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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 13:45:29 GMT -5
Angel waves after her, the kindness melting away as he snorts, "Bad Romance? As in Lady Gaga... Eh." He shrugs as he walks a bit away to do some quick stretching. No matter if he just danced earlier, he always stretches before dancing. Well... With in twenty or so minutes of it at least. "You're right, we could pull that off... As for dynamic... What were you thinking?" He will work with what the other gives him, even if it sounds like shit, and make it into something he would classify as a Five Gold Star Performance.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 14:09:36 GMT -5
"Hey, what's wrong with Lady Gaga? I don't hear any better suggestions from you." Nevin rolled his eyes. "As for dynamic...." He grinned slyly. "We totally have to add lifts, right?"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 14:13:38 GMT -5
Angel raises a brow at the male before rolling his eyes. Ms. Martin had just said they should be careful... then again... "Depends. Aren't you afraid I might see up your skirt, Miss Bryndon?" His tone is teasing and maybe a little playful more than anything else.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 14:15:41 GMT -5
Nevin blinked, going a little red with annoyance... but of course, this kind of comment was expected from the gender-bound Angel Matthews. "Oh, please. I wear a leotard."
He grinned, sending back a retort of his own, putting a hand on one hip. "Afraid you'll like having my thighs around your neck, Matthews?"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 14:19:51 GMT -5
The male gives an amused smile, partially obscured by his hair as he leans forward to stretch more by touching his toes."Not at all miss," His smile that falters a bit as he says the next line, standing up and watching the other with an almost cold gaze, but not an uncaring one. "You may find this hard to grasp, but I don't care who you are when you're my dance partner. I may hate you, but I need to focus on not letting you fall or hurting you or straining myself or getting hurt while lifting you. I don't really pay that close attention to, hmm, my emotional attachment to the person. All I care about is their health and their footing. If they can't dance then I guess its my job to carry the weight. Since you can dance all I have to worry about now is... how well we work together." Angel moves onto stretching his arms now.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 14:38:03 GMT -5
Nevin gave a roll of his eyes; was he still referring to him as 'Miss'? Really? Oh, well. fair and square. He had lost the race, after all - even if it was because they'd both fallen.
"Your professionalism is just annoying as fuck sometimes, you know that?" He sighed, then, turning and starting to stretch out himself, not meeting Angel's eyes. "But, you know... as annoying as you are? I don't think there's anybody else in the class I'd trust to do this with me. THe only reason I'm asking you now is 'cause I know you can handle it. Whether I hate your guts or not."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 14:48:57 GMT -5
Angel watches Nevin a few moments longer before he decides its beginning to become a little inappropriate and looks away as well."You are honestly so backwards," A small laugh escapes his lips as he finishes up stretching. Ready to go he goes to examine the quick sketch once more for a brief moment.
Angel the returns his attention to Nevin, watching him calmly for a moment. Finally he sighs and walks back to the other male. He gives a smirk, "You can stop showing off now." He laughs again as he holds out his hand now. "Lets just try dancing to see if we can do this at all. Alright?" Although I already know how his body moves quite well. Its still better to get a first hand experience with these things.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 14:52:10 GMT -5
"Showing off? I was just strtching... unless you liked what you saw."
He smirked, but turned back towards the other boy.
"Okay. You want to dance with me? Just for practice? I can do that."
He reached out, took the other boy's hand....
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 14:59:56 GMT -5
Angel felt a rush go through him as the other takes his hand and he pulls him in close. He wouldn't know but his vampyres side is showing a little as his eyes glow a light red and he has to shake off impulses that suddenly wash over him. The most intense of them he already gave into seeing how he had to hold the other in order to preform the dance anyhow. But the rest. The ones that send a haunting shiver down his spine as he sweeps them under a rug. Those ones. They are banished, to not be uncovered until late at night when he's alone.
The blond does note that the closeness of their bodies feels nice, but he just smirks at Nevin, "Practice what's on the sheet? Make up as we go? Or freestyle and make up as we go?" Thankfully his voice didn't shake as he continues to push down... urges.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 15:06:43 GMT -5
He felt all his hair standing on end as the rush fed backwards into him. He didn't notice, but his own eyes glowed - he wasn't paying attention to Angel's, either, as he was pulled in close to the other male, feeling his heart beat rapidly, more rapidly than it should've. His whole body felt warm, warmer than it should, and unnoticed by himself, at least, every object in the room seemed to shift half an inch in every direction away from the two of them.
"Uh," he said, suddenly lightheaded and breathless without knowing why. "Freestyle and make it up. This is... just a test, after all."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 15:17:34 GMT -5
A test of trust. Something in him curled and twisted with delight, like a dark river filled with perverse thoughts and a dark, demanding strength. He gives a smile, fangs showing as he does. Suddenly he pulls Nevin even close, this urge is okay enough, and places his feet. "I actually haven't done this before." He means dancing freestyle with another person with out thinking about it. But his body seems to both be wholly tensed and ready while being relaxed and wanting to move. I want him to trust me. That same dark part growls lowly inside, wanting this to be true. He want Nevin to trust him as a partner... Yeah, he wants to do that.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 15:39:51 GMT -5
The surge of emotion as he was pulled even closer was almost overwhelming, but the exact identity of the emotion was unknown. Glowing blue eyes, burning with heat, stared up into eyes that were still red - and for some reason, red eyes on Angel didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, or seem even a bit unusual.
"Haven't donee this before...?" he asked, feeling a grin organically start to form on his face. Needling Angel was his favorite activity, after all... somehow, this whole situation seemed like a natural extension of thta. "I can lead, then... if, you know, you can handle being led by 'Miss' Bryndon," he teased.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 15:44:38 GMT -5
Urges being beaten down with a broom in his head he just gives a small chuckle, "I'm sorry, Miss. Lets dance now." He then begins to pull the other male along with him, the first movements will, of course, be out of sync and shaky. They didn't even turn on music to dance with either. Instead they're completely doing this by a form of unspoken trust. One that has given Angel an almost heady rush as he leads the other.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 27, 2015 17:35:57 GMT -5
It was weird. Although there was no music, and Angel was essentially pulling him along randomly, it was as though he could read the other boy's mind. He moved, frist with Angel's hesitant pulls, and then more confidently. As though music were starting to come into his mind - and as though Angel could hear it too. He started humming along without even thinking about it, feeling a pleasant sort of heat running through his skin. He flourished, embellished on a beat neither of them could really hear.
It was almost like magic.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 27, 2015 17:58:26 GMT -5
Angel didn't so much pull Nevin along anymore than they moved together. He could feel the beat of music coursing through them, coming from Nevin, flowing through him, and back into the other. His red eyes close, the soft humming making him feel light headed, it was so gentle and quiet and so unlike the other in his arms. Yet it was comforting. Angel had Nevin in his arms and he wasn't running from him, wasn't pushing him away, wasn't yelling at him, wasn't trying to hit him... It was magical.
Another urge came swelling up again and it took a little more effort to keep it swatted away while they were entangled like they are. Angel almost craved it, the want to kiss the other had filled his sense of touch with a tingling feeling as he holds back. Slowly he opens his eyes to watch the beautiful male that is intertwined with him, if only somewhat, with a look that would rival a tiger for possessiveness. Yet he shoves away the thoughts that have begun to cloud his mind, not wanting to over step some unspoken boundary. Or cross one too many lies.
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