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He loved the way Pachua's wings enveloped him; the way they always folded around him and made him feel as though it was just the two of them. Llyr was taller than the other boil by several inches, but Pachua made up for this with his extraordinary wings, which gave Llyr a wonderful sense of safety and protection within them.

"Okay," said Llyr, and he smiled, his face flushed, and he squeezed Pachua's hand one more time before letting go, folding his arms around the other boil's neck once more and burrowing himself as close as he could. "I will dance with you and I will stay with you and I will be with you."

Zar often felt distant in his day to day life, even in a mass of strangers it was very easy for him to feel as far away from them as the stars. It was not normally the case around Barth, there was something infuriating and immediate about the other demon which often grounded him and brought out the confidence and false arrogance that he was slowly learning to use as a shield. Tonight though something just felt off and all wrong. He'd imagined something out of books he'd read and out of the events he'd attended as some accessory of his mother. This was neither of those things.

As his hand was taken he allowed himself to be led, but he was not at all keen on the suggestion. "I do not know how to dance." he said, and hoped it was enough. It was another imaginative art, expressive and telling. He wasn't sure he could cope with his pride being damaged in such a dangerous and very public way.

There wasn't much fight in his protests regardless. He would do whatever Barth wanted to do, and that fact in itself was testament to how off his game he felt tonight.

The chimera ghoul smirked, teeth flashing between bright lips. Compliments ran like rain in the amazon from the twins, part of their charm. She purred, hugging either arm against her sides. "Mmm, yes. Dancing sounds fabulous," she was already tugging the both of them along with her as she headed for the dance floor, hips swaying with every step to make the flouncy hem of her skirts swirl against her thighs.

"I'll lead," Barth said. "The sort of dancing I'm used to is likely long out of style, so you aren't alone. I don't go quickly, in any case. Here, rest your claw in mine. And relax."

There was not room for much skill, or finesse. The dance floor was packed together, a rush of emotion that thudded like a heartbeat. In the dark and press, everything was primal. Almost everything.

Barth formed a cool and stationary point, even with the lingering sorrow. He did not act in haste.

He rested his head on Zar's shoulder, and talked to him quietly in the roar of the music.

"It's a pattern. One. Two. Back. Two." Even slow, it was a little awkward, but on the movements where Zar was able to synch, it was an entirely different sensation, smooth and each carried by the other's momentum.

Llyr let out a little laugh. "I will not leave you," he promised, and turned his head, snuggling his face against the side of Pachua's affectionately. "You are stuck with me forever and always. I have no desire to leave you, and I wish to stay with you for as long as I am able."

He snuggled against his boilfriend, arms still tightly around his neck. Over Pachua's shoulder, he caught sight of Merry, as well as her two escorts, and Llyr smiled.

"Look, there are some of the others," he said, giving them a shy little wave.

Leaving one wing around Llyr's shoulder he raised a hand and waved to the grues. "You all look marvelous!" He smiled. "It's so good to see you here!"

Jackpot.

Riyo grinned deviously as she managed to claim his suspenders, her eyes blazing with a mischievous glint. "Is that a threat?" She creeped in, holding the straps away tauntingly. "What're you going to do?"

Static was Not Damiens friend, it was a menace and he wants it to die in the flames of Kerberos's dung.

But Brand was a fun acquaintance, and possibly, in his eyes, part puppy with the amount of energy the boil was generating with his movements. "My fur is amazing, not hard work." he corrected with a tut, quelling the scareling like urge to use a marker and write loony on the other boil's forehead. in bright green, so their markings could at least match in a way. The green slashes on his face were bright enough as it was in regular light, but became more alive, the plumes of green brimstone smoke from his eyes were interesting, albeit, a bit unpleasant, the room had a shimmer of green from the effect every now and again and caused him to blink more often to correct his point of view.

The boil was devious, extending a arm that damien could not resist. "I love to put on a show, maybe we should find Deacom, or drag him. kicking and screaming." he was already spinning the wheel in his mind over the idea and slipped an arm to link with Brand's.

A horrible idea but it was a fun one, and that was all that mattered to him. "While we are at it, there's no rule that we can't mingle, there are a lot of new faces that i do not know" and it was true, there were more than he could recognize. "You should show off your date, 'Date'. " he said lowly before chuckling loudly at the concept.

The buzzing in his pocket could wait.