and then he sweeps elidibus into a lively, close-quarters dance, feet tapping to a syncopated rhythm. it's not difficult to follow at first, but as the music's tempo increases, so do the steps]
[ahrun'ya is not the most studied dancer--most of what he knows is folk dancing--but he has some passing familiarity with ballroom dance, so he follows, watching elidibus's movements closely even as he keeps getting distracted by his stupid beautiful face ////]
[it's entirely possible. ahrun'ya manages to twirl gracefully, and when he spins to return, the momentum has him suddenly very close, chest-to-chest with elidibus]
[his name. his name, which he had not heard for so long, which he had forgotten himself.
it's impossible not to think of when he was openly using that name - when he first met this strange cat-eared man and fell instantly in love with him. the gulf of time that had separated him from those feelings seems like it's barely even there.
without hesitating, without letting himself stop to think, he closes what distance there is between them and kisses ahrun'ya.]
[a part of ahrun'ya had been thinking about it--how could he not, with their faces so close, with elidibus's breath mingling with his own? but he didn't think elidibus would do it, even though he has to admit they've been dancing around their mutual attraction for some time now... long before this dream.
but here he is: this man his heart hurts to think about, both in longing and in sorrow, with his lips pressed to ahrun'ya's. he feels his own desires suddenly surge, and he parts his lips with a soft gasp, kissing back with barely-restrained want]
[it is an immeasurable relief that ahrun'ya responds. if he had not, elidibus would have had to die again right there and then.
but he does respond, and that means the kiss can continue, and that's a few more moments of not having to consider the repercussions of this reckless action.]
[ahrun'ya is perfectly content to be held and to hold onto him, pressing as close as he can and sighing into elidibus's mouth. they might have to talk about this in a minute, but right now the only thing that matters is kissing him. there's so many emotions in this kiss, things that can't be said with words, that ahrun'ya has wanted to express for so, so long]
[this kiss means so much, and that is what makes the prospect of actually talking about it so terrifying. for that reason, and just because it feels good, it would be nice if it could go on forever.
unfortunately, it can't. eventually elidibus has to pull away, though only by a hair's breadth. he does not speak yet, still breathless and unable to verbalise what just happened.]
[ahrun'ya would also like for the kiss to go on for a long, long time, inhaling quickly when he can breathe again. he doesn't open his eyes at first, gently bumping his forehead against elidibus's as he catches his breath.
eventually when he opens his eyes his pupils are wide, almost blown. he lowers his fingers on elidibus's face but only a few ilms, unwilling to let go completely]
[elidibus closes his eyes when ahrun'ya opens his, reluctant to face him so openly. when he finally manages to gather himself enough to speak, his voice is faint.]
...I should not have enjoyed that as much as I did.
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[taking his hand once more]
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I'll go slow.
[he even has the gall to WINK
and then he sweeps elidibus into a lively, close-quarters dance, feet tapping to a syncopated rhythm. it's not difficult to follow at first, but as the music's tempo increases, so do the steps]
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he follows the steps easily enough, effortlessly to start with. as the dance gets faster, he's still keeping up, but it's taking more of his focus]
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[he's grinning now, pleased]
How long can you keep up?
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Is this a contest now? Surely you do not think you can defeat me through dance.
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[oh no this is fun]
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[grinning, showing his canines--he'll even let go so elidibus can lead]
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[returning the grin, an expression infinitely more like the themis that ahrun'ya accompanied to pandaemonium than the older, more morose elidibus.
and while the music doesn't change, the dance he leads them into is quite different - something more reminiscent of a modern ballroom dance]
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[is this turning into them both just gazing into each other's eyes while they dance? that is a distinct possibility.]
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--oh.
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[that is a beautiful face very close to his own]
Oh.
[he stops, the dance suddenly seeming thoroughly unimportant]
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a moment passes where he's just wide-eyed, cheeks ruddy, trying to find the words]
... Themis?
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it's impossible not to think of when he was openly using that name - when he first met this strange cat-eared man and fell instantly in love with him. the gulf of time that had separated him from those feelings seems like it's barely even there.
without hesitating, without letting himself stop to think, he closes what distance there is between them and kisses ahrun'ya.]
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[a part of ahrun'ya had been thinking about it--how could he not, with their faces so close, with elidibus's breath mingling with his own? but he didn't think elidibus would do it, even though he has to admit they've been dancing around their mutual attraction for some time now... long before this dream.
but here he is: this man his heart hurts to think about, both in longing and in sorrow, with his lips pressed to ahrun'ya's. he feels his own desires suddenly surge, and he parts his lips with a soft gasp, kissing back with barely-restrained want]
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but he does respond, and that means the kiss can continue, and that's a few more moments of not having to consider the repercussions of this reckless action.]
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moreover, his hands are moving to cradle elidibus's face, holding him close as he deepens the kiss, a low rumble in his chest rising into a purr]
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but also the purring is cute and the kiss is good and he's looping his arms behind ahrun'ya's neck to hold onto him]
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[this kiss means so much, and that is what makes the prospect of actually talking about it so terrifying. for that reason, and just because it feels good, it would be nice if it could go on forever.
unfortunately, it can't. eventually elidibus has to pull away, though only by a hair's breadth. he does not speak yet, still breathless and unable to verbalise what just happened.]
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eventually when he opens his eyes his pupils are wide, almost blown. he lowers his fingers on elidibus's face but only a few ilms, unwilling to let go completely]
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[elidibus closes his eyes when ahrun'ya opens his, reluctant to face him so openly. when he finally manages to gather himself enough to speak, his voice is faint.]
...I should not have enjoyed that as much as I did.
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Is it such a bad thing... to enjoy it?
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It is a complication I had hoped to avoid.
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