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[otherworldseekers]

Wondrous Tails prompt: Slow Dancing

Severia doesn’t know why when he touches her it feels so natural and matching her motions to his comes so easily. Dancing with Nero is like waltzing through clouds. She’s never been so light on her feet before, or wanted so badly for an evening to last forever.

Dancing at the Gold Saucer, scene from my WIP. 

[crystaliiize]

@wondrous-tails-ffxiv​

There were rarely something quite so awkward as the silence that stretched between two people who both knew they needed to say something, but were too afraid to give voice to their thoughts. Truths and confessions left unsaid eventually turned sour on the tongue, turning to ash and melting away into a sticky mass that stole away both courage and words. 

Sineaters, lightwardens, ascians-- all of them were nothing compared to the terror of confronting the truth that he lied to Lore. Mislead him, used him, and ultimately had planned to escape through death before the truth could be known.

But fate had refused him that one, simple kindness. Emet-Selch had been a chess piece the Exarch couldn’t anticipated, and it was not through the Exarch’s death that the warrior had been saved but the Ascian’s. 

And he was left alive, mouth pulled in an almost-mockery of a smile as he nodded at the other. “Is there something I can help you with, Lore?”