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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SO CRUEL

[statusquandry]

"You have many lovely companions." His sigh is content and not the least bit wistful. "I am glad you chose me." Ginshu might have been pretty for a guy, but he was a candle to the sun compared to Ezio's usual company, with their hearts bright and unhampered. They were glorious, beautiful in ways that made him feel like the jaded old man he was. Which was fine, of course, and he begrudged no one their happiness, but... it was still a delightful (if foreign) concept that people would seek out his company like this. Not that he wasn't beloved back home -- hardly, but that was different.

Tsuruume's love for him was a fanatical, obsessive, smothering devotion to the Ginshu, to a pretty figurehead. She was the archetype for all his relationships. He was powerful, beautiful and mysterious: everyone wanted to sink their hooks into him for one reason or another. That attention, that grasping, selfish attention was nothing like this. Ezio is tender with him. He holds Ginshu as though he is something precious, and that floods Ginshu's heart with emotions he can't quite quantify.

"Priestesses rarely get the opportunity to spend time in the company of such handsome men."

[bello]

"You are very lovely," he says, pulling away from Ginshu and giving him a careful spin, pulling him back and closer than before, temples brushing and a smile on his face as his eyes close. When he had the choice to invite someone to come to a rather formal dance, Ginshu was the first to come to mind. Why, he was not sure, but perhaps it was the look in his eyes, the idea of getting to spend a bit more time with him.

He tilts his head at the mentioning of priestesses, laughing a little and opening his eyes now. "Well, then you are one of the lucky ones, aren't you? I certainly pride myself with your company."