[ he isn't proud of the look he places in her eye, but he can't very well admit to being comfortable with this. he doesn't know if he will ever reach that point or if he'll even have time to before he becomes more monster than man. maybe alina will be able to keep the beast at bay, but nothing is ever as simple as it could be, and nikolai certainly doesn't anticipate an easy solution to this. ]
We have an entire impending holy matrimony to celebrate.
[ because if he doesn't make fun of it, his nerve will falter. her hand fits into his, and when he pulls her close it's even more difficult to stomach the clear detachment in her gaze. he's never been foolish enough to think he could marry for love, but he at least hoped that they would be able to stand each other. trying to find their way back to that seems like an impossible dream.
his right hand goes to rest beneath the blade of her shoulder while he lets the fingers of his left lace gently into hers. ] On the contrary, I'm an excellent dancer and I assume I would also be an excellent dance instructor. Eyes on me.
[ even with the tension between them he still finds her a lovely sight to see, looking more the part of a queen than he's ever seen her before. perhaps the distance in her eyes makes it even more believable — there will certainly be plenty of moments of sheer boredom in her future, though he'll have to remind her that she can't always let it show. half of this whole charade is making people believe that you mean what you're saying. ]
It's really all about connection. Become one with your partner. [ he smiles, lifting his chin. ] Follow my lead. Right foot back — [ he steps forward, gently guiding her backward. ] Left foot left, and then join them together. Then left foot forward — [ now he steps back, his fingers pressing lightly into her back. ] Right foot right, and together. Repeat until the sight of your partner makes you want to vomit, and then find a new one.
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We have an entire impending holy matrimony to celebrate.
[ because if he doesn't make fun of it, his nerve will falter. her hand fits into his, and when he pulls her close it's even more difficult to stomach the clear detachment in her gaze. he's never been foolish enough to think he could marry for love, but he at least hoped that they would be able to stand each other. trying to find their way back to that seems like an impossible dream.
his right hand goes to rest beneath the blade of her shoulder while he lets the fingers of his left lace gently into hers. ] On the contrary, I'm an excellent dancer and I assume I would also be an excellent dance instructor. Eyes on me.
[ even with the tension between them he still finds her a lovely sight to see, looking more the part of a queen than he's ever seen her before. perhaps the distance in her eyes makes it even more believable — there will certainly be plenty of moments of sheer boredom in her future, though he'll have to remind her that she can't always let it show. half of this whole charade is making people believe that you mean what you're saying. ]
It's really all about connection. Become one with your partner. [ he smiles, lifting his chin. ] Follow my lead. Right foot back — [ he steps forward, gently guiding her backward. ] Left foot left, and then join them together. Then left foot forward — [ now he steps back, his fingers pressing lightly into her back. ] Right foot right, and together. Repeat until the sight of your partner makes you want to vomit, and then find a new one.