[ he has many things on his mind, things that are not helped by the delicate, lovely way that tighnari twirls, nor the way the fox presses his back to cyno's chest. it's fleeting, but the warmth of tighnari's body lingers against him, the sensation of having him so close making his skin prickle.
they move back into the dance with ease, silk whispering against silk, and cyno draws closer, scooping tighnari in near with the hand at his waist slipping to the small of his back, resting just above the base of his tail. cyno's thumb swipes the soft, downy fur there, and he lowers his eyes briefly, then lifts them again.
they've danced before, this isn't the first time. tighnari attended the gala for his promotion, after all, and there had been plenty of events that they'd been wrangled into, hosted by the akademiya. sometimes they even dance at home in tighnari's hut, laughing playfully. why does this feel different? why does cyno's heart feel ready to burst from his chest? he's feeling far more bold than he otherwise might, though perhaps it isn't necessarily boldness, but rather fearlessness. cyno isn't afraid of tighnari knowing his feelings, after all. he's quite straightforward. what he's worried about is putting his dearest friend in danger.
but he's already in danger, isn't he? everyone knows how close they are, no matter how cyno attempts to downplay it. anyone who wanted to get to him could surely do it through tighnari, despite what the true nature of their relationship might be. collei, too. so what is he waiting for? ]
Tighnari, I..
[ he murmurs softly, their bodies still swaying to the music. ]
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[ he has many things on his mind, things that are not helped by the delicate, lovely way that tighnari twirls, nor the way the fox presses his back to cyno's chest. it's fleeting, but the warmth of tighnari's body lingers against him, the sensation of having him so close making his skin prickle.
they move back into the dance with ease, silk whispering against silk, and cyno draws closer, scooping tighnari in near with the hand at his waist slipping to the small of his back, resting just above the base of his tail. cyno's thumb swipes the soft, downy fur there, and he lowers his eyes briefly, then lifts them again.
they've danced before, this isn't the first time. tighnari attended the gala for his promotion, after all, and there had been plenty of events that they'd been wrangled into, hosted by the akademiya. sometimes they even dance at home in tighnari's hut, laughing playfully. why does this feel different? why does cyno's heart feel ready to burst from his chest? he's feeling far more bold than he otherwise might, though perhaps it isn't necessarily boldness, but rather fearlessness. cyno isn't afraid of tighnari knowing his feelings, after all. he's quite straightforward. what he's worried about is putting his dearest friend in danger.
but he's already in danger, isn't he? everyone knows how close they are, no matter how cyno attempts to downplay it. anyone who wanted to get to him could surely do it through tighnari, despite what the true nature of their relationship might be. collei, too. so what is he waiting for? ]
Tighnari, I..
[ he murmurs softly, their bodies still swaying to the music. ]