[ Her motions fall right into line with his, following his lead wherever the next step of the dance takes them. Out with a spin, in to his arm, and out then in again, drawing a pattern in the snow with each of their steps. She's grinning by the second rotation, earrings swaying with the dance and crimson hair falling against her cheeks at the end of a turn.
Pyra remembers the dance, certainly, but between that first dance and now, she remembers all else she has gone through, all else he has gone through, all they have helped each other with together. This dance paints a sigil into the ground, but between the dancers themselves, it illustrates all the trust between them, the journey they've been through, and creates something beautiful of it. When he places his hands about her waist for the lip, her hands goes to his shoulders to assist, her eyes locking with his as he turns her in the air. She's giggling softy, happily by the time her feet find their balance on the ground, and from there it's finale with the dip, once more supported by him.
If it wouldn't upset their balance further, she would kiss him in this position, and she hopes the sentiment is there when her palm finds its way to his cheek and her gaze remains lost in his. She's breathless-- not from the dance itself, but from all that it's evoked. It occurs to her that a simple dance shouldn't be this overwhelming, but when it's with him, when a dance shared again from two years past means so much (that they're both still here, that they're together, that they had this memory and can repeat it again, as if building a tradition of their own)-- ]
N-Noct...
[ She has no words at the moment, not really. She has only the love in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, the affection and warmth to share with her body and palm against him. She has so much of that adoration and love she wants to give him, but can't be given in a single moment. ]
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Pyra remembers the dance, certainly, but between that first dance and now, she remembers all else she has gone through, all else he has gone through, all they have helped each other with together. This dance paints a sigil into the ground, but between the dancers themselves, it illustrates all the trust between them, the journey they've been through, and creates something beautiful of it. When he places his hands about her waist for the lip, her hands goes to his shoulders to assist, her eyes locking with his as he turns her in the air. She's giggling softy, happily by the time her feet find their balance on the ground, and from there it's finale with the dip, once more supported by him.
If it wouldn't upset their balance further, she would kiss him in this position, and she hopes the sentiment is there when her palm finds its way to his cheek and her gaze remains lost in his. She's breathless-- not from the dance itself, but from all that it's evoked. It occurs to her that a simple dance shouldn't be this overwhelming, but when it's with him, when a dance shared again from two years past means so much (that they're both still here, that they're together, that they had this memory and can repeat it again, as if building a tradition of their own)-- ]
N-Noct...
[ She has no words at the moment, not really. She has only the love in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, the affection and warmth to share with her body and palm against him. She has so much of that adoration and love she wants to give him, but can't be given in a single moment. ]