[Too bad Dimitri is now officially stuck in the momentum of the circle dance, ushered along like he were caught in a tide. When a very familiar voice miraculously reaches his ears over all the commotion of music and laughter, it’s almost comical how he attempts to twist his body around to spot its owner. But there he goes… disappearing from sight… linked arm-in-arm with a pair of strangers within a vast array of strangers… And he has to wait until he’s come back ‘round again, offering him a view of actual confirmation.
Because yes, at a distance stands a certain redhead, with a wide smile as he watches him “dance”, making no move to come in and save him.]
Sylvain—!
[Agh. Well. Not that Dimitri cannot save himself, taking only the barest effort to utter an apology (lost in the music, what’s even the point?) before detaching himself from the circle with the polite forcefulness of a man who has something more important to tend to.
He makes his way over to his friend, hair strewn across his forehead in the midst of all the movement… but what else is new.]
Watching from a distance while I suffer through the endless hospitalities of our new hosts. It is good to see that being brought to a new world has not dampened your usual priorities.
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Because yes, at a distance stands a certain redhead, with a wide smile as he watches him “dance”, making no move to come in and save him.]
Sylvain—!
[Agh. Well. Not that Dimitri cannot save himself, taking only the barest effort to utter an apology (lost in the music, what’s even the point?) before detaching himself from the circle with the polite forcefulness of a man who has something more important to tend to.
He makes his way over to his friend, hair strewn across his forehead in the midst of all the movement… but what else is new.]
Watching from a distance while I suffer through the endless hospitalities of our new hosts. It is good to see that being brought to a new world has not dampened your usual priorities.