meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

[the]

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.

Comments

[nursings]

[jeyne thinks it's a little cute, that he's shielding her from the eyes of the freys. but she can't help but think in the back of her mind that this is all wrong. that it can only end badly. and she leans in a little to the kiss as if to make it last, like a luck-charm on her skin as she presses close to his side, a faint, breathy laugh escaping her. ]

Waltz..right. And it's usually the guy that doesn't know how to dance.

[she would bite her lip but her red lipstick would come off and tongue in cheek doesn't look good on cameras, so instead she quietly laughs into his shoulder]

Let's make that a last resort, Robb. These are weapons, let no one tell you different.

[but when she catches a glance at him she raises a brow, lips twitching slightly.]

I'd almost think you were enjoying yourself.

[inheritings]

[ it's an instinct he doesn't understand, but doesn't mind. jeyne is something to be protected, something precious and necessary as the air in his lungs. ]

I've been waltzing since I learned to walk.

[ because people always think it's adorable, little children dancing at state functions. robb's been a feature for longer than he'd cared to remember, growing up before the eyes of the american public. and now here he was with a girl on his arm, a girl he might just love. it's a heady thing. ]

And I like these functions better, when I have you here with me.

[ everything is easier to tolerate with jeyne at his side to laugh and squeeze his arm and offer the kind of silent support he's never realized he wanted. ]

[nursings]

Impressive.

[and she sounds sincere when she says that, as her feet try to follow him and her dress curls around her calves. jeyne imagines a little robb in her mind, did he have a serious expression back then too? no..i don't think so. because she can see a smiling child in her mind and it makes her lips curve fondly as she lowers her eyes, keeping her body close to him.

he sounds genuine. when he says that. when he pulls her close and gives her those rare smiles that she collects and stores away in her mind. there's no reason for her to be here, but maybe there is. ]

Well, I can't imagine going to so many and not having at least a somewhat good time.

[she laughs quietly, glancing down--almost to look at her feet and just because sometimes she doesn't know what to do when he looks at her like that.]

Do you want to know a secret?

[inheritings]

[ back then robb stark was too serious for such a small boy, small and angry and prone to lashing out with fists at inopportune moments. and maybe now he was better at it, better at playing his role and keeping his temper in hand, but the little boy wasn't gone, not truly.

the metal of her zipper is cool against his palm. he likes this, likes the way she fits so neatly against him, as if they were made for each other. two corresponding puzzle pieces, neatly matched and moving in tandem. her head ducks and he mirrors her, wanting to keep eye contact, keep his view of her face. ]

I'd like to know any secret you wish to tell me.

[nursings]

[ jeyne smiles a bit, her forehead barely brushing his as she wets her lips, (ever a habit), and purses them. she glances up again--then down once more. ]

It's embarassing. The last time I went to a function was..well, it was a really long time ago.And I had these shoes. They just looked like something I wanted to say I could pull off, so I wore them.

[ something ripples across her face, her brows furrowing. ]

I tripped in them. In front of everyone. By then our family had nothing worth keeping to anyone. It felt like the last straw.
So-- I..put them in my closet. Said I'd never wear them again because I wasn't supposed to, obviously. It wasn't major news, and everyone forgot about it--but I didn't.

[she forces a quick smile because she doesn't want to sound awkward.]

Yet I didn't throw them away.

[she glances up at him with a wry smile,
rolling her eyes at herself. ]

I figured they'd just give me more bad luck but I loved those shoes. So I kept them around. I didn't have anyone to help me stay upright with them back then.

[ she leans in, smiling into his shoulder ]

I'm wearing them right now, Robb. And I haven't fallen once. What do you think of that? I never thought I'd wear these again. I think you make me a little bit lucky, what do you think? I haven’t fallen down yet, but here’s fingers crossed.

[ ( it's too late now, isn't it? )
to run away in these heels because if she didn't have him to dance with she'd just fall. but she's already falling in another way, isn't she? ]