[To be honest, objections other than "I don't know how" or "not my thing" never occurred to him. Anyone who's seen him in a fight would immediately call him on claiming no agility or balance, and anyone who knows him well enough to get past his honest reasons not to dance is automatically assumed to have seen him fight.
Her surprise and, well, his own tendency to claim he knows something just so he won't be shown up puts him very close to saying that of course he knows how to lead. But that'd just mean being shown up even more in a few minutes, so he bites it back.]
No idea.
[It feels strange, her hand on his. Wolfwood realizes that pretty much all the contact they've ever had has been pulling the other away from something, with the occasional clinging to someone familiar in a crowd for variety. This is new territory. He's not sure what that means.
Other than, you know, condemning himself to public embarrassment.]
[she smiles small, taking a step backward, being the first to cross the threshold of the floor, meaning to gently pull him with her.]
Then I'll talk you through it. [she's done so before for...many before this. and always, her heart squeezes in some kind of way, but the quality is different this time.] The moment you start, you're forbidden to look at the floor or your feet. It's easier that way.
[He follows, keeping his strides small so he doesn't accidentally outpace her and embarrass the both of them immediately.]
Right.
[Makes perfect sense to him. The moment you start double-checking yourself is the moment you slow down enough to get shot. ...Or bump into someone, as the case may be. Still, his eyes do dart around the dance floor, identifying some of the more skilled couples so he can watch their feet if he needs reference.]
[she leads the hand she took to her waist, then takes the other one as she stands before him, lifting her chin.]
You lead with your body, not your feet. Pick a direction, then step...as though you meant to step carefully to avoid making too much noise or jostle something on the floor. Glass cups, perhaps...
[or bombs? bombs may have been a better analogy for Wolfwood in particular, but such an idea doesn't actually come to mind right now.]
You needn't worry about me; I know how to follow. Your steps should match the rhythm of the sound around you...or the people closest, lest we collide.
[Lean before taking a step and then take that step like the floor is loaded with mines, got it.
His hand rests lightly on her waist - not avoiding touching her, because that would be detrimental to both of them in this situation, but trying to be polite. It's a very polite kind of dance. His eyes flicker between her, the couples on either side of them, and the crowd at the sides of the room. He misses a few steps or takes a stride too far a few times, but it's easy enough to catch himself and match the pace of the couple ahead. The only sign that he's still feeling lost is that his grip on her hand is a bit too tight to be polite.]
What, your lead? [after those stumbling few steps, she's able to surmise his intentions well enough to follow along - even predict, lest he step on her gown.
[That gets him to stop scanning the people at the edge of the dance floor and look back down at her, sharply.
What exactly is that supposed to mean? She'd told him to act like they never knew each other before, sure, but that was in the context of others having forgotten. This is something different. He can't quite guess at what it is. But he can connect it to how willing she was to have him act like a total stranger as well. She'd been wandering - was she trying to go entirely unnoticed through all of that?
If that's the case...that's an even lonelier life than Vash's.]
That doesn't sound like much of a risk to me. It's not like you've gone and murdered dozens of people.
[As a completely hypothetical reason why it could be best to forget someone.]
As far as I know. [He concedes that. She could have accidentally vaporized an entire city at some point. It's not like she'd be the first friend of his to do that.
But he's examining her face carefully, looking for signs of the loneliness she's more or less admitted to. Whether it's self-imposed or not, being entirely forgotten is no way to live. Or to die. He wanted plenty of people not to care about his presence or absence, but he could never have been satisfied with how things turned out if he hadn't been damn sure there were a few who wouldn't forget him.]
Not that it'd matter to me.
[For all his focus on her, he's been able to keep his dancing mostly passable. It's not that hard of a pattern if you're not doing anything fancy.]
[she looks back at him, matching gaze for gaze as her ages of skill have given her. despite the way her heart aches and yearns as she etches the moment to a sensory memory, she does not let her placid expression break.
instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'
Not true. [she lifts her chin a bit, turning her head in the direction he's leading them.] It'd just mean you'd have to chat a bit more to learn things.
I do plenty of chatting! [Just ask any of the shopkeepers! Or some of the locals he's given a hand, or people he meets in passing at cafés. He's cheery and mostly polite, fitting right in.
...Which was always the point. It's easier to slide in and out of places if you're a friendly, pleasant guy. Maybe a bit weird, but not some mysterious, potentially dangerous loner. It's not that he's naturally chatty. He's perfectly willing to talk if the situation calls for it, but he was always blunt, even when those situations were frequent. He'd worked out how to chat, because people were less likely to match 'hired assassin' with 'nice oddball priest.']
Just...not with friends.
[His steps had slowed; he picks up the pace now so the next couple won't run into them.]
[He's not sure if he's not following her or if she's not following him. For once, it's Wolfwood's turn to split hairs over wording.]
You don't have to chat with friends. You can just talk. Or not talk.
[Or argue. Arguing is always on the table. The point is that a friend should be someone you can just be yourself around. And if yourself is someone who's not chatty, there's no expectation you should be (unlike there is at, for example, overly fancy parties with stupid dress codes).]
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Date: 2024-02-21 05:55 pm (UTC)Her surprise and, well, his own tendency to claim he knows something just so he won't be shown up puts him very close to saying that of course he knows how to lead. But that'd just mean being shown up even more in a few minutes, so he bites it back.]
No idea.
[It feels strange, her hand on his. Wolfwood realizes that pretty much all the contact they've ever had has been pulling the other away from something, with the occasional clinging to someone familiar in a crowd for variety. This is new territory. He's not sure what that means.
Other than, you know, condemning himself to public embarrassment.]
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Date: 2024-02-21 06:02 pm (UTC)Then I'll talk you through it. [she's done so before for...many before this. and always, her heart squeezes in some kind of way, but the quality is different this time.] The moment you start, you're forbidden to look at the floor or your feet. It's easier that way.
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Date: 2024-02-22 12:09 pm (UTC)Right.
[Makes perfect sense to him. The moment you start double-checking yourself is the moment you slow down enough to get shot. ...Or bump into someone, as the case may be. Still, his eyes do dart around the dance floor, identifying some of the more skilled couples so he can watch their feet if he needs reference.]
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Date: 2024-02-22 04:39 pm (UTC)You lead with your body, not your feet. Pick a direction, then step...as though you meant to step carefully to avoid making too much noise or jostle something on the floor. Glass cups, perhaps...
[or bombs? bombs may have been a better analogy for Wolfwood in particular, but such an idea doesn't actually come to mind right now.]
You needn't worry about me; I know how to follow. Your steps should match the rhythm of the sound around you...or the people closest, lest we collide.
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Date: 2024-03-12 11:28 pm (UTC)His hand rests lightly on her waist - not avoiding touching her, because that would be detrimental to both of them in this situation, but trying to be polite. It's a very polite kind of dance. His eyes flicker between her, the couples on either side of them, and the crowd at the sides of the room. He misses a few steps or takes a stride too far a few times, but it's easy enough to catch himself and match the pace of the couple ahead. The only sign that he's still feeling lost is that his grip on her hand is a bit too tight to be polite.]
Doesn't it make you nervous?
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Date: 2024-03-14 05:30 pm (UTC)so that question gets a crooked smile.]
I assure you, I've seen far worse.
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Date: 2024-03-14 06:55 pm (UTC)Bein' out in the middle of everyone like this.
[He knows that probably only a few people, at most, are watching them. But there are so many more who could. Possibly while armed.]
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Date: 2024-03-14 11:43 pm (UTC)Only if it were a risk I'd be a remembered.
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Date: 2024-03-15 01:00 am (UTC)What exactly is that supposed to mean? She'd told him to act like they never knew each other before, sure, but that was in the context of others having forgotten. This is something different. He can't quite guess at what it is. But he can connect it to how willing she was to have him act like a total stranger as well. She'd been wandering - was she trying to go entirely unnoticed through all of that?
If that's the case...that's an even lonelier life than Vash's.]
That doesn't sound like much of a risk to me. It's not like you've gone and murdered dozens of people.
[As a completely hypothetical reason why it could be best to forget someone.]
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Date: 2024-03-15 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-03-15 01:31 pm (UTC)But he's examining her face carefully, looking for signs of the loneliness she's more or less admitted to. Whether it's self-imposed or not, being entirely forgotten is no way to live. Or to die. He wanted plenty of people not to care about his presence or absence, but he could never have been satisfied with how things turned out if he hadn't been damn sure there were a few who wouldn't forget him.]
Not that it'd matter to me.
[For all his focus on her, he's been able to keep his dancing mostly passable. It's not that hard of a pattern if you're not doing anything fancy.]
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Date: 2024-03-15 05:40 pm (UTC)instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'
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Date: 2024-03-15 08:28 pm (UTC)If I did that, I wouldn't have any friends.
[Hell, if said friends had standards above that, he would also not have any friends.]
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Date: 2024-03-15 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-03-15 10:37 pm (UTC)...Which was always the point. It's easier to slide in and out of places if you're a friendly, pleasant guy. Maybe a bit weird, but not some mysterious, potentially dangerous loner. It's not that he's naturally chatty. He's perfectly willing to talk if the situation calls for it, but he was always blunt, even when those situations were frequent. He'd worked out how to chat, because people were less likely to match 'hired assassin' with 'nice oddball priest.']
Just...not with friends.
[His steps had slowed; he picks up the pace now so the next couple won't run into them.]
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Date: 2024-03-16 01:21 am (UTC)There's more to remember if you do. I hope you can.
[just not with her.]
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Date: 2024-03-16 08:38 am (UTC)You don't have to chat with friends. You can just talk. Or not talk.
[Or argue. Arguing is always on the table. The point is that a friend should be someone you can just be yourself around. And if yourself is someone who's not chatty, there's no expectation you should be (unlike there is at, for example, overly fancy parties with stupid dress codes).]
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Date: 2024-03-18 08:49 pm (UTC)In some ways, yes. In other ways, no. Silence only speaks so much, and actions can only spell out certain phrases.
[words have meaning. simple, succinct, confusing or confident...
a lot can be left unsaid.]