♕ Dance Floor

@[P] Kim Jongin [OLD ACTIVITY LMAO IDEK OMG IM SORRY; and this is terrible ew ew ew]

A part of Sehun wanted Jongin to understand, refuse and take him outside onto the balcony to take in the fresh air of the night but another part of him was somewhat glad that Jongin had accepted his hesitant dance invitation. It wasn’t every day they were invited to such a prestigious event and Sehun was sure he didn’t want to let such an opportunity slip by him with such ease. The only thing needed on his side was luck to guide his legs so he didn’t trip over unattractively and embarrass himself on the dance floor.

When Jongin’s finger’s touched his, it was like a reignition of memories. Good memories, Sehun noted. The texture, the warmth, the feeling. Jongin’s fingers felt perfect in his - like they were meant to be. He remembered the first time Jongin grabbed his hand out of excitement and Sehun recalled the event with such clarity. He remembered the shock and feeling of surprise that captured him. Sehun remembered the smile and confident squeeze of the hand he gave Jongin to reassure him that it /was okay, don’t worry, you can hold my hand/. Last but not least, Sehun remembered how much he missed the feeling of Jongin’s warmth in his palm when he left Sehun and for days afterwards, Sehun only wanted Jongin’s hand in his again. Even if it were just a small, simple gesture, Sehun missed it so much. Above all the stolen kisses and touches, his grasp was the one thing Sehun missed the most.

Despite being several semi-beats late, Sehun tried his very best to mirror Jongin’s steps. He was glad it was a slow dance as he was sure if it were complex, he would definitely fall over. Sehun wasn’t sure if it were still appropriate after so many years but he wasn’t sure if he would get another chance to see Jongin; he wasn’t sure if Jongin was just going to disappear again one day so he look a leap of faith and pulled himself closer into Jongin and let his chin fall onto Jongin’s shoulder. Jongin’s cologne was ever the same - distinct and musky and Sehun let it evade his senses; he let it familiarise him again. Everything was like a trip back down memory lane and Sehun supposed he wasn’t complaining.

“So, where did you go,” Sehun asked after a few minutes of just slow, swaying. “What are you up these days?” It sounded like awfully naive questions but Sehun had been pondering such questions for four years and he’s determined now to get an answer.

@[W] Gong Minji [ACTIVITY]

"I'm rather faint-hearted, I'm afraid," he lied through infectious smiles and twinkling eyes, a glint fading into his dark irises. The hypothetical key was thrown across the room, silence, with its sharp talons, wrapped itself around them in a momentary pause soon after - leaving them both in their own minds. Or at least he was.

But the quiet is transient, her fingers traced down the lapels of his jacket almost with a ghostly touch, Luhan had taken a step back, taking her hand once more to spin her around, placing her hand back on his shoulder afterwards. "Ah, but of course, a man needs to protect his lady, should he not?" Luhan hums in thought, a brow quirked at her in question; almost challengingly. His movements are fluid as he lead them both into a string of actions, he recognized a tinge of hesitance hidden with each step her heel-clad feet had taken; the male found no qualms about it, he's been told that he was good at leading anyway. "Lovely face, huh?" he laughed, shaking his head, "Looks can always be deceiving, you know? I could be the guy that doesn't call the morning after."

@[D] Lu Han [ACTIVITY]

"Wounded? How delicate you must be." She replied with an impish grin at his reactions to her teasing. With his hands on her waist radiating warmth she can't help but to realize that formal dancing is something she'd never attempted before. "It's hardly penance. Simply the truth...Plus you cover up my lack of dance skills with your lovely face. All eyes will be on you."

She opens to question his statement, but she's cut off by the request that follows immediately after. A slender brow arches in question at the word choice, but nevertheless she does as he asks, lifting her hand from his shoulder only to mock the motion of locking her lips and tossing away the key. Her hand returns to it's perch, dainty fingers tracing along the seam of his jacket before she meets his eyes and arches both brows momentarily, giving him a silent go-ahead to lead.

@[A] Sandara Park [ ACTIVITY ]


It's been years since Jongjin last danced or had participated in a gathering as grand as this and he definitely wasn't as skilled as the others in dancing, but he was careful to remember to the steps of a simple waltz. He glanced down at the beautiful woman in his arms as they twirled around out on the balcony to the faint melody of the orchestra. Jongjin had probably never smiled as much as he did now in his life, despite the times when he still thought his parents truly showered him with love and not pity for being an unwanted child of irresponsible teenagers. Pushing these unwanted thoughts aside, he kept his charmin smile on his face, fully letting his soul and body enjoy this moment with his partner.

"You're very welcome." He said, softly, with a deep tenor voice, glad that he could bring upon such a dazzling smile to grace Sandara's lips. Their dance had gone on smoothly, like they've been possessed by the swing of the music as he could only hear the faint taps of heels on the cement floor. A rhythmic pattern was created as their dancing almost covered half the balcony floor, and each step they take was like a fleeting dream where time has started moving once again, just as the music is slowly winding down to a graceful end.

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[ACTIVITY] (I missed the dance challenge, but somebody, anybody take this pleeeease)
A delicate wine flute rested against her lips as Astrid’s eyes grazed over the dancing crowd. Troupe members and dreamers alike mingled with one another, most of whom she didn’t recognize herself. She pouted slightly at her incompetence, seeming like a recluse to herself. Leaving her spot against the wall, Astrid strolled around the perimeter of the dance floor. Ballroom dancing wasn’t her strongest style, but dancing was better than being a wallflower. Maybe she’d even find an ally. The only problem was how to find a partner. With a slight smirk, Astrid placed the wine flute on a tray of empty glasses before parading onto the dance floor. Joining the movement of the dancing couples, Astrid waltzed alone, her skirts floating upwards with each twirl before brushing against the marble tile. A playful giggle fell from her lips as her eyes found a familiar observer. She stretched her hand out to him, an invitation to dance.

@[P] Kiko Mizuhara Upon her acceptance, Sebastian proceeded to tuck her hand into the crook of his elbow, unaware of the bitter alcoholic odour hanging around his person as a result of all that he had consumed. He escorted her to the dance floor as gallantly as possible, with his shoulders back and head held high, awarding the furtive glances thrown his way with a contemptuous sneer. He swung his gaze back to Elle, who was repulsed. No, her expression was as serene as ever but he could see it in her eyes. Screw them all; he was pushing thirty years of age and he was above all this bull. He held her gaze for a second before breaking it deliberately, facing his partner once again.

Sebastian cocked his head at Kiko, tapping his chin with a contemplative glint in his eyes. He couldn't recall what he said to her any more or why he chose to ask her for a dance but he supposed she was the least likely to dump him on his _____ on the steps of the palace if he were to behave stupidly. His eyes skimmed over her outfit for the night, attempting to decide on a dance but his head chose that moment to give a dull throb, a sign of an impending headache.

"Screw it," he muttered. Displaying what he hoped was an unruffled countenance, Sebastian took both of Kiko's hands as a song began and led her on what he thought was a series of folk dances which he had glimpsed on his travels with the Ringmasters, from Venice to Japan, adding his own little twist to it. In all actuality though, the dance that comprised of multiple spins and dips were all him and had no root in any of the histories recorded. Sebastian's grip on Kiko's hand was assertive as he conducted what had to be the most unusual and embarrassing dance in all of dance history, paying no attention to the beat and rhythm of the music. Elle merely said to dance; she didn't specify how and what kind of dance. He complied, didn't he?

@[W] Gong Minji He shook his head, the corners of his lips still quirked up as a quiet chuckle spilled from them, "The damage is done, I'm afraid. I feel like I'm wounded," he finished off with a dramatic sigh and with a hand placed over his chest, as if to console himself. He took a few more steps backwards, movements bearing a natural grace that had him navigating them fluidly across and between pairs. The endearment fell from rose-stained lips to his ears, he smiled warmly in reply whilst his hands gently placed themselves on her waist, pressure added onto it as he squeezed her once, in reassurance.

"Is this penance for that comment about my looks?" he joked, his brow quirking in the slightest before he flashed her a full-blown grin, albeit almost bashfully. "Luck is definitely on my side tonight, I can assure you that, now. Shut up and dance with me, Minji-ah?"

@[D] Lu Han [ACTIVITY]

Reassured by his compliments that came paired with a lovely smile, she drew in a deep breath before allowing a satisfied sigh to leave her. "Oh come now, I was only teasing you, love." The term of endearment is hooked onto the end of her sentence out of force of habit. His laugh is melodious, mixing in beautifully with the music being played by the small orchestra, and in that moment she realizes that she wants to know him better than she does. He is new and exciting, teeming with mystery and possibility and by nature she desires to know what makes him tick. 

"I suppose that I did." She hums lightly, casting a glance around the room and observing each face she saw for a couple seconds. His hand feels warm wrapped around her own, and as they move to the dance floor she gives a coy grin, turning to face him as she rests her hand on his shoulder. "I'm quite lucky that my dance partner is handsome, it makes for a more pleasant experience, no?"

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@[W] Gong Minji [ ACTIVITY ] (legit activity ok bye)

"It looks nothing of the sort, you look beautiful." His smile was reassuring, subtle laugh lines decorated the corners of his eyes as he laughed wholeheartedly, all he could see was the timid smile lingering on her lips and the crimson stands of her hair. He thinks it's inquiry that flashes in her almond-shaped orbs as she gazed at him. But he was always good at the game pretense. Pretending that he didn't notice was something of second nature to him. Diversion came in the form of a playful insult - though he really didn't mind, he blanched at her remark, feigning an expression of offense. "I find that offensive! My looks should be kept out of this!" Her laugh was airy and lighthearted and he couldn't help but mirror it with his own.

He quirked a brow at how meticulously she had murmured his name, shaking his head in slight amusement. "Thank you, gotta keep the lineage somehow, right?" It's a bold move, linking arms with someone that could still qualify as a stranger, but she felt warm against him, and well, a gentleman should never turn down a dance. "Got to me first, I see," he laughed, his hand had gently taken her own while he tugged her towards the dance floor.

@[D] Lily Collins [ACTIVITY]

He noticed her hesitation- but to an experienced dancer, slight hesitations were no problem. He vaguely noted to himself not to attempt any high difficulty moves and just stick to the basic steps. He slowed down slightly- not enough to go completely off tempo, but rather make it easier on both him and her. He wasn't exactly paying full attention to what he was doing- the nostalgia of dancing in a lavish room forcibly dragging him back to his days spent introducing him as heir to the business empire he was to have inherited. Feeling rather guilty for not completely focusing on Lily, he smiled down gently at her, and pretended not to notice her furrowed brows and occasional glances.

He had begun to relax, the scene completely different in his mind's eye. He blinked rapidly, trying to rid himself of the memories that continued to plague him, looking into the sea of couples. He vaguely saw a Ringmaster- the one who had been dancing with Elle earlier- and registered that the girl by his side was not Elle. No, obviously not. He swept around, gaze searching and ultimately failing. His partner spoke and he was jarred out of his previous task of searching. She had begun to apologize and he was ready to listen and to assure her that she had done nothing wrong before he realized that she wasn't talking anymore, and her voice had trailed off.

It struck him then how terribly rude he was being. He smiled worriedly at her, noticing her rather distant look. She had been so grounded and so excited up until now, and he had obviously caused her good mood to recede slightly. Apologetically, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Hey, sorry for zoning out on you. Is something wrong?" He asked quietly, gently as not to startle her. Throughout the whole time, he continued his steady steps, wondering how he could liven up the dance. She seemed to be getting a hang of it, and he was already comfortable, so why not throw in a few new tricks?

Stupid, stupid, stupid. It would have been fine if he hadn't zoned out.

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[THE CHALLENGE IS NOW CLOSED]

[ PSA: my previous post was falsely marked with [ACTIVITY] please ignore it! ]

@[A] Lee Seunggi .
[ACTIVITY]

There was a red tint surfacing on the apples of her cheeks, as her body aligned with Seunggi's, her cheeks speaking for her when her expression and vocal chords didn't. She had agreed when Seunggi had asked her to be his date, and she had expected this; why was she so nervous? She could feel her heart beating and at their close proximity, Yoona could only hope Seunggi couldn't. It was probably unrealistic for him to feel it, but after reading about it in so many books, she thought it possible. She was nervous and awkward and it was evident in her rosy cheeks, but maybe, hopefully, she could easily pass off the red tint as makeup blush. Even if Seunggi knew the only makeup product Yoona ever dared touch was concealer or BB cream, but maybe she was trying out something new? Why not.

Straightening her posture and thinking of comforting things, Yoona let Seunggi lead her, following his steps. She let him adjust her position as needed, and tried her best to heed to his instructions, listening to his soothing words of reassurance of which she wasn't really sure relaxed her or made her even more anxious. Slowly managing to get a hang of it, Yoona focused on the music as well as Seunggi's own footwork which she reflected. She was cautious not to step on his feet because albeit the fact she was wearing flats rather than most girls who opted for heels, the Ringmaster didn't particularly feel like messing up that day. Ever since Seunggi had asked her to be his date, she had anticipated, daresay dreamt, of this moment in which they were at such close proximity, with no one disturbing them as they swayed to the beautiful music. But she would never admit that, no matter the time that passed the pair.

The people were watching them, sharing murmurs and whispers which didn't necessarily bother Yoona. In fact, she had to stifle the smile that dared to make it's way on her lips. The hushed phrases and assumptions both embarrassed and flattered her, but even as they did flatter her, she tried her best to tune them out, creating an imaginary bubble that surrounded her and Seunggi. She listened to his every word but replied none at all, letting her movements speak for her.

(im so awks HAHA sorry xoxo)

@[P] Jung Soojung [ ACTIVITY ]
The tips of his lips curved into a gentleman-like smile, Heechul delicately took her soft hands into his while his other laced itself around her waist like a perfectly fit corset, securing his touch with a gentle pat. Although he was not an expert in this type of dance - or any type of dance for that matter - Heechul lead the female with confidence, rhythmically swaying their bodies and calmly stepping together to the captivating strings of the orchestra. He did not worry about ruining the dance with his lack of dancing skills, knowing that she would be make up for his mistakes with her own talent. She danced with grace and experience, standing out from the Dreamers on the dance floor. Heechul sensed the numerous pairs of mesmerized and questioning eyes watching, holding back a chuckle at the expected response. Why did he choose her, out of all people?

Within a few moments of silence, the atmosphere around the two was altered. There were too many ears listening, too many pairs of curious eyes within their proximity, and Heechul preferred a more secluded location to have a conversation. Thus, the illusion around them prevented the spectators from peeking at their interaction, and he hoped that she had noticed and did not mind. It was so that she would be comfortable enough to speak the truth. Or else this entire dance would be meaningless.

"Soojung," Heechul called, nonchalantly letting her name roll off his tongue almost too easily. "You have visited the Circus a lot, haven't you?" His tone was not interrogative, instead it was more perceiving, knowing the answer to his own question.

@[W] Lu Han [ACTIVITY]

"Oh, well thank you. I got it kind of last minute so I'm glad it doesn't look silly." His compliment was accepted with a shy grin as a lock of red hair was tucked behind her ear. She meets his gaze once again, and she notices that they seem to be filled with traces of the brightest stars, but underneath it all she can't help but to have a feeling that there's something more. But he was charming enough to cause the thought to evaporate into nothingness as soon as it had come. A playful chuckle slipped past rouged lips as she gave a wiggle of her brows. "But you are a sir, aren't you? Or should I call you madam?" Her chuckle became a quiet laugh as she nudged him lightly.

"Luhan..." She muses over his name, tasting each syllable on her tongue before giving a nod. "I like it." She decides. "I'm enjoying myself enough I suppose. Though I must say I'm expecting for everything to either go swimmingly or horribly wrong." Glancing down at his hands in his pockets, she observes the way that he sways to the music. A coy smile spreads over her face before she boldly hooks her arm through his and moves closer, catching a whiff of his scent and humming in approval. "You look a little restless. Why don't we dance a bit and liven things up for ourselves mm?"

@[W] Gong Minji [ ACTIVITY ]

Conversation is appreciated, there's a flood of relief that washes over his ego, replacing the negligible amount of trepidation that lurked within the hollowness of his bones. He remembers her, her shift usually started right after his, and despite his usual haste to get home, he has noticed that much. Her words are infused with a certain warmth that he is grateful for, and to her reply he finds himself chuckling under his breath, lips stretched into a slightly wider smile, "That's great then, it'd be a pity to ruin something you're wearing. You look good in it, by the way," he's always been honest. Wrong. Honesty wasn't his forte, but he was straightforward, and the compliment was at least what he really did think about it.

"Guide, that's me," he grins, his eyes twinkle in half-moon crescents, nodding at her claim. "Ah, my shift ends when yours start, from what I've gathered," Luhan nods solemnly and- "Not sir! We're both guides right?"

"It's nice to officially meet you, Minji. I'm Luhan," he adds before glancing in front again."You enjoying yourself?" curious eyes cast an inquisitive gaze towards her, his hands tucked and hidden in the pockets of his dress pants, swaying slightly in sync with the soft melodies that prevailed in the background in quiet, soothing hums.

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@[D] Lu Han [ACTIVITY]

Large parties such as these were completely foreign to the guide. Large, brown eyes gazed around the extravagant surroundings in the same wonder that she imagined the dreamers felt when faced with the sight of the circus. Slender fingers absentmindedly picked at the chiffon on the skirt of the black gown that she had managed to scrape together enough money to purchase on such a short notice. Sure, she enjoys interacting with people—but on a playing field in which she is comfortable. She feels uncomfortable here, and it keeps her from interacting with people. Grabbing a glass of champagne off of one of the trays moving throughout the party via waiter, she tilted her head back as the alcoholic drink tumbled down , igniting fire to her belly and loosening her up a bit.

C'mon Minz, this is ridiculous, you've seen these people before. Get out there.

Setting the empty glass down among it's comrades on the edge of a table, she decided to peel herself off of the wall and join in the festivities. Moving towards the dancefloor, she was so deep within her head that she didn't even realize where she was going until she ran into another body. "No, no it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention." She waves the apology away as she meets the male's gaze and flashes a sheepish grin. "Yeah, the name's Minji. I've seen you around too. You're a guide too right? I've been wanting to talk to you actually, but unfortunately there hasn't been time...And you're a bit hard to find in the daytime." She shrugged lightly before shaking her head at his question. "Nope. I'm all good. Don't worry, you haven't destroyed anything. No harm done, sir."

@[W] Gong Minji [ ACTIVITY ]

In retrospect, he doesn't even recall himself frequenting in occasions like these. But he watches the event unravel before him, earning only a slight quirk of his lips despite the elation that surges through his veins. Elle definitely outdid herself this time. There is a certain satisfaction that he gets watching them; maybe it's the jubilant atmosphere and the music that called for merriment and cheer, mixed with the fact that there is, a substantial amount of booze within his midst, that makes him feel almost..giddy, in a way. He enjoyed seeing dreamers interact with the performers, and basically everybody else without an air of separation that had always accompanied them given the circumstances.

But he has always been a wallflower, so blending with the background was something he did best.

He wasn't lonely though, not yet at least. He speaks to people for a living and so sometimes, even loneliness was something he welcomed. Ah, wrong term. Solitude was something he welcomed. He has never been a fan of being in the spotlight,it left too many spots illuminated when the last thing he wanted was to actually be seen. But alas, the whole point of this was for him to get to socialize; Luhan thinks he's only procrastinating, which is a new feat for him, not being much of a procrastinator to begin with.

He doesn't know why he's backing up - although he thinks it might have something to do with the fact that he's still..pretty much not talking to anyone just yet, but he aimlessly takes a few steps backwards unconsciously. Seemingly fascinated by the sights before him; he kind of was. It's not until his back collides with what seemed to be another human being that he's snapped out of his reverie, spinning around to inspect the damage he had caused. "I apologize deeply. Are you hurt anywh-" recognition flashes in his dark, umber orbs when he finally takes a look at the -woman's, it seemed, face, visibly relaxing afterward. "I know you, I've seen you around," he smiles, scratching the back of his neck, "Sorry about that, did I ruin anything?"

@[D] Choi Jinri [ ACTIVITY ]

“What a gentleman.” She accompanied the stranger's laugh – strangely melodious and high-pitched for a male, though Eunhye had heard much worse from either gender – with an awkward but appreciative smile, hoping to start anew and clean his perception of her disorientation. “I...” She started, opening to close it again, unsure how to eloquently and politely phrase that she had not had any alcohol, as tempting as that had been, and rather, she had been staring at the lights too long to avoid the same social interaction she was currently involved in. He could infer that.

“I'd been– the chandelier– no, the wine here is good. You should try some.” Clearing and hurriedly clasping her partner's hand in hers, Eunhye stepped out onto the dance floor, desperate for an escape. “Shall we dance?”

She guided them through the assembled pairs and together to the side farthest from the orchestra, arranging herself in the posture she had been instructed to assume: hand placed on the shoulder and held around the other, shoulders squared and touch faint. He was not that much taller than her and his hand was surprisingly smaller and delicate in her grasp, fingers spread across smooth skin and nudging against trimmed nails and managed cuticles. She was not one to judge based off appearance though she had to admit; she was both impressed and slightly alarmed at his hygiene, specifically his attention to detail.

“So...” She tried as the orchestra ceased all noise and the room along with it; her murmur adding to the hushed voices that cut through the eager silence and burst into the first drawn note, indicating the start of movement. Instinctively stepping to the side and squinting at the stranger she'd declared her dance partner, she focused on his features for the first time tonight, discerning qualities that seemed rather feminine for a male. Despite continual interruptions to continue the dance, Eunhye persisted and stumbled through the opening of the dance, dragging her partner along to analyze their features. The more she looked, the more he appeared to be a she: long brunette hair styled down, bangs parted proper across the forehead, pronounced collarbone and slender wrists and waist and –

“Oh.” Stomping to a stop, Eunhye ceased all movement and stared, simultaneously horrified and intrigued at her sudden revelation. “Wow. I'm– I didn't know.”

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@[W] Won Jongjin [ACTIVITY]

It had been a long time since she last participated in festivities like these. Prom happened so many years back that she couldn't quite remember who she went out with, easily agreeing to the first boy who happened to ask her out. Those nights were spent in bliss. She had always loved dancing, not going to clubs, but dances like these, in beautiful gowns and with a nice ambiente, a littly fancy even. Her dance partner was usually charming, but still not as charming as Jongjin, pressing a soft kiss on her hand. Her first, she realized, biting down on her lip to suppress a smile, but the light blush, she couldn't prevent.

For a short second, she wondered if her mentor and the person she had a crush on would approve of this, running away to let herself be consoled by another man. She felt bad for using Jongjin, but she felt even worse for thinking of another person, while Jongjin was dancing with her, although he wasn't quite much of a dancer. At least that was what Dara was thinking, their steps not quite matching with the soft melodies swept over from the ball room. She didn't want to embarrass the other though, already guessing that his change in demeanor in front of her was due to her crying earlier, compassion, or maybe even pity driving him to do this.

For a while, it was quiet, only the faint harmonies of the orchestra and soft lullabies of a nightingale sounding through the nightmare. Dara had closed her eyes, blindly following the other's guidance, until she muttered a small thanks. Her eyes fluttered open again. She smiled.

@[P] Jeon Jeongguk [ACTIVITY]

Lily aligned herself with the illusionist, her hand clasped in one of his larger ones while his other hand slid around her waste, the standard dancing positions similar to those she had seen in movies. Lily allowed Jeongguk to assume the lead as she reached up to place a hand on his shoulder, hovering a hair's breadth above it before settling it down. She in a breath, the reality of her situation hitting her then.

For all her gusto and excitement, Lily didn't actually know how to dance, a fact that came as a surprise to many. The only encounters she had with dance were the ballet lessons she had taken and flunked at the age of seven. While she was enamoured with the grace and determination of the dancers, Lily had long accepted the fact that she could never be a part of them and that her hands and feet would never cooperate. However, contrary to her inexperience, her partner slipped into the rhythm like the royal princes of old.

He looked the part too, Lily thought to herself as she casted her eyes downwards, attempting to figure out the steps with furrowed brows. As the song progressed, between focusing on the dance steps and furtively glancing at her partner, Lil  became accustomed to the flow of the song. It didn't take too long, and it was a little achievement Lily was ridiculously proud of. Loosening her tight grip on the illusionist's hand and relaxing her shoulders, Lily flashed her partner a smile.

"Sorry, I am just..."

Lily trailed off as she noticed his distant gaze for the first time. He had a faraway look in his eyes and it struck Lily that he looked far younger than her 25 years up close. It was something she had never noticed, given that the multiple times she had seen him, he had blended in with the dancing shadows of the amber flames he was so adept at handling. She lapsed into a wondering silence. What was he doing in the circus at such a young age?

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@[D] Lily Collins [ACTIVITY]

"Lily, then." He affirmed, before nodding contentedly. Before he had even had a chance to introduce himself, or even much less been able to properly offer her a dance, he found himself being dragged over to the dance floor, stumbling behind Lily. He coughed lightly, amused by her high spirits and excitable personality. 

"Very amazing." He replied softly, smile exuberant as she spun to face him once she was done drnking in all the sights. He had been admiring just her general liveliness, almost as if finding a kindred spirit- one almost as effervescent as he. He took a minute to look and enjoy his surroundings, spirits lifting as he appreciated the revelry happening all around him. He looked around at all the joyful dancers- dreamers and performers alike. It was like time had ceased to pass, as if the palace was it's own perfect soap-bubble utopia. No one caught inside it could resist the feeling of light-heartedness. It was almost as if they could shed their identities- to know the person behind all the tricks and to be able to put a face to the audience. It was equal footing at its prime. Lost in his own musings, he hummed softly, almost missing the words she said.

Whe he was suddenly broken out of his reverie by her exclamation, he laughed sheepishly. He flashed her a smile, white teeth gleaming in the light. "That I am," he chuckled. However, he was at a loss once she fell silent after the observation. He cleared his throat a tad uncomfortably, not quite sure what to do with the situation at hand. Compliments he could accept with an easy smile. Objections could be handled with a censured nod and a sheepish expression. Silence? There was no defense against that. 

He was thankful when applause rang out from the couples around him, signaling the start of another song. Turning back, he was glad to see she had come to her senses and was holding her hands out to offer a dance. Gracefully taking them and assuming the correct position, he swayed a little to the rhythm, before allowing the familiarity of dancing in a formal event to take over. It had certainly been a while since he last danced like this, but he supposed it was something that just wasn't easily forgotten. He fell into the familiar steps, mind wandering back to his days spent in the upper social echelon.

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