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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[totallyknowscpr]

It's perfect, really, that he's pulled her under a gazebo in the rain. If it were anyone else, she'd roll her eyes and call them cliche and copying off of movies, but, well, for one, Ezio gets a lot more of a pass for cheesy actions in general, not to mention two, he'd have no idea what movies she was accusing him of copying off of.

So she just smiles, an almost perfect echo of his own breathlessly pleased one, a bubble of joy rising in her chest as he leans in to kiss her. Her arms wrap around his neck, and she thinks again how it's almost too perfect - kissing in the rain under a gazebo seems unreal. But for now, she'll take it, and just smiles back at him, softly opening her mouth under his, savoring the moment. She wraps herself around him, in him, not caring in the least that she has no idea where either of their masks have gone to and that without them, they can't re-enter the ballroom. But for now, that is perfect, that is fine, the two of them lost in their own world.

wow wat did i write there

[bello]

When he pulls from the kiss, his voice comes out again, hardly above a murmur and only for her to hear.

"I love this," and with that he presses a soft kiss to her temples. He says it again and lets his mouth take hers for a few precious moments, heated and hungry. And he says it a third time, dipping down to nip at her throat softly. And finally, very gently, he comes back up to cup the back of her neck and smile. A genuine quirk of the lips upwards as he runs fingers through soft hair at her nape. "E ti." And you.

He can hide behind his language, hide briefly because Darcy knows some in passing, but he can stop his voice from quaking as he looks at her. Beautiful, breathless, bold.