listen to me. firelocke dancing. in theory they would both know how they’re both from wealthy families, pyro was probably forced to learn by his parents for formal events (he’s not very good at it) and morcant made sure abolish had a well rounded skillset for not only defending himself but also existing in polite society. vampires host a ball and invite everyone as a show of good faith (they’re plotting everyone’s murder but shhh). a waltz starts up and scott has danced off with avid or shelby and pyro is left without a partner, fidgeting on the edge of the dance floor while everyone pairs or groups off. abolish comes up and silently offers a hand. pyro accepts but warns that he has two left feet. abolish shrugs and says he can’t be worse than the militia (currently all falling over themselves half drunk while apo holds her temples). pyro laughs, says regardless that they shouldn’t lead, places their free hand on abolish’s shoulder. abolish puts his hand on their back, starts to lead them in the dance. pyro is stiff and stumbles every now and then and abolish is a bit out of practice but they make it work. they spend the rest of the night together and pyro knows at some point scott has stopped dancing and is staring at him with disapproval in his eyes but between the chandelier lighting abolish’s eyes up amber and the warmth of his hand on his back he thinks maybe it’s worth the talking to he’ll get from his sire when the ball is over. and over the hours on the dance floor abolish watches the tension drain from pyro’s posture and a genuine smile creep onto their face for the first time since they were turned and they brush a bit of moonlight white hair out of their face. and he thinks maybe there might be something in oakhurst still worth caring about
