❝first dance.❞
@hufpufiris
( `it was his first time to attend a ball. Not just any ball. THE Yule Ball. Like, magical equivalent of a prom night. But that wasn’t the best part, no. The best part is that he actually had the courage to ask his senior [technically his girlfriend?] to the ball, and she agreed. He runs a hand along his blazer, the outfit chosen by his Thierry hyung, and he oddly didn’t feel warm even with his turtleneck underneath. He looks down at the shorter female that is holding onto his arm, and for the nth time tonight, he felt awestruck at her beauty. She had always been pretty to him, but with the flowers in her hair and the way her dress compliments her petite form, it’s like having a goddess next to him and if this is a dream, he never wants to wake up from it.) Um... ( `he tries when a song starts, a slow song to start off the night, and he scratches his nape with his free hand. He’s had no prior knowledge to dancing aside from the weeks before this day, where he suffered a grueling crash course via his cousin and best friend. He clears his throat and steps up in front of her, bows, and holds out his palm open for her.)
May I have this dance, princess?



















