Post by kristmar mortensen on Aug 3, 2015 17:51:25 GMT
we are quirky, totally crazy, fairly broken but nicely decorated
Truthfully, he'd like to believe what Kurayami said; that there was nothing wrong with two friends dancing. Now that they'd finally exchanged details, Kris didn't doubt that they'd stay in contact from now on. Despite... this uncomfortable situation that he was literally being herded into, Yami was a pleasant person. They had interests in common, a similar goal, a sense of humour that was quite alike and then there was the undeniable fact that the teen had something drawing to him. That last bit was perhaps what allowed Kris to let this bold individual take these liberties with his person, even as abashing as it was to admit - at least to himself - that he was essentially letting Yami get away with his impish actions only because he was, y'know, attractive.
Kris bowed his head slightly to hide the way those thoughts lit up his face. This was embarrassing. A few glasses of pricey champagne and his usually more placid and dignified demeanor was flaking away. All because of a cheeky pretty face that wanted to dance with him.
It was hard to stop his torso from tensing when the teenager rested his hand on his waist and how, like a puppet, his hands were moved for him. He wasn't exactly comfortable with being led though but, for a minute or so, he supposed he could continue to humour Yami. Kris closed his eyes for a brief second and made a very light coughing noise in his throat as he cleared it, taking a moment to will down the fidgety sensations in his chest and gut that were helping to put him so on edge. He could only hope that his hand wasn't getting too clammy clasped in Kurayami's or at least that it wasn't too noticeable.
"Yes, congratulations..." Kris murmured quietly, opening his vermilion eyes to stare up at his unscripted dancing partner. "You haven't immediately trodden on my toes. I'm impressed."
Dancing to this adagio tempo wasn't anything too demanding; the swaying gait was almost lackadaisacal with how flowing and leisurely it was. The music was embued with an amourous air; it was all dreamy and sentimental melodies from a quartet of string instruments, some embellishments from a flute and a grand piano and a low, underlying presence of deeper wind instruments to accompany it all. Overall, it was pleasant, but a little too frou-frou for Kris' taste. At least it was easily danced to.
Wordlessly, Yami's hand was plucked from the blonde's waist though and placed on his shoulder instead. After listening to the romantic tunes for only a moment, Kris found himself confirming that he wouldn't be comfortably led around to this like some simpering danseuse. He made them change hands and switch leads.
"There," Kris muttered with slight finality. He looked up again at Kurayami, his lips twisting into a vaguely slanted smirk. "For someone who isn't keen on these sort of events, you aren't doing too badly." Kristmar's eyes never lingered for too long on his dancing partner's face though. They'd drift to his hands, to the little collarbone that was visible due to his unbuttoned shirt, to the sharp lines of his jaw and they'd comb through the male's shoulder-length hair. All the time, Kris found himself hoping that this song wouldn't drag on for too long. It'd likely only be a matter of time before this turned awkward.
Kris bowed his head slightly to hide the way those thoughts lit up his face. This was embarrassing. A few glasses of pricey champagne and his usually more placid and dignified demeanor was flaking away. All because of a cheeky pretty face that wanted to dance with him.
It was hard to stop his torso from tensing when the teenager rested his hand on his waist and how, like a puppet, his hands were moved for him. He wasn't exactly comfortable with being led though but, for a minute or so, he supposed he could continue to humour Yami. Kris closed his eyes for a brief second and made a very light coughing noise in his throat as he cleared it, taking a moment to will down the fidgety sensations in his chest and gut that were helping to put him so on edge. He could only hope that his hand wasn't getting too clammy clasped in Kurayami's or at least that it wasn't too noticeable.
"Yes, congratulations..." Kris murmured quietly, opening his vermilion eyes to stare up at his unscripted dancing partner. "You haven't immediately trodden on my toes. I'm impressed."
Dancing to this adagio tempo wasn't anything too demanding; the swaying gait was almost lackadaisacal with how flowing and leisurely it was. The music was embued with an amourous air; it was all dreamy and sentimental melodies from a quartet of string instruments, some embellishments from a flute and a grand piano and a low, underlying presence of deeper wind instruments to accompany it all. Overall, it was pleasant, but a little too frou-frou for Kris' taste. At least it was easily danced to.
Wordlessly, Yami's hand was plucked from the blonde's waist though and placed on his shoulder instead. After listening to the romantic tunes for only a moment, Kris found himself confirming that he wouldn't be comfortably led around to this like some simpering danseuse. He made them change hands and switch leads.
"There," Kris muttered with slight finality. He looked up again at Kurayami, his lips twisting into a vaguely slanted smirk. "For someone who isn't keen on these sort of events, you aren't doing too badly." Kristmar's eyes never lingered for too long on his dancing partner's face though. They'd drift to his hands, to the little collarbone that was visible due to his unbuttoned shirt, to the sharp lines of his jaw and they'd comb through the male's shoulder-length hair. All the time, Kris found himself hoping that this song wouldn't drag on for too long. It'd likely only be a matter of time before this turned awkward.
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