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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Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed

[bello]

they need more chances to be cute

[totallyknowscpr]

Where she's instantly at home on the dance floor of a club, normally all brash smirks and writhing movements, a masquerade ball is like an alien world to her. Darcy is grateful for the mask that helps to hide her nerves, hiding the small blush she can feel under the mask on her cheeks. She feels out of her element in the gown, fingers constantly playing with the sleek material.

Still, with everyone masked, she'd be able to recognize Ezio by his movements alone, the fluid grace and way he carries himself. She makes her way across the floor to him, neatly cutting in as the music starts a waltz.

"Sorry if I step on your feet; I've only done this a couple times before."

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[bello]

"That is fine, bella."

Ezio smiles a little bit as she slips into his hands with ease, his footsteps light and careful as the music starts. His clothing is elegant, but simple, fitting and dark against the lines of his body. As he looks at the gown, admires the color, he chuckles. She seems so out of place in the layers of fabric, and yet it suits her here. The color, the shape.

"I will teach you."

There is a quick kiss placed to the very top of her head with care before he adjusts his hold on her hand.

[totallyknowscpr]

"You are supposed to lead anyways, so I guess it would be your fault."

Her right hand goes to his shoulder, almost hesitant in her touch, as the left settles in his hand. The feel of his hand at her waist is familiar yet foreign, the formality of the touch, the layers between them strange.

As they start their steps, her breath catches, trying to remember what to do, how exactly to follow Ezio so they don't collide. Caught in thought, she steps forward as he does, and they collide, a laugh rising as they fall back into rhythm. "Told you."

[bello]

"You are rushing--it is to be enjoyed," he lightly scolds, a smile on his face as he adjusts his hold on her. "It does not help that you can barely see your own feet in that dress of yours." He guides her slowly through the steps, bringing them to the side of the dance floor, not quite off of it, but a bit out of the way so he can straighten her steps out. Goodness.

He laughs a bit now as he spins her around once in time with the music, pulling her close. "I would invite you to step on my feet like a daughter does to her father to dance with him, but your shoes might hurt."

[totallyknowscpr]

"I can't see my own feet most of the time anyways, but you're right, the dress doesn't help. I did warn you though. And I'm thinking the couple times I was counting don't really count. Not if we were just faking it."

It's easier to follow his movements as the waltz continues, and she lets out an almost giddy laugh as they execute the spin without any problems. The feeling is fun and light, and she relaxes in his hold as she gets the hang of the steps. "I had to try to get to be taller somehow."

[bello]

"Oh, but I think you are the most perfect size," he murmurs and relaxes his own guiding hold on her, giving a nod with the lightest of grins on his faces now. It's odd to see Darcy looking so formal, her hair different, her face, her dress. But it's not a bad different. Not at all.

She's getting the hang of it though, and Ezio has to guide her less and less. It makes him a little proud as he slowly brings her back, a little further into the dancing gowns and suits. Not too far in, but just so she can see how they fit into the puzzle of the people keeping to themselves, their units of two, spins timed slowly, as if moving as one body. "You have it, see?"

[totallyknowscpr]

She can't help but laugh as she replies, "You're just saying that so I won't step on your toes again." But she takes the compliment anyways, smiling back up at him. Even with how fidgety she was about being here, being like this, in his arms, it feels natural.

Though it still stops her breath a little as he moves them into the circle of dancers, their steps bringing them easily into the flow and twirl of the larger dance. She relaxes, though, when they don't collide with anyone, don't step on anyone's dress or shoes, and instead fit fluidly. "Who knew you were such a good dancer." It's not that strange, now that she thinks about it, with the fluidity of his normal movements, that it would translate to an ease on the floor.

[bello]

"You would step on my toes on purpose? How unkind." She seems astonished with how they move, her eyes trailing about the room. It is slightly unbelievable, but Ezio finds comfort in this. He normally isn't one for big, formal parties, but he can't say he hasn't been to a few with his father.

Ezio gives her a shrug at the comment. "I had good teachers--my father was an affluent man and he couldn't have sons who could not hold their own with the noblewomen, don't you think?" His steps flow easily, whether it's the timing, or how his hips and legs seem to merely move on their own to precise beats, he doesn't know. He's been fluid all his life, flexible, adept. Dancing just feels right.

[totallyknowscpr]

When the closest thing to a ball you've been to is your senior prom, and when that took place at the community college gymnasium, a grand masquerade ball is pretty impressive.

"Lucky for me you're not a bad teacher then." Finally she is fully caught in the motion and rhythm of the dance, of the swirl of bodies around them, and feels confident enough to stop watching the room and watch Ezio. She does pick things up easily, but there's something about dancing with Ezio that is now effortless. Even with his face behind a mask, she knows the motions of his body well enough to anticipate what he'll do, even with her hand only on his shoulder.

[tranquilizing]

The bottle of wine they've been sharing sits half empty on the ledge and on their rooftop--it's become theirs, as much as its hers, for how much time they spend on it--Takeshi drapes over his shoulders, watches the night fall with him in quiet camaraderie.

When the idea whispers through his mind, it makes him smile. Takeshi sways against his back, just the littlest bit and smiling lips whisper over Ezio's ear, "Dance with me?"

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[bello]

Ezio's smile is slow and lazy, warmed from the wine and from the night surrounding them. He turns his head gradually, feels the lips against his ear shift to his cheek as he murmurs back to him slowly. "I might over your feet, but I would like that, yes."

He lets out a laugh, soft and lingering as he shifts against the other, tries to ready himself for some semblance of a dance.

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[tranquilizing]

"No worries, haha. I'll catch you if you do." Takeshi's laughter is soft, nuzzled to sharp line of his cheek, punctuated on the corner of Ezio's lips.

He tugs him away from the ledge, just a few steps, and molds himself once more to Ezio's back, circles his arms around his waist. They don't have any music to speak of, but that doesn't stop Takeshi. He presses a cheek to Ezio's temple and starts to sway, a little more pronounced in the movements, encouraging Ezio's body to follow as he hums some soft, slow tune under his breath.

[bello]

Ezio blinks slowly as he feels arms around his waist, feet behind him guiding him back slightly, the sensation of warm breath against his cheek, the feeling of being pressed into just slightly. It's enough to make him press back just as affectionately with his cheek.

"I would be ashamed with how much I climb." He closes his eyes, shifting a bit in the position with his brows raises despite his hardly looking at anything. It is amusing, makes him laugh a little bit as they step slowly, closely together. He listens to the soft humming, opens his eyes as if waking from a dream that hasn't even thought to end yet.

[tranquilizing]

"Not even you can be perfect all the time, bello." The words are playful, teasing, hummed between the notes as they dance together. He likes these soft moments, where Ezio's relaxed and pliant against him, as much as their more heated ones. They're precious to him in a totally different way.

"Though I don't think you have anything to worry about now. We fit well together. Move well together. See?" Takeshi murmurs the words so softly, only for Ezio's to hear, as his hands slide down strong arms, caressing them, before he threads their fingers together. His hips roll then, pronounced and exaggerated, first to the right, the left, pressing firmly against Ezio body in a quick little introduction to dirtier dancing.

His lips are pressed right below and behind Ezio's ear, kissing lightly at the spot with a smile.

[bello]

Ezio laughs, and it is full-bodied, from his stomach to his chest to his throat and mouth as he feels the kiss along his ear that makes him tremble, Takeshi's hips roll smoothly, make him easily roll his hips back. He is all pliant muscle and bone, wine-addled mind not at all objecting to turning what seemed to be a relaxing moment into one that makes him bite his lip and tilt his head back, eyes bright.

"Oh? Is that the type of dancing you enjoy?" he comments finally, a hand sliding up to shift and settle at the nape of the others neck. It slides up through his hair, presses against his scalp. His other hand remains laced firmly with Takeshi's, comfortable as they are.

[tranquilizing]

Ezio's laughter moves through him, warms him, for the sweet, simple pleasure it gives voice to. And that they move well together is pretty undeniable. Their bodies know each other intimately, fall into each others' cadence without thought. It still surprises Takeshi at times just how in tune they are, how naturally they all fit together, and dancing seems to be no different.

Takeshi adds the gentlest scrape of teeth to his kiss then moves to draw the curve of Ezio's ear between his lips, sighing softly to feel the fingers on his nape lazily stirring lust with each stroke. "Mmm. I enjoy all kinds of dancing. But this has a particular appeal." As did anything that let him be up close and personal.

[bello]

"I can see why..." he sighs, voice wavering as teeth are applied slightly to his ear, making him shake unsteadily, one movement of his hip jerking before continuing the smooth motion. It is easy to catch up with and Ezio blames in on the time spent together. Whether it is simply talking, taking a walk, being in bed with Darcy between them, sweet and soft, he cannot help but pick up on the movements that belong to Takeshi.

He swallows, lets out a breath as he applies nails to skin now, dragging them down his nape and squeezing ever so slightly while giving a firm press back to the other, a smirk on his face.

[tranquilizing]

He smiles around the bit of cartilage he's nipping lightly when Ezio trembles. He loves that, loves knowing he can do that to him, affect him like that. With a hum, Takeshi moves to the line of his jaw, draws kisses across it.

When the fingers on his nape turner sharper with the addition of nails, when Ezio grinds against him just so, he groans softly into the underside of his jaw, delight and pleasure twining about each other easily.

"You're as bad as she is, you know that?" The reprimand is huffed, almost breathless, but the words are filled only with amusement and affection as Takeshi's fingertips begin sneaking just under the edge of Ezio's pants to rub lightly at his skin.

[statusquandry]

Ginshu's skirts pool around them as he presses up against Ezio, hands resting delicately against his coat. The music is soft, echoing out the windows and into the garden where they stood together, laughing softly as Ezio guides Ginshu through the steps.

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[bello]

"And you say you have never danced before? I think you are a natural," he soothes, taking careful steps around the skirts. There's a look of amusement on his face as, for a moment, he looks Ginshu in the eye before spinning him around lightly and pulling them close together as they were before.

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[statusquandry]

"I think I just have a skilled teacher," Ginshu laughs, skirts swishing out around his legs as Ezio spins him then reels him back in. "That makes all the difference." It's easy to relax in Ezio's hands, champagne warming the underside of his skin. It's a beautiful night, and Ginshu is not the slightest bit regretful as he rests his cheek on Ezio's shoulder, swaying to the rhythm. He'd kicked off his pumps when they'd left the path, and the grass was soft under his feet. This might be what happiness feels like, but he can't be sure. It's been such a long time.

"Thank you for bringing me." His tone is light, but there's an awkward amount of emotion stuffed up in his heart. Friendship. What a curious thing.

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[bello]

The feeling of a head on his shoulder, soft hair beneath his chin, a delicate body against his. It makes him curve inwards slightly, hold Ginshu's hand that much more gently, drumming fingers at the small of his back. He himself has taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, loosened the tie around his neck. Too stuffy, too formal.

"I thought you might like it," he murmured, steps light around Ginshu's. He chuckles a bit. "I thought that it would be nice. And it is."

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[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."