[ ah, that smile is radiant, and cyno feels his chest tighten with impossible fondness.
oh this is dangerous indeed. he might be tormenting himself here, allowing this, but he doesn't stop. it feels like a dream when tighnari leads cyno's hands where he wants them, and cyno's thumb brushes a slow circle against the skin bared at tighnari's waist.
though it might surprise some people, cyno is quite a good dancer. dancing is, after all, not so different from combat, and cyno's particular style of combat is smooth and fluid and flexible, and therefore, so is he. he listens to the beat for a few seconds before beginning to move, his grasp on tighnari's waist becoming a little more firm as they slide easily into the dance, hand in hand.
he wants to say something. he should say something. but all he can do is look into tighnari's face, his captivating eyes. ]
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oh this is dangerous indeed. he might be tormenting himself here, allowing this, but he doesn't stop. it feels like a dream when tighnari leads cyno's hands where he wants them, and cyno's thumb brushes a slow circle against the skin bared at tighnari's waist.
though it might surprise some people, cyno is quite a good dancer. dancing is, after all, not so different from combat, and cyno's particular style of combat is smooth and fluid and flexible, and therefore, so is he. he listens to the beat for a few seconds before beginning to move, his grasp on tighnari's waist becoming a little more firm as they slide easily into the dance, hand in hand.
he wants to say something. he should say something. but all he can do is look into tighnari's face, his captivating eyes. ]