow tired of her smile. it will never cease to delight him, watching her lips curve up in happiness. ]

If you bid me dance, then who I am to refuse the queen?

[ as if he is not king. he laces his fingers through hers, lets her pull him to his feet ( a puppy on a leash, a bird on a string, and he is the happier for it, so attached as he is to her and her happiness ) and further, along to the floor where the dancers whirl in time. ]

[northerner]

I was glad to do it.

[ even if robb himself only barely knew the steps, wasn't certain of them and followed her lead to keep from stepping on her dress or her feet. or both. ]

Why did you come this time?

[madannie]

I thought it might make me more comfortable here.

[Being out in public and not paraded around like a creature to be gawked at is -- nice.]

It's different from Panem. If I remind myself of that...

[--what, exactly? Maybe she can get better? She doesn't think those nightmares will ever actually leave her, especially the ones that seem to crawl up into her waking hours.]

Things might be easier.

[magicalfisting]

[He has no idea what he's doing or why he's doing it, even as he takes the woman's arm gently and leads her further out so that there's room for them to even dance. The likelihood of Hawke stabbing him through is high; but he figures that he has a better chance of survival than these nobles.

Fenris pulls her closer, one hand resting on her hip as he takes her hand with his free one.] I must admit that I'm not well practiced.

are you tyler durden in this scenario or am i ?

[inheritings]

[ she was right, and there was no point in denying it. people like dancing with robb stark at functions. there was no shortage of eligible daughters nudged over by their mothers, and robb had taken them all by the hand and whirled them around the dance floor like a dutiful son.

but that was different than this, half-dressed in his kitchen listening to slow blues guitar rumbling through the wall, hands pressed against bare skin. there had never been anything like this. ]

At functions, yes.

[ there's a quiet, indignant huff at the pressure of her foot on his toes, but he doesn't pull away. that's how it is with asha, just as many bruises gained as lovebites when they part in the mornings. ]

It's not so hard.

[weightofthesky]

[Lenalee loves these things. Food, laughter, Allen inhaling the entire platter of finger-sandwiches, and Kanda scowling at him for it. Reever and Johnny are chattering excitedly about something -- she's pretty sure it's some kind of plan to get out of doing Komui's half of the paperwork again -- and Jerry is belting out some kind of song while he continues to praise "that darling young man with the healthy appetite".

Carefree, if for a brief moment.

And it's really not for want of being a wallflower, that she's been hovering at the outskirts of the crowd. Really. It's just that she wanted to take a moment to step back and watch the pieces of her world come together in ways that didn't involve throwing oneself to the winds with arms outstretched in hopes that you'll live to see another day.

Kind of like puzzle pieces fitting together.





-- so she's a little jolted out of her reverie, and finds herself peering down into a glass of punch before glancing up into a familiar green eye.

Oh.]

I guess it would be a little silly, wouldn't it? [She smiles at him though, and accepts the punch with a hint of a bow before taking a sip.] Oh, blueberry~

[bello]

He leans into the hand a bit, a smile on his lips as he guides her slowly, as if the steps require such motions, towards the open doors that lead outside. It's a cool night, late enough that the grass is slightly dewy and the air is filled with crickets and night birds and rustling. The music on the dance floor tapers outside, becomes soft, still able to be followed, merely dulled down.

His own hand slides from hers, brushes her chin beneath the mask that hides the rest of her face. He tilts his head curiously, half-hates how it hides her beautiful nose and brow, half-loves how it seems to give her an air of mystery that she didn't quite have before.

"Out here it is much better."

CRY MORE

[bello]

The feeling of a head on his shoulder, soft hair beneath his chin, a delicate body against his. It makes him curve inwards slightly, hold Ginshu's hand that much more gently, drumming fingers at the small of his back. He himself has taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, loosened the tie around his neck. Too stuffy, too formal.

"I thought you might like it," he murmured, steps light around Ginshu's. He chuckles a bit. "I thought that it would be nice. And it is."

[hunt4commonwealth]

Dylan dropped a flexi on Gaheris' table. It was covered in dance step diagrams.

"Apparently, this is part of the basic diplomatic etiquette on Danae Six, so Command says we have two days to learn it."

[timesbureaucrat]

"Agent Kay." Narvin held out his hand. "May I have the honour of this dance?"

[truth_is_cold]

"Hm. Alright." Rhade was entirely dismissive as he looked at his own flexi, and only glanced at Dylan's.

Then glanced back to it.

Again.

With a start, he stood up from his chair and dropped the roster he'd been going over repetitively, leaning over to press his face close to the flexi and look as if he must be reading this wrong.

"This is for two people." Two men.