dancer in the dark

“Of course I want it. I’m greedy and I like gifts.”

Grinning wildly at his dry sense of humor, he takes the gift. But as he does, he leans in close, giving a low, pleasing rumble of a growl of thanks. Enough to breathe into the man’s ear. Just enough to potentially make him flush or squirm.

“It’s not every day a Prince gives a commoner a gift. But I guess commoners have to make offerings to royalty, so, here.”

Still exuding his smarmy, impish charm with his well placed words, he hands him a package as well. It’s a gift bag, not a wrapped present. It’s weighty, but not heavy, and its contents smell good. 

“Of course I want it. I’m greedy and I like gifts.”

Grinning wildly at his dry sense of humor, he takes the gift. But as he does, he leans in close, giving a low, pleasing rumble of a growl of thanks. Enough to breathe into the man’s ear. Just enough to potentially make him flush or squirm.

“It’s not every day a Prince gives a commoner a gift. But I guess commoners have to make offerings to royalty, so, here.”

Still exuding his smarmy, impish charm with his well placed words, he hands him a package as well. It’s a gift bag, not a wrapped present. It’s weighty, but not heavy, and its contents smell good. 

“Of course I want it. I’m greedy and I like gifts.”

Grinning wildly at his dry sense of humor, he takes the gift. But as he does, he leans in close, giving a low, pleasing rumble of a growl of thanks. Enough to breathe into the man’s ear. Just enough to potentially make him flush or squirm.

“It’s not every day a Prince gives a commoner a gift. But I guess commoners have to make offerings to royalty, so, here.”

Still exuding his smarmy, impish charm with his well placed words, he hands him a package as well. It’s a gift bag, not a wrapped present. It’s weighty, but not heavy, and its contents smell good. 

“Well, what’s that saying? Have your cake, and eat it too? But I guess we’d be talkin’ about fruitcake or somethin’. Given the holiday and all that.”

It was about the third time in a week that the steady snowfall had lured Karl out into it. It had to be the uptick in his mood- the usually austere, icy Medic had been unusually cheerful for the past week or two. He felt so vibrant that even his usual inclination to dance was in overdrive, and he lept and pirouetted through his matches, slaughtering and healing with a hum on his lips.

And then there was the snow dancing. With the setting sun as his backdrop and a lamp post as his spotlight, he twirls among the falling flakes, the little dancer centerpiece of his own personal snowglobe. The source of his joy might be known to his brothers, but little did Karl know that it was currently disembarking a ramshackle old truck, trudging up one of the cleared paths.

Those flakes weren’t the only things dancing, though.

It was about the third time in a week that the steady snowfall had lured Karl out into it. It had to be the uptick in his mood- the usually austere, icy Medic had been unusually cheerful for the past week or two. He felt so vibrant that even his usual inclination to dance was in overdrive, and he lept and pirouetted through his matches, slaughtering and healing with a hum on his lips.

And then there was the snow dancing. With the setting sun as his backdrop and a lamp post as his spotlight, he twirls among the falling flakes, the little dancer centerpiece of his own personal snowglobe. The source of his joy might be known to his brothers, but little did Karl know that it was currently disembarking a ramshackle old truck, trudging up one of the cleared paths.

Those flakes weren’t the only things dancing, though.

Pfeh. You, I can understand why. You’re attractive to many. Ask that one man. He’d agree with me.

But why follow me? I’m bitter, and old, and I’m easily pissed off if I don’t get my morning coffee. Do they get off on old, mad German men who enjoy the sight of blood, taking delight in ripping apart cadavers to see what makes their innards tick?