[ it's warm against fandral's chest. dinner and a dance lesson, that'd been the plan, to show her a bit of the classier side of life. but just having their hands on each other meant the appropriate box of space for a waltz had diminished, slowly disappearing until there was none. with her head against his chest, his pulse is music all on its own, and she hums softly along with the song, content to shift a bit closer to him and nuzzle gently. ]
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