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rekindleme2014-02-14 04:41 pm
someonetowatchoveryou) wrote in rekindleme2014-02-14 04:41 pm
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I Could Have Danced All Night...
Who: September and you. Yes, YOU.
When: 14 February.
Where: Here and there in town.
What: He bought a rose for Ashe. It ended up being One Of Those Roses.
Warnings: DANCING. So. Much. Dancing. You will get danced with if you get too close.
The presenting of a loved one with an example of Rosa Gallicanae is considered traditional on 14 February, which is why September is exiting a florist's with a red rose in his hand (only after the poor colourblind sap asked the shopkeeper what colour it was).
He... should be used to what happens next, by now, but he likely will never be. So he's taken a little aback when the strains of a waltz float through the air for no reason and from no source and... he starts to dance. First it's just walking in 3/4 time, then there's a turn here, a long step there, and the next thing he knows, he's taken hold of the nearest bystander and is literally waltzing them down the sidewalk. As usual, his dancing is precise and expressionless but bizarrely intense.
Might want to get out of the way if you don't want to dance.
When: 14 February.
Where: Here and there in town.
What: He bought a rose for Ashe. It ended up being One Of Those Roses.
Warnings: DANCING. So. Much. Dancing. You will get danced with if you get too close.
The presenting of a loved one with an example of Rosa Gallicanae is considered traditional on 14 February, which is why September is exiting a florist's with a red rose in his hand (only after the poor colourblind sap asked the shopkeeper what colour it was).
He... should be used to what happens next, by now, but he likely will never be. So he's taken a little aback when the strains of a waltz float through the air for no reason and from no source and... he starts to dance. First it's just walking in 3/4 time, then there's a turn here, a long step there, and the next thing he knows, he's taken hold of the nearest bystander and is literally waltzing them down the sidewalk. As usual, his dancing is precise and expressionless but bizarrely intense.
Might want to get out of the way if you don't want to dance.
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...this isn't normal, is it?
As September gets closer, the boy calls out to him, a giggle in his voice, "Lord September, what are you doing? Is today a dancing holiday I don't know about?"
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