swing with me ( accepting )
– ⚘ brow quirks, expression melting to suspicion. without the mask, it is so easy to see how eager jhin is to shoot down anything that comes too close, and in the narrowing of maroon almond gaze, there is a very specific mix of longing and disdain.
lean dancer’s form is towering and elegant as his shoulders square, tilting his chin as if issuing a challenge. a cruel smirk lights his features from below.
“i’d love to.” a gentle extension of jhin’s hand, waiting for fate to take it.
“should i consider myself lucky, to take the floor with you?” the grin grows in maliciousness and in size. “or does fate tango with every pretty thing, once or twice?”
It could be argued that every decision in Twisted Fate’s life -- both good and bad -- begins the same: with a bet. He hadn’t paid any mind to the wallflower, exotic as they were, until he noticed one, then two, patrons skulk away, having obviously been rejected. Upon witnessing a third leave empty-handed, the Card Master dared to wonder if he could do what they had failed to. The odds were stacked against him, but that was all the more reason to try his luck.
It seemed four was tonight’s winning number.
“It would appear my reputation proceeds me.” Twisted Fate chuckled, accepting the enigmatic man’s invitation and leading him towards the open floor in triumph. The cards don’t react to their master’s new dance partner; he took their silence for complacency.
“Pretty. Why, that’s mighty humble of you.” The corner of his mouth lifted into a crooked smile. “Fate’s a funny kind’a thing in that it tangos with us all, every now and then...” Twisted Fate guided their still-clasped hands into an upright position, and gently placed his free hand underneath the other man’s left shoulder blade.
“... But how many of us can say we’ve waltzed with fate?”
