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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[truth_is_cold]

And his leg was still up, and ended up a little wrapped around Dylan's as he brought it down. He was pressed up against him, holding onto him, making contact with another male (who he frequently competed with).

And it was quite comfortable, actually.

He didn't want to read too much into it. It was as if his mouth, though, began running before he could stop the words from coming out. "Not quite magic yet?"

[hunt4commonwealth]

"Magic?" It took him a moment to understand the reference. Then the memory of that conversation over a Go board hit him. He looked away, flustered. The magic was supposed to be just for Sarah.

"We've got one more repetition left." That was a safe thing to say, right?

[truth_is_cold]

"If I lose your attention you're going to make me drop you," he warned, before stepping back. The steps were still easy to go through. He didn't try something so bold as a toss when he lifted Dylan up- he did hold him there for a moment though, before spinning and dunking him low.

And it was his turn to look thoughtfully at Dylan.

[hunt4commonwealth]

"Right. No, I'm focused. It's good." Focused on the dancing. Which they were doing for diplomatic relations. Not...other relations.

"How do your wives not get jealous?" That sounds even worse than he expected. Clearly he did not think this through, but now he has to explain. "Of each other, I mean. Even if you loved them all exactly the same amount...how would they know it?"

[truth_is_cold]

He gave him a long look, thoughtful, before pulling Dylan up. He didn't remove his arms from position though.

"Because it's up to me to keep them interested in me. They don't compete, because they don't have to. They already invest more of their bodies in giving birth, in rearing, in educating a child. If they wasted time competing, our children would suffer for it, and as it's my job to keep my wives pleased, if one of them were to lose interest thanks to another pushing her away, the one doing the pushing would stand to lose more because I would start putting more energy into the one that was unhappy."

His brows flick up thoughtfully. "Together, they can share their talents and my own and we can raise well rounded children." He slipped the hand on Dylan's shoulder to the back of his head, even if he wasn't quite sure why.

"Men are usually the ones expected to compete."

[hunt4commonwealth]

"That's...uh...interesting. Very different from how normal, ordinary humans do things. Don't your wives ever want to feel...special? You can't be entirely devoted with all your heart to multiple people simultaneously."

He should step away now that they'd finished the full set. But he didn't. Not yet.

[truth_is_cold]

"I think it would be a disservice to them to love each one precisely the same way, and not regard them as someone that pleases me in their own unique way. A wise woman once said, 'There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.'" And he was beginning to understand why he was feeling so hot.

But no. No, this is a man, first and foremost. Competition.

Only not really competition. He's always been safe from him. He's a competitive standard, not something actively striving to beat him.

Why is it that he even asked. But then a small edge of smile hinted at Rhade's lips. Dylan did feel magic. "If you would like, I could rationalize any of the enjoyment you had just now." He rubbed the back of his neck, hand firm and massaging tension from him.

[hunt4commonwealth]

"What?" Rationalize the enjoyment? He hadn't felt the sort of enjoyment that had to be rationalized away, had he?

Had he?

He had. He definitely had.

"That won't be necessary." If Gaheris offered a way to rationalize it away that would be admitting that there was a thing that needed rationalizing. But then, this whole conversation had already pretty much done that.

"I had fun dancing. There's nothing wrong with that."

[truth_is_cold]

"...I'm enjoying myself as well." That seemed safe enough to say, if anything. But his statement very much indicated even not dancing, standing that closely to each other, he was still enjoying himself.

Again he shifted, letting both his hands rest on Dylan's chest. "Funny, how there's nothing wrong with that, but you can pick out what's wrong with everything else."

[hunt4commonwealth]

Dylan did step away then. Stared at the ground for a moment to remind himself why he had to step away.

"I'm engaged. And Sarah isn't a Nietzschean."

And that was as close as he'd ever come to admitting out loud that he wanted them both. He could hardly believe he'd said as much as he did.

[truth_is_cold]

He was surprised that he had. In fact, Gaheris could hardly believe it, and had to replay over and over in his mind that he'd given voice to a subject he'd been careful to dance around.

But now his hands were at his sides, and they felt a little cold.

"It's fortunate that you are. We would produce horrible looking offspring." But the smile that followed the joke ached a little bit, as he came about as near as he could to directly saying that he wouldn't have minded Dylan being a part of his family.