Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
“He’s… something.” Dietre didn’t want to badmouth Damian despite not liking him. The man had done too many good things for him, though… It was doubtful he would have done any of those good things without Misha’s influence. Misha seemed to act as Damian’s conscience. But where was Misha now? Damian claimed he was fine, but was he?
Now wasn’t the time for worrying over Misha, he was supposed to be dancing. As anticipated, Dietre felt himself turn into a blushing tongue tied mess the moment Hugh’s hand slid around his waist. He just nodded, not trusting himself to speak until he got used to things, and kept his eyes down on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do was step on Hugh’s shoes.
They had barely begun, but Dietre could feel a vast difference between dancing with Hugh and dancing with Damian. Damian did everything perfectly, but… without emotion. And the only spark between them was the spark of dislike. Hugh was a friend and that made things… different. And well, dancing with a man who was actually your height was certainly more comfortable than dancing with one who was almost a foot shorter than you.
How did this feel? “Nice.” He hadn’t even stopped to think before opening his mouth. The quickness of his answer embarrassed him, and he breathed that soft sigh of a laugh. He dared to look up, meeting Hugh’s eyes for a brief moment. “Um… Well, yes. This is nice.”
“...Am I doing alright?” Being a musician, it was easy for him to find and follow the rhythm of the waltz. He wasn’t clumsy, though his muscles were too tense, his posture stiff. But that was all nerves, really.