Queen Elsa of Arendelle (snowglowswhite) wrote in the100, @ 2015-06-14 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elsa (disney), michael westen |
Who: Elsa and Michael Westen
When: Sunday night, during the party
Where: Mess Hall. Possibly a hallway? IDK
What: They're both a little tipsy and both a little attracted to one another. Stuff happens.
Rating: Oh, IDK. There will probably be making out, and probably talk. Probably spoilers for Burn Notice.
Elsa had never drunk more than an entire glass of wine at a time, and it had always been at a dinner, and she had never had more than a slightly lazy feeling which soon dissipated. But tonight, at this party put on by her friends -- well, friend, but Kate seemed like a nice person -- Elsa had more than was her usual. She was giggly, and she danced, and she displayed her wintery talents. She dispensed hugs freely and allowed herself to let go in a way that wasn't possible at home. At home, she didn't seem to have friends like this, who knew about and respected her talent, but weren't intimidated by it. She had friends here, who dispensed advice and traded opinions and who listened when she needed a moment to shed a few tears and talk about home. At home, she had been expected to marry soon, and to begin a family that would carry on her family's legacy and provide the next leader for Arendelle. None of that was expected here, and so finding a person with whom she felt comfortable and to whom she was also attracted surprised her. She asked Michael to dance, and he'd seemed mildly surprised when he said yes. And just like in one of the movies that were shown weekly, the song faded into a slower one, meant to provide a break from the vigorous dancing that had preceeded. Her hand settled into Michael, and she smiled up at him widely. She was drunk on the beer that they served, and simply happy. Even without her sister, she was happy. "Are you having as much fun as I am?" she asked him, following his steps precisely and going in the directions he indicated with the subtle pushes of his hand. |