[... His face is too close. His hand is suddenly very, very noticeable against her back and his face is too close, and the way that he sweeps her into a dip is both far too sudden and far too smooth.
She stares at him, face bright red.
He's teasing her again, but for a brief moment, she really did feel weightless, like the prettier, higher class faeries who were swept along the dance floor as if they belonged there.
Anyway, then she flings herself forward to cling to him so that he isn't the one supporting her, arms around his neck, face red.]
A-a-a-anyway, I think--I think the dance is over now! Sorry! I almost fell but I won't fall now! Sorry! [Again. Oh. He broke her. She's so flustered. She lets go of him quickly, jumping back, face still red.]
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She stares at him, face bright red.
He's teasing her again, but for a brief moment, she really did feel weightless, like the prettier, higher class faeries who were swept along the dance floor as if they belonged there.
Anyway, then she flings herself forward to cling to him so that he isn't the one supporting her, arms around his neck, face red.]
A-a-a-anyway, I think--I think the dance is over now! Sorry! I almost fell but I won't fall now! Sorry! [Again. Oh. He broke her. She's so flustered. She lets go of him quickly, jumping back, face still red.]