#p:dwm

[leonieburkett]

DANCE WITH ME || TRISTAN + LEONIE

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her thumbs began to strum against the steering wheel. The engine had been turned off for what seemed like forever now, and yet the key was still in the ignition. Leonie had been sitting there for at least thirty minutes, if not longer, and as hard as she tried she could not force herself to turn on the car and leave but she also couldn't force herself to finally get out of the car. She wanted to see him, in fact she needed to see him but for the strangest reason the girl simply didn't know if she could see him right now. She knew that she didn't have a real reason to be upset, and that there was a reason for all of this, but the girl couldn't help it. She couldn't help but to be jealous of those that walked the red carpet hand in hand, of those who kissed in front of all the cameras not caring  who saw or what others thought. She wanted nothing more than to show Tristan off- to show the world how utterly happy he made her and how lucky she was to have him. Sure, there was also a part of her that wanted to tell people that he was hers. Hers and only hers but that wasn't just it. Shaking her head she finally pulled the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car, holding the white gown up in order to not step on it as she closed the door behind her and locked the car doors. She then made her way to the front door, inhaling a deep breath of air before knocking, eyes glued to the ground as she waiting for him to answer.

[xravmyungsoo]

❝ dance with me — kris & myung

While he always felt insanely nervous every time he was due to meet up with his boyfriend, the feeling was now multiplied. His gaze bore into his reflection, trying to pinpoint any unsightly flaws. As usual, there were none. Yet, no matter what angle or lighting he viewed himself in, none of it was satisfactory to his standards. In the past, he'd shamelessly seen himself as the epitome of perfection, but that mindset disappeared the moment he met Kris. He really did pale in comparison to the Slytherin, and he knew that more than anyone. A sigh past his lips as he assured his shirt was properly tucked in, straightening his collar and adjusting his bow tie. He retrieved his belt from his mattress, looping it through the holes of his pants in an almost intentionally slow manner. As he pieced together his outfit, he was becoming less and less confident. He had no idea what Kris liked, what he found appealing or attractive. Now, he was shooting blindly, and he was dreading the other being unimpressed with his attire. It's not like he could alter anything now, though, so he exited the room after checking his hair one final time, grabbing his mask on the way out. 

Honestly, this was the first social event he was going to. Past balls and everything hadn't interested him, since that involved a sort of closeness that wasn't vital to him. Besides, it's not like he was ever asked, anyway. No one had ever seen him as a real person who wanted to be invited, and just that Ravenclaw that slept around profusely, not even respectable enough to be considered a person. That was different now, though. It had been well over a month, and there wasn't anything he loved more than simply being with Kris. And, currently, while he was passing through the common room, he was positive that wouldn't be changing anytime soon. 

As he exited the tower, saving to actually wear his mask until after he saw his boyfriend, he tackled the steps, descending to where he always met the male on the main floor. Coming to that spot, his heart was already thudding nervously, having him twisting the rings on his fingers as he leaned against the wall. He didn't usually arrive first, since he was notorious for oversleeping and losing track of time. This didn't mean he was hours late, though, just a few minutes. Kris was just very punctual, so he was naturally concerned when he didn't find the older waiting for him. Paranoid thoughts such as the other bailing on him entered his head, but he assured himself this was no big deal. After all, he'd only been standing here for a matter of seconds. The anticipation was killing him, though.