💃 ( for jay !! )
❛ Oh c’mon -- ❜ There’s a sigh in his voice, but the moment Evie takes his hand there’s no actual fight in him -- no tension in his muscles, nothing begrudging about the way he rocks easily to his feet despite the whine lodged in his tone and the way he shoots her a look. ( lips drawn down and to the side, head canted the opposite direction -- so close to a pout that he’d have trouble denying it. which, of course, isn’t something he stops to consider when it’s Evie witnessing it. )
They don’t need words, with music flooding the room and what looks like half the school doing -- something almost choreographed. ( will it ever cease to amaze just how totally weird these guys can be ? like, damn. ) It’s not exactly his style, in tune or in motion, and it’s not like he has any idea what anyone’s actually doing. --- -- It occurs to him, in that moment, that maybe that’s -- something Evie might want ? Is it something he should want ? Fitting in with all the weird, ceremonial crap that seems to dominate Auradon’s social scene? It strikes him as so deeply unappealing that it’s enough to override the everpresent worry that lives, now, in the back of his mind that he’s doing something wrong -- but not so much that he can’t feel the wistful tug at wanting to at least give it the ol’ try for Evie’s sake.
-- Hm.
Come to think of it, it really doesn’t feel like worry, when they’re together. Because -- what’s so hard to handle when they’re like this -- hand in hand, together? A grin flickers at the corner of his lips, bolder than it usually comes these days, and as they cut a path through to the center of the room. And then, in one smooth motion, he raises their joined hands high enough to let her twirl under them.
He might not know these moves, but he’s never been clumsy.
❛ Okay, ❜ he says, humored and a little wolfish, ❛ Let’s show ‘em how it’s done. ❜
// action ! & accepting & @bornefair
