[ at first he raises a brow, dubious of the merman's claim. floyd? knowing traditional steps? following rules? riddle will believe it when he sees it.
and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
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It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]
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and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
in fact: ]
It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]