Cullen's heart could have burst from his chest when he heard her request, and he was standing and holding a hand out to her before he even realized he was doing it. "My lady, I would be honored to have this dance."
And it was the truth. Even if his cheeks burned as he realized he had no real clue how to dance. But for her, he would try.
She giggled again as she took his hand, curtseying politely despite the way she wobbled before she stepped closer. He was so much taller than her, but that didn't matter as she insistently set his other hand on her hip and her own on his shoulder, holding their joined hands up and out slightly.
"Just like that." She beamed, taking a few slow steps.
Cullen couldn’t help but smile at the way she looked at him, the way she stood and seemed to stumble a bit. He supposed her size would make her a bit more susceptible to alcohol than he was.
He followed her arm until he saw where their hands met—and he was just drunk enough to begin to hum.
“I like this view,” he said during a gap in his humming.
"The view?" She asked, squinting over to the thin windows that overlooked little beyond the courtyard and the mountains in the distance if one leaned in close, then looked back up to Cullen.
"Yes." He chuckled, despite the awkwardness of the situation and the feeling that he could have been more clear--or that he was being far too corny and that was why she had initially missed his flirtation.
But.
"I apologize for not being more clear. You're beautiful, Lioriley. I am glad that I can say such things to you now without... impropriety."
Lioriley never knew when people were flirting with her — it was hardly Cullen's fault.
Her flushed cheeks grew to a darker red still, fingers squeezing around his and her head ducking slightly. "Words cannot express how much that means to me, coming from you." She murmured. "I almost wish we did not have to end this night at all."
Alas, they would have to eventually. It was growing late, the sky dark and pinpricked with stars. "We should do this again, though. If tomorrow is not too soon..."
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And it was the truth. Even if his cheeks burned as he realized he had no real clue how to dance. But for her, he would try.
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"Just like that." She beamed, taking a few slow steps.
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He followed her arm until he saw where their hands met—and he was just drunk enough to begin to hum.
“I like this view,” he said during a gap in his humming.
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A beat. "Oh! Do... do you mean me?"
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But.
"I apologize for not being more clear. You're beautiful, Lioriley. I am glad that I can say such things to you now without... impropriety."
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Her flushed cheeks grew to a darker red still, fingers squeezing around his and her head ducking slightly. "Words cannot express how much that means to me, coming from you." She murmured. "I almost wish we did not have to end this night at all."
Alas, they would have to eventually. It was growing late, the sky dark and pinpricked with stars. "We should do this again, though. If tomorrow is not too soon..."