[ And what she’ll find behind the mask is something different now that they’ve begun. His expression is quiet as before, but the slight lower of his brow shows that he’s also focused— or perhaps attentive, given how he does not demand too much in the way he leads, but instead guides and adjusts her pace. Contemplation swirls like a current within his eyes; even now, even during a dance, he appears to be thinking.
And rather than seriousness shading his brow with intense thought, instead his mien appears lifted. ]
There is a turn. [ As the tempo builds, he turns his head slightly, dipping his head forward, closer to her ear to speak above the music. The earring she wears sways, nearly catching at his chin. ] A spin, on your part.
[ He draws back to measure her expression. They needn’t try, if she doesn’t wish, but as if in preparation, his touch between her shoulder blades becomes a mere dust of his fingertips, ready to allow her to spin.
She may have seen the step before, one in which the dancer steps out with their right foot and spins to show off the trail of their gown (or wings, given their company), only to come reeling back to their partner’s arms. ]
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And rather than seriousness shading his brow with intense thought, instead his mien appears lifted. ]
There is a turn. [ As the tempo builds, he turns his head slightly, dipping his head forward, closer to her ear to speak above the music. The earring she wears sways, nearly catching at his chin. ] A spin, on your part.
[ He draws back to measure her expression. They needn’t try, if she doesn’t wish, but as if in preparation, his touch between her shoulder blades becomes a mere dust of his fingertips, ready to allow her to spin.
She may have seen the step before, one in which the dancer steps out with their right foot and spins to show off the trail of their gown (or wings, given their company), only to come reeling back to their partner’s arms. ]