Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
Contrariness felt unfamiliar in a good way, and the green girl wasn't interested in giving it up just yet. He was still there, after all. Not that she wanted him to stay. No, no, it was nothing like that. But he was still there and maybe being disagreeable wasn't the worst thing a girl could do. He was smiling and being decidedly disagreeable himself, and her humph was loud enough to be heard over the music that wafted upward. She knew he was teasing, and she felt her cheeks flush slightly, but she didn't acknowledge it in any way other than the sound she made.
She didn't regularly think about failing. She didn't care if she failed. What did she care? She ignored any mental contradiction to hold out her hands and give him the most unimpressed look she could manage, and she was very good at unimpressed looks. It was the green. It kind of made her look unimpressed without even trying. But, hi, hello, his hand closed over hers. It was warm, and she didn't care whatsoever that it was warm. He was warm, which she only knew because he pulled her close, and she didn't care about that at all either. And it went without saying that she didn't care about how he moved against her.
She opened her mouth like a fish out of water, and then she closed it again. "I think you probably have someone else you would rather be dancing with, Fiyero." The words were blurted out, but it wasn't that she was bitter. She had no idea who the blonde was he should be dancing with, other than to know she liked her. The name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite reach it. Not like his name. She could find his name without trying.