( Urianger smiles as he allows himself to be led to the dancefloor, his heart lighter than it's felt in weeks β perhaps even several moons, truth be told. His last attempt to spend a little time with his friend hadn't been wholly successful β he'd been tipsy and melancholic, not tipsy a mischievous β and he's glad to have the opportunity to try again. )
Master Thancred, then.
( He nods, bringing his free hand to Thancred's shoulder to rest light against the broad curve of it. It's a curious thing: Urianger often communicates in brief touches when the opportunity presents itself, but for the most part the only times he really touches Thancred is when he needs healing or medical aid. He's far more used to blood-stains and livid bruising than he is the easy closeness of a dance β like this he can feel his warmth, his solidity, and something new and tender unfurls in his chest just to feel him so very alive.
There have been touch-and-go moments, after all.
But, the point of this game isn't to dwell on the ache of hurts long passed. This is a way for him to escape it all for a few light-heared minutes, and so he pushes his thoughts aside again so that it won't show when he meets those brilliant eyes. Gods, but he really can be charming, can't he? )
We shall see. Lead well, lest I be forced to intervene in thy footwork as I may one day be forced to intervene in thy business.
( Which is an extremely tongue-in-cheek dig at the Forum and their attempts to put a halt to the Scions's work, and his lips twitch upwards in amusement even as he affects an otherwise demure expression. )
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( Urianger smiles as he allows himself to be led to the dancefloor, his heart lighter than it's felt in weeks β perhaps even several moons, truth be told. His last attempt to spend a little time with his friend hadn't been wholly successful β he'd been tipsy and melancholic, not tipsy a mischievous β and he's glad to have the opportunity to try again. )
Master Thancred, then.
( He nods, bringing his free hand to Thancred's shoulder to rest light against the broad curve of it. It's a curious thing: Urianger often communicates in brief touches when the opportunity presents itself, but for the most part the only times he really touches Thancred is when he needs healing or medical aid. He's far more used to blood-stains and livid bruising than he is the easy closeness of a dance β like this he can feel his warmth, his solidity, and something new and tender unfurls in his chest just to feel him so very alive.
There have been touch-and-go moments, after all.
But, the point of this game isn't to dwell on the ache of hurts long passed. This is a way for him to escape it all for a few light-heared minutes, and so he pushes his thoughts aside again so that it won't show when he meets those brilliant eyes. Gods, but he really can be charming, can't he? )
We shall see. Lead well, lest I be forced to intervene in thy footwork as I may one day be forced to intervene in thy business.
( Which is an extremely tongue-in-cheek dig at the Forum and their attempts to put a halt to the Scions's work, and his lips twitch upwards in amusement even as he affects an otherwise demure expression. )