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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[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.

SDFKAJSDF HOW DID I MISS YOU??? :T

[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.

IDK BUT I SOBBED ON THE DIVAN ALL NIGHT

[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.

CRY MORE

[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."

SO CRUEL

[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."