constellations.
@junclaw
nik collapses into a seat at one of the empty tables on the fringes of the sweeping dance floor. an empty cup of punch clatters against the table when he sits it down. he flushes a little at the sound but settles down once he realizes no one is paying any attention to him. he stares at the floor, a bit envious at at the couples enjoying the night.
his dress robes which had been uncomfortable at the beginning of the night have already been loosed a bit. his tie hangs slightly open at the nape of his neck and as he leans back into the chair, he unbuttons the bottom of his jacket a bit. just ask them to dance, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his grandmothers whispers in his mind but nik shakes his head. nerves conquer his movements and instead he rests his elbow on the table and precariously leans his chin in the palm of his hand.













