🎐 : our muses slow dance together . Pick your ship XD
❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] : accepting
🎐 : our muses slow dance together
It oft felt undermining- having people place lofty expectations of you for the name you directly received from your parents, such is the way most glance at him. Expectant gazes had always held nothing but lofty goals for Hokuto Hidaka, goals that were not his own and could never be his own- and he worked against those, creating his own goals and defying expectation. For that, some disliked him, for that others didn’t- but there’s never been expectation in the gaze of Elyon Kurae.
Rather, the only time that those eyes held any form of expectation of him, was when she expects him to do his part- knowing that he could and likely unwilling to accept if he did not meet the bare minimum of what she knew he could do, that much he could respect. He knew her well enough to know she’s the opposite of him when it comes to handling it, too, she purposely hides away her talents, but the lack of love of the expectations of others had been something that hit them both.
That’s why they didn’t meet eyes as they took hands, guiding each other to the dance floor- it’s a party, and they both know how to slow dance. They expect the other to keep up, or rather, they know they’ll be able to- so it’s a swift decision to make, picking a dance partner, even without the quickening of their heart beats when their fingers brush.
Looking at her as he guides her, a hand on her waist, staring down at her as she slides her own up to rest upon his shoulder- he finds it hard to say how she managed to look so enchanting under the dim lighting of this hall, but he certainly holds no complaint. Instead, he forces his gaze away as hers moves to meet his, and they begin, swaying, moving, classical movement all too well known.
It eventually comes to an end, and the people around them finally filter back into his mind, they are in public still, of course- and yet her presence weeded out their gazes, their chattering and their presence for that while. Perhaps such dances shouldn’t simply be a one time thing. Hokuto moves his hand away from her shoulder, a gentle smile gracing his features for a moment. “Thank you for the dance, Kurae.” With that, he guides her away- to their one true location of the night, the snack section.
