Send "dance with me" to pull my muse in for a slow dance | wc: 500
They’re VERY clear on where they stand.
He doesn’t like her, not even as a friend. She’s intrusive, sticking her bright hair in places it doesn’t belong. She’s sly, cunning, nothing like his sweet Yuki.
When he walks over to her, couples clearing a path for him, Jinx expects him to yell at her. Kick her out, even, for something or another. Perhaps blow her cover—it’d be a public scene, one where she can’t use magic. Maybe, if he was feeling particularly like an asshole, he’d tell her ’I told you so”.
She doesn’t like him, not even as a friend He’s angry, cold, and so self-loathing it makes her skin crawl. There’s some- thing bloodthirsty about him that’s scary.
So when Aido leaves her to go flirt with some of the ridiculously fangirly day class, Jinx is left alone—for Zero to approach. She’s about to open her mouth, to shoot a witty half-veiled insult when his hand is sticking in front of her face.
If that was a slap, he missed.
She stares at it, confused and angry, before looking up. And he’s still angry, yes, but there was also determination in those lilac eyes. And those pale lips forced themselves open, as if every word pained him.
" Dance with me. "
Jinx remembers to close her mouth after a moment, leaving her arms crossed over the black and violet dress. ” You don’t really look like you want to dance. “
Zero looks over at the dance floor, and understanding hits her. Yuki and Kaname are in the center, drawing looks of longing and jealousy. And now that she was looking, the tension between the two men seemed almost palpable.
To his credit, he doesn’t actually crush her hand when she puts it in his. Her black, almost witchlike dress unwittingly fits his dark suit and lavender tie well——almost as well as the two manage to glide onto the dance floor with inhuman grace. His arm wraps securely around her waist as she rests her pale hand in his.
You’re in my arms and all the world is gone the music’s playing on for only two.
Kaname is glaring subtly, noticed only by the night class. But still the two couples danced on, as if oblivious to each other’s anger. When the song was over, the pureblood made a gracious exit with his date, leaving the silver and pink haired partners on the floor.
” You can let go now. “
It’s clear after all, that Zero just needed to use her.
But he doesn’t let go, and they’re swept into another dance.
" You’re a good dancer. "
Oh, they’re clear on where they stand. Once the songs over, once their costumes are shed, they’ll go back to hating each other. But as for now, they’ll stay, mending their injured pride with small steps and the sway of the music.
