[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]font=facitweb-1, facitweb-2, "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Grande", sans-serif quick compilation of our waltz. Sorry, didn’t realize this thread was made.[/font][/color]
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[/color][color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]At the break of the dance, the Mirthless Colonist silently walks up to the Lady Pillbox, and offers her [/color]his hand,
"If I recall correctly, I requested a dance."[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)] [/color]
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[/color][color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Pillowbox takes the offered hand.[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]"So you did." [/color]
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[/color][color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]He takes her hand with care, as if it were crystal, or scintillack, and puts his other hand on her waist.[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]The first dance, a waltz, Strauss. [/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]They’re the leading pair, they glide across the floor, steps and breaths synchronous and even. She is the very height of poise and grace, he is humbleness itself, and executes his moves perfectly complimentary to hers. Simple boxes, a chassé, a lock, impetus, and a well-timed fleckerl at the centre of the room, as they’d do above in Vienna, [/color]"The marseillaise of the heart", [color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]he whispers into her ear. The song draws toward its coda, the steps linger more, the positioning of his arms become less polite, and more affectionate, he leans her in closer than would be appropriate, and at the conclusion dips her scandalously deep. People clap from all directions.[/color]
"I feel like I’m a hundred-and-fifty again! Marvellous, marvellous. You know how to dance, I’ll grant you that.
Perhaps another dance, later?"
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Pillbox laughs.[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]"Such charm, I am surprised! It truly has been a delight and I would certainly enjoy another dance later in the evening. Perhaps you might even enjoy a drink with table eleven. A solicited one." [/color]
"I’m always happy to enjoy alcoholic beverages at others’ expense." [color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]A snarky and mischievous tone is in his voice,[/color]
"I’ll now refresh myself briefly, however. Bandages aren’t really fit for dancing, I’ll spare you the teasing details of being a Tomb-Colonist."
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]He makes another bow, places his forehead against the palm of her hand -an act which, in the Tomb-Colonies, is done as to avoid having to uncoil bandages about the mouth-region- and briefly excuses himself.[/color]
edited by Infinity Simulacrum on 11/2/2016