EchosSweet
They were supposed to be close. Rakovanite’s brows pinched in thought as he stared through unblinking, assessing eyes to where their bodies touched. He did not usually get so close to someone like this, unless he was drunk or knew the other person decently well. He didn’t know Narcissus that well, but they essentially hadn’t been apart for the last several days. That must count for something. He didn’t think they were enemies at least, and Narcissus did not seem to be the type to do things with the express intent of offending him or using it against him later.
Rakovanite curled a hand around the senshi’s hip and followed the tug, shooting an almost quizzical and uncertain look back toward the other man.
Who didn’t look enthused in the slightest, despite being the initiator of all of this. Rakovanite didn’t understand, but he didn’t think he was personally upset at the circumstances. They were supposed to be close. He did like to be close. Narcissus’ hands and stomach and chest were warm when compared to the blustery outside air. It was nice. The moment was just how Narcissus had wanted it to be for them, Rakovanite thought. Nice. Fine.
And they should dance, even if it was a “slow” dance, or only barely a dance at all. So he swayed, guiding Narcissus with their clasped hands and his grip at his waist into following him, and hopefully not looking so flustered about it. They were both adults. There were worse things on this plane, surely. Those were the thoughts that had compelled Rakovanite to “be fine” with this, so…? It could work for Narcissus.
He cleared his throat. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked lowly.
