Bar Area | Midnight | Ilinca & Marcus
"It would not be nearly so fun otherwise," she answered, following him along, her skirts trailing in her wake. Marcus was warm, like a cozy blanket wrapped around you on a chilly night.
Before she even had time to reply, she was being whirled away, holding onto Marcus' hand. Her skirts made a bell shape, her dark hair streaming out behind her. And then she was back, tucked against him in the dance's form.
"And again, you succeed," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "I can't say I've waltzed for a very long time."