@mystiokinesis asked:
"Do you want to dance?" (from berg because how can i not??)
The hall wasn't quiet. Filled to the brim with laughter and reverie. But the moment felt quiet; the fabric of his sleeve caught between her fingers as she unconsciously thumbed at it. The brush of his curls against her head as she leaned into his side and he looked about the boldly decorated space. The steady hand that curved around his own elbow, finding cool knuckles that still beneath his touch.
Neck slowly craned up, honey gold all but lost to the dark of her pupils as she smiled, doting and circumstantially nervous up at him. Her own hand she turned beneath his, trading sleeve for love's fingers.
Do you want to dance? He asked and her chest rose as a startled inhale gave away her mood.
Here, she thought, in front of all these people?
She instinctively curled both arms now around his elbow. Her breath was shaky but his gaze brought immense comfort. Finally, she exhaled and her smile resumed. No less doting or warm.
Hel trusted Bergfinnr. More than honest words conveyed.
"You'll take the lead?"
