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thisavrou_log2016-09-26 10:34 pm
hownkai) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-09-26 10:34 pm
Entry tags:
- *event,
- *overflow,
- bioshock: elizabeth dewitt,
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- mass effect: thane krios,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- metal gear: venom snake,
- mushishi: ginko,
- overwatch: angela "mercy" ziegler,
- overwatch: jesse mccree,
- overwatch: lúcio,
- overwatch: soldier 76,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: rey,
- uncharted: elena fisher,
- undertale: frisk,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
september overflow log
This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.
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Still, it's like she picked out her dress knowing that she would be spinning her way across the dance floor.
That clenching of her fingers against his is the only cue that Snake needs, and he pulls Angela back toward him with a controlled kind of strength, until their bodies are within inches of each other and their hands are clasped. Plenty of people dance for the fun of it without there being any deeper meaning or charge to the interaction, but Snake isn't used to any of this, and it's a level of intimate that's taking constant adjustment.
Still, Angela has reassured him all the way and she still looks to be having a great time, so he'll admit that he pulled this off without any disasters cropping up along the way. ]
Yeah, I don't want to have to start lifting you and spinning you around next time. [ His mouth quirks at the mild joke, and it's only then that he realizes the music is starting to fade out and the song is ending. Which means that his obligation to give Angela a dance was over, although it really doesn't feel like that much of a chore anymore. ]
So, on a scale of one to ten...? [ How'd he do? ]
COURT'S OUT TO MURDER TODAY
This was her favorite part, and perhaps without noticing, he's drawn her right into the space she had tried to leave him and one shift of her weight could press her against him. She's coming to realize the sort of charge this dance held for him and it's the sort of thing that gave a girl goosebumps when they're close enough to pick out the rise and fall of his chest and she can imagine his pulse at his neck, the steady but slightly elevated pace it thrums at as he applies himself to something new. She moves them right back into the steps that leave them moving along the floor, even if her breath is a touch exhilarated and she's beaming up at him, teeth flashing in a way that already says he'd done excellent. It only widens with his joking and she laughs lightly between them, fingers fluttering where they curl over his hand to readjust her grip and settling. ]
Even I'm not that good, so please don't worry. If you tried I'd likely tip us both right over.
[ But the music dies down and the cant of her shoulders shows her displeasure with this fact, already looking a little sad when they were just finding their footing. She'd only asked him for one dance, after all. It's with resignation that she eases their last few steps into the wind down of the music, slowing to a near stop even if she stays in close, her hand still in his. It'd only been for a few moments that they stood this close, but she doesn't move out of his space quiet yet— not while they're still talking.
His prompting leaves her humming thoughtfully, smile quirking her lips as she thinks it over and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. ]
I would have said an 8.5 for a first attempt. [ She rests her other hand up on his shoulder, though, slender fingers just barely touching his neck to draw him a little closer. ] But that twirl took you to an 11.
[ And a kiss for his troubles, a friendly little thing against his cheek that lasts but a second before her touch leaves his neck and she'll not stop him from pulling away if she's gone a step too far. (But she can hope it wasn't too far.) ]
I DO MY BEST
But doesn't the saying go that opposites attract?
If anything, some of that energy drains out of Angela when she realizes that their time on the dance floor has come to an end. Snake almost insists on another, if only to make that light return to her face, but he knows that it's a dangerous idea even in theory. He doesn't feel entirely like himself right now, he finally realizes, and one thing could far too easily lead to another. He doesn't want to wake up the following morning full of regret and confusion.
For the moment, though, he still doesn't pull away from her. Her scoring is lenient; he would have taken the 8.5 and been satisfied.
The kiss doesn't come out of nowhere, exactly. She forecasts it with the grip on his neck and the way that she leans up, and there's only a split second where Snake wonders where she's going to put her lips. On the cheek, of course. It's the reasonable thing to do after sharing a dance with a friend.
If he were more of a gentleman, maybe he would have lifted her hand to his face then and kissed the back of it. But he's not that kind of guy, and even now he wouldn't pretend to be something he isn't. Instead, he grips her shoulders and squeezes them for a moment before backing away. Another song will be starting up soon, so they should head off the dancefloor, and so he makes to do that. ]
You showed me a good time. [ Snake says the words quietly once they're away from the crowd. ] Thanks. I'm gonna head outside and grab a smoke now, but... take care. [ He doubts a doctor would want to be witness to him inhaling fumes into his lungs, after all. ]
UR KILLIN IT!!! and me, goodbye cruel world
She does draw energy from it, from the atmosphere and the contact and the general enjoyment of it, but it's something she tries to share with her partner, gently feeding that exuberance to him with her smiles and her laughter and the warmth of her hand in his, the other draped along his shoulders with her thumb idly brushing the fine hair at the nape of his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt. And she certainly does lose a fraction of that energy, but she'd rather like to think of it as something she's bolstered Snake with rather than exhaled air lost to the atmosphere.
Angela gentles, as they wind down, relaxed even moreso for having danced at all and the light teasing between them as she rewards him with the kiss daringly close to the corner of his lips (maybe not quite just for friends) and begins to draw him from the dance floor, hand still in his. The squeeze to her shoulders is a sweet little acknowledgment in response, rather glad that it hadn't turned into more even as a small part of her, the bit still swaying to the music and the food and drink, wishes it weren't so. She'll come to realize the effect of this place when she feels that taint of the mind wash away with the pool water later, but for now it is something she subconsciously keeps at bay and won't give the room to grow. ]
You don't give yourself enough credit; you're on your way to being a wonderful dancer, Snake. I hope you'll indulge me some other night with another. Thank you for the dance.
[ She gives his hand a little squeeze before slender fingers slip free, hesitantly enough to say that she'd been enjoying it, and she'll give a little twirl as she scoops up another flute of champagne from a passing tray and the bubbles seem to twinkle in the light with her eyes, offering up a playful, tiny toast to him. ]
You take care as well, and try to keep it to just one smoke.
[ Angela isn't the type of doctor to chastise when she's more than aware of the soothing effect smoking has for many, but the idea is already planted for later. She'll offer him a graceful little curtsy, a demure bow of her head with a warm smile, and she'll be off in search of other familiar faces. It's time to rest, she thinks, and while she'd love to accompany Snake outside for some fresh air, she's pressed her presence on him long enough this evening. ]
no you're not allowed to die!!
There's that hesitation in the way that she pulls her hand away, and Snake stands there for a few seconds with the traces of her warmth still on his fingertips. There it is again, that bold urge to follow after her, or insist that she come follow him outside. But she probably doesn't like being around the cigarette smoke, and he's already pushed this way further than expected.
Much as she might try to gently chastise him for his bad nicotine habit, though, that's a battle she won't win as easily. Getting Snake to dance? Apparently not so hard. Getting him to give up his smokes? It may as well be an impossibility.
It doesn't seem to be a deal-breaker, though. Snake holds onto that thought for a few seconds before he realizes the implications inherent in it and shoves it away. ]
No promises.
[ He smiles with one side of his mouth and then watches as she walks away, waiting until she's disappeared into the crowd before he heads out to light up a cigarette. In retrospect the evening will be somewhat spoiled by the knowledge of what effects they'd been under, but for now, Snake can't help but think that it had been a nice night. ]