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Post by randi on May 25, 2008 15:15:04 GMT -5
Pleased, Arienne listened to him, grinning. Beautiful. Lovely. She was enjoying this. She needed more good-looking guys to tell her how wonderful she looked and dance with her. As she twirled yet again, the woman murmered to him, "Coming from someone as handsome as you, I'll take that to heart." He pulled her close to him, and Arienne became aware that he had taken her encouragement. She looked into his eyes, content, no, happy to be where she was.
The song came to an end, causing a whine of discontent in her throat. She didn't want to leave him, but if he was tired... A sad look pulled momentarily at her face, though it seemed intensified as the Harpers decided that a slower tune was better fit to the current masses. She was almost afraid that he would pick someone else, and that she'd be left to fend for herself among the men on the sidelines to find another suitable partner when he asked her for the next dance as well. Her face lit up, the smile returning, her very eyes alight with joy.
Arienne slipped her hand that had been on his shoulder across the back of his neck. It was loose to keep him from panicking or any some sort of thing. "Of course."
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Post by ryanne on May 25, 2008 16:08:42 GMT -5
Roican grinned happily at her words. Two apparently were playing in this little game. He was more than happy about that fact. Her little whine was adorable, but her answer was even more cute. She seemed genuinely happy to be dancing with him and that gave him confidence. He moved her slowly around the square, looking down at her.
Her hand resting across the back of his neck brought a possibility. She hadn’t turned her head, all it would take was a small dip of his own neck and he could bring his lips to hers. Roican definitely liked Arienne, but he didn’t know her very well. He didn’t want to do anything to scare her away. He didn’t want to stop dancing with her; he was enjoying it way too much.
Hesitantly, he brought his face towards hers; leaving her plenty of room to either turn away or come closer. He hoped that he wasn’t making the wrong choice…
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Post by randi on May 25, 2008 16:47:08 GMT -5
Moving with him, Arienne looked up at Roican, loving the slower tune. It created such a nice atmosphere, gave such a romantic feeling to the dance. Music was amazing. Should have been a harper, she thought, only to discount it immediatly. Merma needed her, there was no sense pretending that she belonged in the world of the music makers.
As she was drawn from the thought, she found him leaning towards her. Normally, this would have been something... unthinkable. Yet, she found herself stopping their dancing, her toes pushing against the ground to help bring her closer to him. Their lips met and her eyes focused on his. What a night!
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Post by ryanne on May 25, 2008 17:10:49 GMT -5
If his lips were pressed against hers, he would have let out a sigh of relief. It was nerve-wracking, putting herself out there like that. Those thoughts were driven from his mind, though, focusing instead on how she felt, pressed up against him and their lips pressed even closer. He let it linger for a moment, but he pulled back reluctantly.
He just continued to dance, wondering if there was a proper thing to say at this moment. He just smiled down at her before resting his head against hers, though the height difference placed it more on top of her head than against it. He was quite glad that he’d decided to venture out to the stalls early today.
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Post by randi on May 25, 2008 18:02:59 GMT -5
For the single moment that it occured, Arienne thought that the kiss was wonderful. When he pulled back, she wasn't entirely sure what to do or say, but his own lack of speech encouraged her to remain silent.
She started to move again, neither away or closer, watching him, curious of what he intended to do. His forehead was pushed against hers and she smiled softly. Wow.
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