[closed] when my depression works the graveyard shift

[ordinar]

WHO: Wilhelm & pals
WHAT: Catchall for PTSD spring
WHERE: Thorne
WHEN: throughout April and May
WARNINGS: will be updated as needed

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robin - april event

[ordinar]

Feeling like a wound that hasn't healed right, Wilhelm isn't in much of a party mood. He lets Elrond drag him along to the banquet anyway, because the alternative is rotting alone in the room with all his thoughts. The promise of alcohol is persuasive enough. No, he doesn't want to examine the timeline of when and how booze evolved beyond something fun to do, something to help him loosen up in social situations.

Anyway, after dinner concludes, he sticks to the edges of the ballroom. He debates slipping out after the first song, but somehow that makes him feel worse. If Lucifer can find someone to dance with, then what the hell is wrong with him that he can't? He's been hoping to catch Rhy alone, his eyes finding him all night without ever really meaning to. The problem with him being so gorgeous, though, is that he's never alone. There's a wall around him, too, that he isn't sure how to breach.

That's when he catches a glimpse of Robin wallflowering by an elaborate display of cakes. She'd helped him stave off boredom while he recovered in Nocwich, and kept visiting him after they returned to Thorne. Supposing he owes her, Wilhelm cuts across the room, hands folded behind his back and shoulders straight. In his embroidered jacket he looks, well, princely.

"Wanna dance?" With a little grin, he offers his hand to her.

[schlick]

In an effort to draw attention away from herself, Robin keeps a somewhat dour expression on her face, even if the long sleeves of her shirt are fraying from where discomfort has lead her to pick. The entire idea of an execution is enough to weigh heavily on her mind, even without the knowledge that it actually came to fruition. However — there is probably exactly one bright spot to a party like this, and he comes bounding up looking regal and charming and precisely cute enough to earn a whistle from Robin, who goes from a sour expression to absolutely, manically pleased in one second to the next.

"Meow, Wille. You clean up nice."

Provided the last she saw him was on a recovery bed, it isn't specifically hard to do. In any case, she eyes his hand with a fair amount of trepidation — not because the idea of dancing with Wille is horrendous, and not because she's isn't grateful to have her mood swiftly lifted by his presence.

Only a little hesitant, she puts her hand in his, jerkily shrugging in a way that betrays her motive to appear otherwise unbothered. "I'm not really good at dancing. Hope you don't like your toes much."

Rather: she's never really had the chance, before.

[ordinar]

It's good to see Robin brighten with a smile. She looks more like herself like that, and her cheerfulness makes it a little easier to forget about all the heavy stuff weighing them down. At least for a little while.

"They're my least favorite body part, actually." He attempts to sound dead serious for about five seconds, but the smirk cracking his countenance gives away the joke. "Don't worry, I can show you how. Come on."

As he leads her onto the dance floor, Wilhelm counts out the rhythm of the music. Thornean music, unsurprisingly, doesn't match any Earth styles precisely, but the song the musicians are currently sawing out is like a cousin to a waltz. Three beats a measure, with a fourth beat added on at regular intervals. Well, he'll figure out something to do with that extra beat.

"First, hold onto here." He taps his shoulder, before setting his free hand on her waist. Light and comfortable.