vatheon | Dancing Under the Sea

Who: Dualscar and Dolorosa
When: Right now!
Where: A bar with like, music and stuff.
Style: Action
Status: Closed to all erstwhile saboteurs of Dualscar's romantic life.

[Earlier today, Dolorosa had received a box on her doorstep, along with a note.]

Meet me at Club Deep, and wwear wwhat's inside this box. Don't wwear heels that're too high, you'll be glad you took my advvice.

Come alone.

--Orphaner

[Inside the box is a pretty dress, along with gold and pearl necklace, bracelets and earrings to match.

Dualscar is sitting at the bar at Club Deep, a night club featuring a brilliant wall of aquariums, and smooth, slow jazz - perfect to dance to. He can't stop himself from looking at the door every ten seconds, wondering if Dolorosa will take his gift, and show up. He's drinking a cup of some kind of fizzy mixed drink - not too fruity, okay, but sweet - and determined that it'll be the only one he has tonight.

Well, unless she doesn't show. Then all bets are off.]

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[When she finds the box, it's with no small measure of surprise that she discovers it's from Dualscar. She considers refusal, and quite seriously so, but she finds her curiosity overrides it. He behaves very strangely to her memory, far more tolerant and patient than she ever manages to expect, and she's still not sure what to think of it.

She's probably a little later to the night club than he would have liked, but it had taken some persuading herself to put the dress on (at which point she couldn't help but admire his eye for style), and a little more to get her out of the hive. Taking his advice, the shoes she wore only had a small heel, which was just as well since walking in high ones was next to impossible for someone who wasn't accustomed to it.

There's only the briefest of pauses in the doorway as she looks for him, a quick breath drawn in, then she moves over and sets one hand on the bar beside him. The bracelets clink together gently. She's shown up, Dualscar.. now what will you do?]

[Dualscar's breath catches in his throat and his fins lift and fan out in pleasure at the sight of her. Not only has she come - which, really, had he really worried she wouldn't? (A little) - but she looks beautiful in the dress he picked out for her.

He smiles and rises, abandoning his drink and offering her an arm. He's not going to make her sit on the bar stools in her skirt.]

You wwore it. It looks evven more lovvely on you than I evver thought.

Of course.

[She turns to show it off, allowing herself that indulgence before she takes his arm, smiling lightly.]

It is a fine choice. The cut is very flattering.

[He watches the movement, a slight hunger edging into his violet eyes as he checks her out, then he lays a hand over hers on his arm]

Vvery flatterin' indeed. It pleases me to see you liked somethin' I picked out just for you.

[He squeezes her fingers as he moves to lead her to a more intimate booth near the dance floor] I hope you're not hungry, on account a the fact that I'vve got some other plans before wwe havve a bit a food.

[She just shakes her head faintly - she's already eaten, what little she could around her fluttering nerves.]

Will I be told of these plans, or will you be surprising me?

You wwon't havve to wwait long. [He gestures to the table] Here's wwhere wwe'll be sittin' to eat, but I thought wwe could dance for a bit first, if you wwant.

Dance?

[Suddenly she looks faintly nervous, and though it's only for a moment it's quite visible if he's looking.]

I do not know how to dance.

[His eyes widen, then his smile follows, his teeth showing slightly before he masters himself. He turns towards her, arm slipping around her waist]

Don't wworry. I can teach you. It's not hard in the least.

[That smile gets a little start, then a faintly suspicious look with how quickly it's brought under control, but then he has one arm around her waist and she is quite.. quite distracted.]

Very well.. Shall we begin?

[He winces inwardly, wondering if he's messed up, but then she seems to relax. He gently draws her towards the middle of the dance floor, drawing her close to his chest.]

It's a sloww song, so it'll be a piece a grubcake. Put your hand on my shoulder there, and followw my lead.

[She's still suspicious of him, though not as much as she was a few months ago. He's already had many opportunities to betray her, or Signless, and he hasn't. She takes this as a good thing - he was never renowned for his patience.]

Very well..

[Her hand goes to his shoulder, resting there lightly, and she smiles up at him, slightly timid.]

I will apologise in advance for if I step on your feet.

[He loves that smile, knowing that she trusts him and is looking to him for guidance - it makes him feel powerful. He smiles back, calm and confident, and takes her other hand in his own.]

My feet'll survvivve if you do, but don't wworry. I'm sure you havve enough grace for this.

[He's right, of course. She may not know what she's doing, but she's light on her feet and she can follow his movements well enough that she barely has to glance down to make sure she isn't going to trip.

Soon enough, she's stopped doing that altogether. She's keeping her eyes up, fixed on his as they move.]

[He smiles into her face as she grows in confidence, and the dance moves into a faster pace. He slowly draws her a little closer, sliding his hand to the base of her spine]

Vvery good, swweet one. Havvin' fun?

[She draws a breath in, a light jade flush spreading over her cheeks, eyes widening faintly as she tightens her grip on his shoulder.]

I am, yes..

[That breath is let out slowly, trembling faintly in her chest. Is it.. quite warm in here.. or is it just her?]

[He's been resisting, but that flush decides him. He leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek, just barely on the side of chaste, but full of promise]

I'm glad. I wwant you to enjoy my company, if that wwasn't obvvious already...

You have made it abundantly obvious..

[And that blush is only getting darker, but she's refusing to dip her eyes.]

.. and it should please you, then, that I am enjoying your company.

That does please me. [He hooks her chin with a finger, leaning in teasingly close, enjoying the naked view of her blush] Vvery much.

Ah-- hm. [The slight tense feeling across her shoulders isn't one she can help, being this close to him.] I would hope that you are also enjoying mine.

I wwouldn't be here if I didn't enjoy your company, my dear.

Dancing Under the Sea

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