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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[byronicreaper]

The dance lessons did their duty, then?

[Not like you need lessons to awkwardly shift around the dance floor. But technicalities.]

[thenorthernwall]

You're sweeping me off my feet.

[Yeah, no. Her tone now is mocking. This isn't real dancing. Thank goodness the song is almost over.]

[byronicreaper]

[The song concludes, and he steps back, though he doesn't let go of her hand yet. There is a moment where he considers, and then he kisses her hand briefly before dropping it.

What can he say, it seemed like the right thing to do.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She just stares for a moment, somewhat surprised by his action. She doesn't dislike it, though; had it been anyone else, she would have slapped them.

It's William, though.

Letting go of her hand so easily isn't going to do. She leans in, placing a hand on his cheek before giving him a gentle, retaliatory kiss.]

[byronicreaper]

[He can read what she's saying through that kiss-and yes, the kiss on the hand wasn't a proper kiss by any reasoning. It doesn't matter for once that they're in public, that people could see this.

Let them draw their own conclusions, and he will be over here, kissing Olivier.]

[thenorthernwall]

[Since when has she cared what people think? She's not going to start now. The kiss is brief enough, and she soon pulls away. She seeks out his gaze, though, appreciative once again of his gestures and--well, frankly, appreciative of everything he is and will be.

It's a strange kind of affection she's never felt before.]

We should go somewhere else. People are staring.

[byronicreaper]

How rude of them. They should keep their eyes to themselves.

[Even though they're the ones drawing attention. But he'll oblige her and move towards outside, where there should be less people.]

[thenorthernwall]

They should.

[She follows him quietly, somehow satisfied with the attention. Everyone knows she's untouchable, incomprehensible, completely inhuman on some level. Looking at their surprised faces brings her the deepest satisfaction.

Once outside, she gives him an appraising look.]

[byronicreaper]

[He looks back at her, then away, up at the sky while he figures out what to say.]

Thank you for the dance.

[And he means it-he's grateful for her attention and her time.]

[thenorthernwall]

Thank you for asking. You know, I waited all night for that.

[Just a small smirk.]

[byronicreaper]

My apologies for making you wait so long.

[At least it happened, right?]

[thenorthernwall]

Mm. No, I'm satisfied.

[Now she's actually smiling.]

[byronicreaper]

[He likes it when she smiles, but like heck he'd ever say it. She might not even be aware that she's smiling. Instead, he'll just take her hand, letting that speak in his place.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She lets her fingers curl around his, keeping her distance and letting him do what he will.]

Do you realize how lucky you are?

[byronicreaper]

I have a feeling, but I'm inclined to think I have yet to actually comprehend the fact.

[But if he had to guess? Luckier than he would have dared to imagine.]

[thenorthernwall]

Take your time.

[It really was her way of saying that she feels incredibly fortunate, but she can't hang her pride on a line like that.]

[byronicreaper]

[He does take a moment.]

Luckier than I could express without getting into the realm of unnecessarily sentimental poetry.

[He's trying. He really is.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She laughs.]

Enough of the poetry. I don't want to hear it.

[Gently, she pulls on his hand.]

[byronicreaper]

[He turns to look at her, willing to follow if she's got a place in mind, as long as it's not back where they came from.]

[thenorthernwall]

[No, it's out to a garden where no one will bother them, not while the festivities are going on. She steps in close to him.]

I hate parties.

[byronicreaper]

Then why attend them at all?

[He doesn't see sense in doing what you hate, unless it's your job.]

[thenorthernwall]

Obligation. And sometimes I get to see you looking even better than usual.

[byronicreaper]

[...Well then.]

I had no clue my appearance struck you enough to enable you to tolerate events you hate.

[William please stop trying to make jokes you're really bad at them.]

[thenorthernwall]

I think you're clueless about a lot of things.

[What could her mysterious smirk mean?]

[byronicreaper]

So I've been told.

[It means he's missing something, isn't he, and it's amusing to her.]