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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[totallyknowscpr]

"Sounds like a plan to me. You should teach me those court dances too." It does sound good, learning to dance with Ezio, all the myriad of dances she can already think of. From the intimacy of a tango to the breathless energy of swing, nothing she can think of she doesn't want to try with him.

Watching his eyes turn to the ground, she tilts her head, one hand moving from around his shoulders to reach up and cup his face, fingers curling around the mask, looking up warmly at him. A moment, a pause to watch him, her eyes softening before she presses another kiss up to his mouth.

[biding]

[Ryouta's eyes seem to shine when Nageki leans in closer and he hums quietly along with the music from downstairs. It's silly, he tells himself. Being happier and happier when he sees Nageki is but, then, he doesn't get to see the other looking this happy that often. And if he can help in it, well. All the better.]

better than our joint weddings ngl

[coxswain]

[ shit. ]

[ shit fuck, dammit. ]

[ he was kissing her then, and it's intimate and sweet and nice, and dammit she likes it. somewhere just underneath her lungs is curling in a way she prefers lower in her belly, in a tight and warm way that she would have much rather preferred to manifest while they were fucking - not...not kissing. ]

[ for a moment or two, she kissed him back, but her jaw was slack and her actions lacked the surety that marked all her other actions. then she forces a laugh, turns her face so his lips might drag across her cheek but the kiss is broken, and sighs. ]

It's late.

[soldiernoclass]

[ He doesn't try to hold her still, widening his grasp, instead - his physical form, here, is merely a stand-in for his will, after all, the only part of him that's gone on surviving, still. And it won't matter, really, whether she wants to drift beside or before or behind, so long as she sticks with him in mind, too.

It would almost be a relief if she did break the closeness, then, if only for a moment. She could mean to accuse him, or merely to question his priorities - and he suspects the latter, but it doesn't help the way those words hurt, the painful twist it is to answer honestly. ]

I can't.

[ But not for lack of wanting- He doesn't know that he could expend the energy to have swept them both up into this relative safety without the risk of losing one or the other, but he would've tried, anyway. If it weren't for one minor detail. ]

If I went to him like this... What d'you think it'd do to him? No. He needs to remember on his own terms.

[ And with her help. ]

You're his anchor, now. It hasn't been me for a long time.

[inheritings]

[ back then robb stark was too serious for such a small boy, small and angry and prone to lashing out with fists at inopportune moments. and maybe now he was better at it, better at playing his role and keeping his temper in hand, but the little boy wasn't gone, not truly.

the metal of her zipper is cool against his palm. he likes this, likes the way she fits so neatly against him, as if they were made for each other. two corresponding puzzle pieces, neatly matched and moving in tandem. her head ducks and he mirrors her, wanting to keep eye contact, keep his view of her face. ]

I'd like to know any secret you wish to tell me.

[fe_male]

Well, I meant like, 'always had been', but sure, we can go that way with it. It was vaguely worded so that's my fault.

[inheritings]

[ robb doesn't lean back. the soft progress of his lips continues for a moment, up along the line of her jaw. for a moment there's the press of lips at the high point of her throat, then the nip of teeth at her earlobe, before he leans back just enough to look at her face and gauge her expression.

his actions speak too loudly, but if they didn't speak of it, then nothing need come of it. it's all testing, seeing what these new waters held. ]

I know. Are you finally tired?

[coxswain]

[ hush, hush, let's not speak of anything. ]

If I'm not, are you going to fuck me again?

[ and she wriggles, but it lacks any real dedication or intention. she is finally tired, and it's more a stretch than a purposeful slip of her leg between his, more a yawn than a purposeful push of her breasts against his chest. ]

[ ...yeah she's tired. ]

[more_than_words]

{for the first time, her eyes do leave him, drifting with a great deal of trepidation toward the green and where they seem to be sinking. Searching despite the way that color scares her now. Lifestream. Mako.

Mako showers and injections...

SOLDIER eyes.

Cloud's eyes.

All of this - is inside him?

Her eyes snap back to Zack though and she goes still, concentrating, entirely finally on just him. Because she can hear that pain in his voice and her heart recognizes the way it feels. I can't. He doesn't have to say that it hurts him or how much. She can hear it in his voice and she recognizes it because she knows that pain too.}

Zack... {whether it's her will or his in this place of vertigo and fractures, his cheek is there when she raises a hand to gently touch it. Hurting for him. Eyes dark, she listened to the rest of what he had to say, carefully trying to make sure she caught all of it because it was so important to both of them. Because he was so important to both of them...

Her eyes did flare larger once though.}

Me?

[nursings]

[ jeyne smiles a bit, her forehead barely brushing his as she wets her lips, (ever a habit), and purses them. she glances up again--then down once more. ]

It's embarassing. The last time I went to a function was..well, it was a really long time ago.And I had these shoes. They just looked like something I wanted to say I could pull off, so I wore them.

[ something ripples across her face, her brows furrowing. ]

I tripped in them. In front of everyone. By then our family had nothing worth keeping to anyone. It felt like the last straw.
So-- I..put them in my closet. Said I'd never wear them again because I wasn't supposed to, obviously. It wasn't major news, and everyone forgot about it--but I didn't.

[she forces a quick smile because she doesn't want to sound awkward.]

Yet I didn't throw them away.

[she glances up at him with a wry smile,
rolling her eyes at herself. ]

I figured they'd just give me more bad luck but I loved those shoes. So I kept them around. I didn't have anyone to help me stay upright with them back then.

[ she leans in, smiling into his shoulder ]

I'm wearing them right now, Robb. And I haven't fallen once. What do you think of that? I never thought I'd wear these again. I think you make me a little bit lucky, what do you think? I haven’t fallen down yet, but here’s fingers crossed.

[ ( it's too late now, isn't it? )
to run away in these heels because if she didn't have him to dance with she'd just fall. but she's already falling in another way, isn't she? ]

[theagent]

I was hardly born with a suit on.

[inheritings]

[ his hands skim down her sides once more, come to rest on her hips. robb's no expert (it's hard to be fluent in asha greyjoy, especially when she changes the rules every other moment) but he knows the difference, knows how she moves. ]

Come to bed with me.

[ it's not the tone he uses when he means let's have sex, asha. it's something else, something softer around the edges. come to bed and sleep with me, as if this were something other than what it was. ]

[bello]

Oh yes, very easy. The more oblivious they are they better. It means they don't end up with a knife in their throats if I can sneak by.

[The kiss to his cheek prompts him to tilt his head into her, meet her lips with a playful smile and a kiss that is equally playful. He gives an innocent roll of his hips behind her to the rhythm of whatever is playing on the radio.]

[bello]

As she presses lips to his, he reaches behind his own head, undoing the ribbon keeping it in place at the back of his head and removing the mask. The cool air that hits his temples, his eyes, his cheekbones, makes him smile as their lips meet fully.

One of his hands reaches up slowly to stroke her chin with care and as he pulls his mouth away, he looks her in the eyes, gaze unhindered by the mask now. "You will catch on fast to them, I am sure."

[coxswain]

[ and that's a perfect cue for her to shrug again, to concede and let the arms around his neck shift, like she's going to unlace them. but she stalls, hand on his neck and fingers toying with the hair at the nap of his neck before threading up to tug on the curls. ]

Hmmmm... [ she hums after a time - an appropriate thinking time, though there was really no need to thin; there's just one answer - and disentangles her hand from his hair. arms from shoulders, too, and lets her palms rest on his forearms. ]

Alright.

[thenorthernwall]

[No, it's out to a garden where no one will bother them, not while the festivities are going on. She steps in close to him.]

I hate parties.

[fe_male]

Birthday counts.

[inheritings]

[ she does that, makes a show of considering him. and robb lets her, because it lends something like normalcy to this. as if they hadn't just had a moment of tenderness and affection, too honest for even his tastes.

and when she says yes he steps back, lets her away from the counter as his hands come up to twine through hers. ]

I'll even let you have the pillow.

[ and robb would steal theons, huzzah. ]

[coxswain]

Oh, how nobel of you. [ she practically coos. but it's almost entirely mocking. ]

[ still, asha lets him hold her hands for a moment, lets him squeeze her fingers and even squeezes back before shaking her hand from his. she turns to deposite the spoon in the sink, but doesn't bother to put the ice cream back in the ice box. ]

[ and it's not as if she needs any guide to his room - as infrequently as they spend time in the flat, it was not amaze - and she was comfortable enough to start making her way toward his room ahead of him. ]

[theagent]

[ She's just going to roll her eyes. ]

Mr Stark, you had better not imagine me in my birthday suit.

[fe_male]

[ Grin. ] Op. Well, too bad, now you're said it, the mental image is right there. Bare-bottomed and beautiful. You were apparently a cuddly baby.

[byronicreaper]

Then why attend them at all?

[He doesn't see sense in doing what you hate, unless it's your job.]

[thenorthernwall]

Obligation. And sometimes I get to see you looking even better than usual.

[soldiernoclass]

[ Pretty trippy, ain't it?

There's a warm laugh in spite of the cold in every other facet of this uncertain, indistinct existence, and he nods into the hand resting against his cheek. The comfort is rare, and though not all of the bitter in him is so easily assuaged, it's more than overpowered by the sweet.

He's been dead long enough not to need anybody mourning him longer. ]

Isn't that why you're here?

[ He doesn't think his assumption too far off-base, considering - and, all right, so maybe he'd glimpsed a few things in the jumble of Cloud's presence, too, as he fell like a stone to the depths of the Lifestream, to where they're traveling, now. But he won't repeat any more than he already has, of those memories and unminded secrets.

His expression is clear, and the arch of his brow none too subtle. ]

Like I said, you've come a long way just to catch up.

[ Just not with him. ]

[ladygrit]

No it's not!

Look, step to the beat. Ready? One, two, three, one, two, three.