✧˖ prompt. » i'm old-fashioned at heart. ⤿ @starfares.
“ i could have told you that, peter. ” beneath the strobe of artificial light, adam speaks just loud enough to be heard over the eruptive pulse of knowhere's most affluent musicians. they're dressed as casually as they can muster; in their sleeveless black top paired with heeled boots and flared pants— all black, as mantis insisted— they feel far more foreign than they typically do. regardless, the expression etched upon peter's face after he asks to, as he puts it, "steal a dance" is making the corners of their lips twist upwards in the shadow of a wry, vaguely-intrigued smile.
their arms reach out, sliding over the thick muscle of his shoulders. he's healthier now, they're noticing; he's no longer that underfed war-tragedy that they met long ago. rather, he's warm and softened and smells intoxicating in their favorite cologne of his. painted lips purse in faux-thought, their gaze meeting his, lost yet again in his sea of stars. “ but that, among many other things, is why i so happen to like you. you'll be disappointed, though— you know i'm not much of a dancer. ”