pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"Oh I see," Dark replied, a glint in his eyes, "Yes of course, my apologies. But this is a work function tonight, is it not? So would it be within your duties?"
How Green Becomes Wood
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BookKnight
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Ciara glanced at him, seeing exactly where he was going with this. "Yes. It is within my duties," she said grimly.
pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"When you are ready," Dark replied.
BookKnight
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Ciara carefully finished off her drink and set it aside with her empty plate. "Shall we?" she asked, offering him a hand.
The band was playing a slower but still upbeat tune, one that could easily be waltzed to if they were so inclined. Others were doing more energetic dances, but a few were also waltzing along and taking the slower route.
The band was playing a slower but still upbeat tune, one that could easily be waltzed to if they were so inclined. Others were doing more energetic dances, but a few were also waltzing along and taking the slower route.
pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Dark stood, poised and elegant, and extended took Ciara's hand into his, walking with her to the dance floor, "When you attend these with your coworker, did you dance with him?"
BookKnight
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"Yes," she said, allowing him to lead and following very well. "It was expected, of course. He is a decent dancer, though he sometimes forgets to lead."
pandakatiefominz
Wraith
"He is a friend of yours, then?" Dark asked, dancing well with Ciara while holding her at a respectable distance. He was not the sort to hover his hand over anyone's back, it wasn't helpful, but neither did he presume intimacy even of the sort that very close friends would have. If anything, as Dark waltzed Ciara on the dance floor, it was the way a brother would dance with his sister.
BookKnight
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Ciara considered this question for a moment as she danced, her hand placed lightly on his arm as was intended by the positioning of the dance. She maintained the space he offered with professional ease, her touch light and uninviting, but not in the least bit hesitant. "Yes, I suppose he is," she finally decided. "It is a very professional relationship. Entirely tit-for-tat, if you will, but I think I would go so far as to say he is a friend. He has never had a date, the reasons for which I have never asked, and neither have I. I believe it was he who approached me with the proposition that we go as each other's dates the first time primarly to avoid the questions. It was an agreeable arrangement, and one we have kept up for many years and many functions. People may still gossip and ask questions, but with less frequency to our faces. Neither of us care for drama."