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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[passive]

[Bethany watches him curiously, not entirely certain what it is he has in mind. Surely he isn't interested in dancing. That doesn't seem very Fenris-like.

And yet. She stares at him for a moment, blinking, her mouth agape in surprise.]

We... could. If you wanted.

[but deep down inside she's like
]

[magicalfisting]

[A smirk worms its way to his face at the surprised look on hers. He may not want to completely do this, but that.

That's worth it.]

I would like to.

[passive]

[She is the most stunned right now. But you know what, she is going to take this once in a lifetime opportunity and run with it.

A small smile creeps up on her face as she extends her arm toward him, almost shyly.] Shall we, then?

[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.

[passive]

[Well, with any luck, they'll be done dancing by the time Hawke gets back...!

...Yeah, no, who are we kidding. You gonna get shanked, Fenris. Sorry dude.

TOTALLY WORTH IT, THOUGH. Bethany rests her free hand on the elf's shoulder, unable to hide her grin. Or the blush creeping up on her cheeks.]

Neither am I. We'll embarrass ourselves together.

[magicalfisting]

[He's lived... a life. He supposes.

Fenris smiles at the blush, decides to not mention it really. Or the fact that he finds her really attractive when she smiles at him like that. He definitely doesn't mention that he's glad she agreed.]

I find that hard to believe, Bethany.