godsoffortune: (coins)
The Far Shore Mods ([personal profile] godsoffortune) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2018-01-23 03:47 pm

-Overflow- for 24 - Autumn Reception

Who: Everyone!
What: Autumn Reception
When: September 30, 6 PM
Where: The Gods' Meeting Hall
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a formal party! Old and new gods alike are invited, so put on your nicest outfits and some good dancing shoes, and come see what this shindig is all about.

Continuing from HERE!
redmare: (smirk)

Yaman

[personal profile] redmare 2018-01-27 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Pft--

[His reaction was certainly amusing, but she preferred it when they were fired up. She drops her hand onto his, tilting her chin up and gesturing towards the floor.]

Show me what you got.
replicatedform: (Hoodless - Headtilt)

[personal profile] replicatedform 2018-01-30 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[His hand hold hers. It's probably expected, but his hands aren't soft. It's very much a warrior's hand than a normal person's.]

I will.

[His heart pounding awfully loud in his chest, to him anyway, he leads her towards the floor. Once they're there, he turns to face her. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. But he can see the other dancing couples around them, and behind Chinatsu. So one hand there, and the other is...

Yamanbagiri place his other hand on her hip, but it's almost clear that he doesn't know what he's doing.
]
redmare: (take that/smirk)

[personal profile] redmare 2018-02-02 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[For having sounded so determined he sure seemed anxious. Chinatsu wouldn't get on his case just yet though. She does pick up the hand on her hip and brings up to below her shoulder blade.]

You support your partner from here.

[Her tone isn't insulting nor condescending. She had been watching some dance studio rehearsals during her spare time, and frankly. it felt more comfortable with the lead's hand there.]

Well? I'm waiting to be impressed.
replicatedform: (Close Up - Comtemplate)

[personal profile] replicatedform 2018-05-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[His fingers lightly press against her hip and shoulder blade, before they relax. He blinks, before he nods slowly in understanding.

Yeah, he totally got this.
]

I'm starting.

[He almost draw out the word, before he makes the first step to lead. It's in the right direction, but the amount of power he puts into it is... off? Observing other dancers doesn't exactly tell him how much strength he should use.]