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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SCREAMS

[whos_your_daddy]

[ The music is...certainly unexpected, and it gives the younger man a moment of pause when he steps into the room. Behind him the door hisses softly as it slides closed, the motion of his cape a quiet susurrus beneath the rise and fall of instrumental notes.

The Emperor's fucking with him again.

With little recourse but to Deal With It®, Vader completes the short walk to Sidious, sets his jaw beneath the mask, and kneels before him. His head bows respectfully, like a worshiper in earnest supplication. ]

Master.

Good, good.

[overconfidence]

Rise.

[Comes Palpatine's voice, a controlled snarl. Once his enforcer has returned to his full two-meter height, the Emperor stares up at him. Stares through dark lenses to weakened eyes, surely filled with nothing but utmost hatred for the cloaked figure that stands beneath him. Oh, how Lord Vader must wish to squash him like a miserable insect.

But no. The Emperor hardly seems to pay that any mind, instead flashing Vader with a saccharine smile.]

Would you care for a dance?

[Is he joking? Is he serious? No, he's Sidious.]

YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, GLORIOUS MAN. :|

[whos_your_daddy]

[ He cants his head at the question, surprise banking a little of that constant loathing. Sidious encouraged it, he knew, stoking the fire quite lovingly in his own subtle ways. It gave Vader purpose, a goal to pursue when there was nothing else for him. One day, Vader knows, he's going to surpass the man before him, and kill the Emperor once and for all. He wets his lips.

Today, however, is not that day. On his feet, he smooths down some of his ruffled feathers and forgets himself. ]

What?

YOU LOVE IT

[overconfidence]

[Oh, he was fully expecting to catch Vader off-guard with that question. Further proof that he knows exactly how to get under Skywalker's skin... or what's left of it, anyway.]

I've always been rather fond of this song.

[One redeeming factor of Palpatine---if any could possibly be found at all---has always been his appreciation for music. Fine art. The way his voice softens, like a smooth silk, it almost hearkens back to the days when Anakin would accompany him to the Opera Houses on Coruscant. The smile of his is quick to fade, however, and he grimaces up at Vader as he snarls:]

You, my friend, will lead.

[Though, coming from Sidious, that's still an order. They can both say Vader's leading right now, but they'll know that Sidious still pulls the strings.]