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[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[vecna]

[Tugged right back up, his perfectly coiffed hair is now looking a little windswept (dance swept?), though he pays it no mind. Arches a brow.]

In that case, let me lead until the song's over. One more turn about the room.

[velluminous]

[ it's not that nearly over, and she visibly hesitates. ]

I suppose I can allow this.

[ gently moves ... her hand, her pose ]

[vecna]

[Adjusts accordingly, as well— and when the tempo resets itself, it’s Henry’s turn to take the lead.]

I was going to ask — how long have you been dancing?

[Perhaps he lacks the same poise, but he guides them confidently around the small space.]

[velluminous]

My lifetime, more or less. Soirees and high tea, remember?

[ she is a little less poised when he's leading; she clearly is not as accustomed to following... or else it's Henry himself that's the cause ]

[vecna]

And did you learn because you enjoyed it, or because it was a necessity?

[Near the desk they go, taking a turn back towards the center of the room. He does not mind leading — though perhaps this is no surprise — but Henry does not seem overtly hasty one way or another.]

For all those soirées.

[velluminous]

I would have rather been playing outside, I suspect.

[vecna]

In that case, I hope I’m not continuing the trend of you being forced to dance with people you’d rather avoid.

[velluminous]

...no.

[ the most reluctant mutter as he continues to turn her about the room ]

[vecna]

…Good. [He admits, simply, with a small smile, and though he could wheedle even more, Henry chooses not to.

One more turn about the room, nearing the window with the telescope and its grand display of the city, the moon with its tears.

Here, the song swells to a crescendo, which must certainly mean it’s ending — and where she had been bold enough to dip him, he extends his hand that remains clasped against hers, guiding her into a neat little twirl.]

[velluminous]

[ oh, she's being twirled. if this were really what it seemed, her skirts would flare out around her legs, but the reality is, she's in her prison uniform, and so is he. the gesture itself still carries through, though; it makes her chest twinge with the strangest feelings of nostalgia and frustration. why is this one of the better dances she's ever had. ]

[vecna]

[They’re hardly dressed for the occasion, are they? Even within a memory, their prison garb reminds them of their situation, but at least the observatory, paired with its gramophone song, is distraction enough to enjoy the final touches of a dance.

The tune plays its last note, and he releases his grip, amused as the momentum of her twirl comes to a stop almost exactly timed with the end of the song.

Gestures at her, eyes approving.]

Perfect.

[velluminous]

[ ACTUALLY BLUSHES, and scoffs, waving off the approval as she skulks past him to fetch her wine. ]

It would suffice, yes.

[vecna]

[Turns on his heel to follow her, but not quite as hastily.]

It could have been worse. I could have stepped on your toes.

[Oh, did he embarrass her?]

[velluminous]

Yes, and you didn't. [ god this was dumb, she's so dumb. she grabs his glass first, then notices the lack of lipstick mark on the rim and sets it down again. swaps. ] You've done well. I will admit this.

[vecna]

[Reaching over to grab his glass. Definitely the one without the lipstick marks.]

Then why do you seem put out?

[velluminous]

[ mumbled into her glass ] I am not put out.

[vecna]

[Okay, then a little more bluntly-]

Embarrassed? I’ll let you spin me next time if it helps.

[velluminous]

Quiet, you.

[vecna]

[At least she’s not upset with him because he tried to one-up her! Great twirl or otherwise, he’s pretty sure her dip was more dynamically impressive.

Sips his wine.]

You were still the better dancer.

[velluminous]

Ha! Of course. Buttering me up.

[ Sholmes was right. she does hate to take a compliment. ]

[vecna]

Only stating the truth. You have the advantage of practice. And upper body strength, apparently.

[velluminous]

[ she brushes her fingers over her own bicep, somewhat self-consciously. tips some more wine into her mouth. ]

Well.

[vecna]

Take the compliment, Sprezzatura.

[She seems allergic to them, truly. Henry swirls what’s left of his wine.]

Was there anything else you wanted to do while we’re in here?

[velluminous]

Ms Vaux. [ the correction is automatic, muttered because she doesn't believe he'll adjust anyway, and she follows it quickly with: ] No, nothing.

[ because anything else is not being entertained today, no matter how unexpectedly welcome this sojourn ended up. her heart aches already, missing it anew. ]

[vecna]

[Frustratingly, no, the correction will not stick. But less frustratingly, he is not inclined to keep her stuck in her own mind, and so—]

Then we return to where we were. Are you ready? Close your eyes.