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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Olivier Mira Armstrong | Fullmetal Alchemist | Open

[thenorthernwall]

[byronicreaper]

May I have this dance?

[A quiet request, and one outstretched hand. Please take it, Olivier, it's very likely the last song playing tonight, and consequently the last dance. He's even being upfront about it.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She actually smiles, surprised at how forward he's finally being. Had she been waiting all night for him to ask? Perhaps.]

Gladly.

[And she takes his hand.]

[byronicreaper]

[Never mind how long it had taken him to ask. All that matters is that she did say yes, and they go to the floor, taking up position for this song. It's soft, slow, easier to dance to than any other form. At least for now, he's not being shy, and he'll dance with her.]

[thenorthernwall]

[All that matters is that she feels like she can finally relax. He may be a terrible dancer--or not, who knows?--but he soothes all her irritation.

They take up their position, and she waits for him to lead. Her voice is little but a murmur.]

You look good.

[byronicreaper]

Thank you. So do you.

[He waits a moment for the next line of the music to start, before leading them into the dance.

In all honesty, he thought she looked beautiful from the moment he saw her tonight, but as if he'd voice it. For some reason she didn't like that, but it's enough to be able to say it in a returned compliment.]

[thenorthernwall]

Thank you.

[The music starts to shift. It isn't the sort of rigid, ordered dance she's used to, nothing she's been trained in. Slow, ambling, the song seems to encourage every other couple on the floor to get closer together.

Not... really sure how she feels about this. As if looking for an answer, she seeks out his gaze, one eyebrow slightly cocked.]

[byronicreaper]

[Minutely, he shrugs, shifting his lead into something that's closer to steering their direction. Smaller movements, slower, more or less going with the music and how those around them have shifted their dancing. This could be terribly awkward, but he's going to pretend it's not for three seconds.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She's going with whatever he does, enjoying this, because it's been a long night. It's nice to finally relax a bit. The closeness strikes her as strange, but not stiff or unwelcome. Naturally, as similar as they are, she's comfortable around him. The awkwardness ebbs away, and they're left with just music and irrationally close proximity.]

[byronicreaper]

[Irrational it may be, but it's...pleasant, to be this close, to know there is enough mutual trust to have this happen. He almost wants to talk, to ask her if she enjoyed this night, but there's a sense it would ruin the moment entirely, and given that he ruins enough moments perhaps this time he should just shut up and keep dancing while attempting to turn his mind off since it overanalyses everything and...

breathe, Spears. You'll be fine.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She wouldn't mind if he spoke, but she herself keeps the silence intact. Silence, after all, is their usual mode. Half the appeal of whatever they are is that they need not say a word in order to understand each other.

He ruins nothing, even if he's afraid he might. In fact, she considers this the perfect end to the evening. It's natural. It's blissful.]

[byronicreaper]

You are...most adept at dancing.

[It's said softly enough that she could ignore it if she wanted to, but it's said all the same.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She tips her head just so, leaning in close enough to speak beside his cheek.]

I thought you'd be worse.

[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.]