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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[byronicreaper]

My apologies for making you wait so long.

[At least it happened, right?]

[nursings]

Impressive.

[and she sounds sincere when she says that, as her feet try to follow him and her dress curls around her calves. jeyne imagines a little robb in her mind, did he have a serious expression back then too? no..i don't think so. because she can see a smiling child in her mind and it makes her lips curve fondly as she lowers her eyes, keeping her body close to him.

he sounds genuine. when he says that. when he pulls her close and gives her those rare smiles that she collects and stores away in her mind. there's no reason for her to be here, but maybe there is. ]

Well, I can't imagine going to so many and not having at least a somewhat good time.

[she laughs quietly, glancing down--almost to look at her feet and just because sometimes she doesn't know what to do when he looks at her like that.]

Do you want to know a secret?

[ladygrit]

Don't watch me, watch your feet - like this.

Now go back. With your left.

Your other left!

[she steers him slowly around the floor in a wonky kind of box step, only laughing when he steps on her feet again.]

[candyhorns]

Stop laughing, Jade, this is hard!

[fe_male]

[ Well he's definitely expressing emotion: thinly veiled irritation. Why are you so difficult. ]

You're like trying to make a dent in a bowl of oatmeal - how do you even keep that much tone out of your voice.

[theagent]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[ All right, look, she'll let up a little. There's almost a smile on her face now. ] Practice.

[fe_male]

Did you just have like, a ludicrous number of siblings or was this a voluntary and active skill you chose to pursue?

[thenorthernwall]

Mm. No, I'm satisfied.

[Now she's actually smiling.]

[theagent]

I'm an only child. [ Meaning: the latter. ]

it just seemed so appropriate for the thread to follow this one somehow

[more_than_words]

Cloud -

{it's her instinctive reaction, to focus on him first out of everything. Lost and found and lost and found and lost and found and - she's lost count of how many times he's been taken away from her only to reappear out of the blue in the most unexpected way. She's lost count but she knows it's been several times over the allotted limit that anyone's allowed to have and it' scares her each time he disappears because how many times can he find his way back to her before they both run out of chances?

She's not sure - but she knows she lost sight of him when her world fell apart.

It takes precedence over waking up in a dead man's arms.}

Is he here too? Is he safe?

[fe_male]

I remain not-entirely convinced of about half that term. You seem a bit like a consistent 'thirty year old in a girl-suit'.

ffffffffff now I'm going to try to fit this all together in perfect hideousness, yes

[soldiernoclass]

[ If he minds being more or less forgotten for a moment, it doesn't show in any discernible way. He'd be a hypocrite to blame her, anyway; of all the great and many matters there are to consider, in the waning days of living a memory, the things left behind are the ones that come back and back again.

He nods, and solidifies (and feels solid) just a little more - in presence, in mind. ]

Yeah. We're going to meet him.

[ But there's a weight in the words that seems to undermine his comforting intention, a heaviness that resonates with the heady scent of rain on him. ]

But there's something you've gotta know, first.

let's do it! B)b

[more_than_words]

{the words don't reassure her the way they should and her eyes lift to search a face that's easier to make out now. Zack... She remembers him only vaguely, usually between dreams of fire and ash. There's so much from that time she only remembers through the veil of fire and ash, so much either hidden under it or pushed aside for that greater horror entirely. She remembers though. Her memories, clouded, are still sound.

And they were so young and unprepared...

She wasn't strong enough then, too inexperienced to know what to do or how to do it. She'd not anymore though and - Cloud needs her. He must or she wouldn't be here. Whatever's coming, whatever Zack's trying to warn her about, she'll be strong enough this time. She won't fall apart again.}

What is it?

[soldiernoclass]

[ He looks away as she looks toward him, turning instead to search the fathomless reaches of shadow surrounding them, pulsing with light and some distant roar of sound, barely held at bay. The voice of the Planet is like the faraway echo of whalesong, millions joined together into one rising sound that crests like a wave before falling back into silence. The surface of the water runs placid and they fall and he guides them, as if he knows where he's going.

Or where they'll end up. ]

He's not... All there, exactly.

[ And he lifts an arm from where it had settled, curled around her, to tap the first two fingers of that hand against his temple. ]

Most people can't handle the pressure, down here. It starts to take you apart, if you're not strong enough. He just- Couldn't hold on, anymore, I guess.

[byronicreaper]

[He likes it when she smiles, but like heck he'd ever say it. She might not even be aware that she's smiling. Instead, he'll just take her hand, letting that speak in his place.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She lets her fingers curl around his, keeping her distance and letting him do what he will.]

Do you realize how lucky you are?

[more_than_words]

{he looks elsewhere but her eyes stay steady on him. She doesn't dare look anywhere else, terrified that in doing so it will give it the power to pull her away, like a monster thwarted by a child hiding under the covers. Even her brief experience with that swallowing green was enough to last eternity and back and dying is suddenly, for the first time, a truly terrifying thing. She'd always thought it was peaceful, going back to the planet but now she knows that it's voracious and sanity breaking. It's cruel.

Yet here they both are - and Cloud too, somewhere lost in that screaming green. It's the first time she shifts restlessly in the safety of Zack's arms.}

Shouldn't you be with him then? Not me.

[byronicreaper]

I have a feeling, but I'm inclined to think I have yet to actually comprehend the fact.

[But if he had to guess? Luckier than he would have dared to imagine.]

[thenorthernwall]

Take your time.

[It really was her way of saying that she feels incredibly fortunate, but she can't hang her pride on a line like that.]

[byronicreaper]

[He does take a moment.]

Luckier than I could express without getting into the realm of unnecessarily sentimental poetry.

[He's trying. He really is.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She laughs.]

Enough of the poetry. I don't want to hear it.

[Gently, she pulls on his hand.]

[byronicreaper]

[He turns to look at her, willing to follow if she's got a place in mind, as long as it's not back where they came from.]

[totallyknowscpr]

So it just makes your job easier if they're lazy and not paying attention, right? I'll take your word for it.

[ she turns her head so that instead of cheek-to-cheek, she is pressing her lips against his cheek, moving ever closer to capturing his mouth with hers, gently and playfully.

[theagent]

You're right, I'm hardly a child anymore. [ She is also a little over thirty, but he doesn't need to know that. ]

[bello]

He laughs, a deep, heated thing as he slowly strokes Takeshi between the legs, long, languid pulls of him as he shifts to the desired position, entire body simply nerves and skin and he shivers as he props himself up and meets the others eyes.

"Certamente," he manages with one particularly prominent stroke delivered to the others arousal before he lowers his head and brushes lips to the very tip of it, tongue flicking out. He laps slowly at the head, a wet, solemn swipe of tongue against the beaded precome there.