@lvscinvs sent a raven : [ STEADY ]: sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
' don't touch me. ' and were they not in the middle of a crowd, baela might be making more of a scene. rather than grab at his wrists, squeezing hard enough to bruise, feeling the bones grind together, she would probably have done something far more... unwise. aemond still looks like he's never received a good punch to the face in his life, though she knows from firsthand experience that that is untrue. jostled again as the music swells once more, baela grits her teeth as the surge of the crowd forces her back another step, until she cannot go any further but for the firm chest at her back. it would be simpler, she thinks, if his touch made her skin crawl, like it should, but evidently, nothing in baela's life can be uncomplicated. the last she'd seen of him, aemond had been sat at the high table, looking like the miserable prick he is, so how he'd managed to appear behind her on the dance floor without her noticing, like some sort of wraith, she doesn't know.
sensing it before it comes this time, baela whirls on her heel, turning in the circle of his arms and shoving him back a step this time as the dancers around them crash around them like a wave breaking on the rocks. it brings them even closer together, to her boundless frustration, and her heart, traitorous as it is, slams harder against her ribcage at the proximity. ' don't just stand there, cousin, ' the words are hissed from between clenched teeth, and baela casts a glance toward the high table, where she can see rhaena watching the two of them with wide eyes. ' move, aemond. dance. if you can. ' knowing her luck, he's got two left feet and he'll only make a fool of both of them, but it cannot be worse than simply standing here, looking as though they're about to break out into a brawl that'll ruin her father's nameday celebrations. though the sight of this alone will probably ruin them for her father...