Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
If asked, Dietre would not be able to explain why Hugh’s whisper in his ear had such an affect on him, yet it did. It was not as though what was said was romantic or even seductive. Perhaps it was just the right mix of factors at the right time; the closeness, the sensation of Hugh’s warm breath moving across his skin, the wine he had at dinner, the piano… He understood, suddenly, the cliche of Cupid’s arrow shot through an unsuspecting heart. It was as though he could feel the physical strike. His heart jolted into a giddy rhythm, his hand reflexively squeezing Hugh’s. But with that good feeling came a sense of dismay at the realization that it had happened to him again; he had fallen for someone who likely wouldn’t fall for him in return. What a hopeless case he was, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He let out a shaky breath, his face burning red, and redder still at the fact there was no hiding it. It took more than a few dance steps to compose himself. Another breath and a hard swallow, then he felt a bit more in control. “G-Good,” he whispered back. “Sieglinde is watching and I don’t want her to be ashamed of me.” See? Dietre could joke like everything was totally normal and he was not utterly twitterpated.
Being familiar with the piece they were dancing to was quite helpful for Dietre. He could play it and knew it's pace and rhythms inside and out. He met Hugh’s gaze and could only hope he didn’t look too starry eyed and dazed when he was complimented. “...That’s because I have a good teacher.”
Dietre would have agreed to just about anything right then. He heard himself say ,”Alright…” as if from a distance. He felt very in the moment, yet very outside of everything at the same time.