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gilded_justice (gilded_justice) wrote in bizarre_city,

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His observational skills were a gift and a curse for her. He would be more attentive now than he ever would have been capable of in his youth, but she would also get by with less when it came to having him overlook something. Now he did take note of that disappointment, and delighted in how unusual it was to witness in her. Brief as it was, it was encouraging. “The purple is not so terribly far from pink. And in a dress like that, you are not going to fool anyone into thinking you are less than feminine.”

He led the way for them, though it wasn’t far by that time. He had danced at every Gala since he was old enough to know how, which meant he was accustomed to compensating for any inexperience in his partner. No doubt she had been tutored as diligently as he had been, of course, which made the experience more than agreeable. There was no fear of missteps or crushed toes. The only care he had to take was that his wings were not jostled by anyone in their vicinity, and everyone knew enough to avoid them. Maybe a night of dancing wasn’t what she would have dreamed up for herself, but if she had to spend her evening at the gala, she could scarcely have done better for partners. Typically at these events, he divided his time as far as he could. She was granted a dance, a drink together perhaps, but then he was whisked away to someone else. Tonight was different in that he did not seem inclined to leave her side. There was no rush or consideration of what came next.

He held her close and for the duration of one song, and nothing else existed for them. And when that one song faded into the next, the music slowing, his touch trailed against the inside of her wrist, guiding her hands to rest upon his shoulders as his found their way to settle against her waist.