𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐃𝐃, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰. a hand extended with this smile — a bit loopy, a bit spaced out, a bit insane. nothing lux finds particularly new ; it’s a face expression she knows, but not in this context — not when music is being heard from the distance & not when jinx’s agile legs are so so so eager to move, and despite all the teachings — savoir vivre, etiquette — and countless ballrooms visited, banquets attended — lady crownguard finds herself hesitant.
the wild, excited look in jinx’s feline eyes & her toothy grin with fangs pointing make lady of luminosity intimidated, like her own body suddenly forgot how to bow prettily upon accepting one’s hand, how to move with the rhythm, and her feet feel like glued to the marble parquetry. so unusual. how to…
“i- ah—” a stutter as the lightweaver attempts to decline the invitation with a futile attempt to take a step back, but the music is lively and so is jinx — so fun to be around, & it’s so comforting to spend time with her, as if the heavy weight is suddenly lifted from the aristocrat’s arms and put aside. oh, jinx is so exciting and spontaneous and all things magnetic and thrilling, and before lux can even register it, her palm is moving on its own accord, placed atop clawed hand.
“i’m not a good dancer,” she warns, because tunes heard from the city square sound unfamiliar — simple and dynamic, with an upbeat melody, so unlike violin etudes and piano sonatas lady crownguard is used to dance to, but she smiles — awkwardly, timidly — and lets the other lead, the dance &the way to discovering how bright and free a life can be.
The music in the distance was not the same as the stomping, swirling, spin-around-until-you-projectile-vomit music of Zaun. Even so, there was a certain rumbunctiousness and fast pace to it. It certainly did not sound like the slow, melodic, fall-asleep-while-standing music that the fancy choir with its quite ironic name played. The only reason Jinx was able to listen to the Illuminators at all, though be it in secret with a cloak, concealing her long, cobalt blue braids, was because Lux had a beautiful voice.
The excitement from hearing the music in the distance, the invitation to dance was impossible to ignore. Jinx had completely forgotten what Lux and she had originally planned to do today. It had become increasingly unimportant. Her tail twitched, her ears swivelled, and her legs bounced. Without any hesitation, she practically leapt in front of the young Crownguard and offered her hand. Her stance felt like a mockery of a blend between that weird fencer lady she had spotted and how someone in a ball might ask for a dance. Her grin was a touch loopy, exposing one of her impressively big canines behind soft, pale lips. Her purple eyes glowed in excitement.
"Come on, Sparks!", Jinx called, "Dance with me! Or does the little Madam need a bow and a courtesy first?" She performed an incredibly exaggerated bow with the flourishes of waving her arm around a bit too much, and her braids dragging across the floor. When Lux backed away, Jinx swiftly matched her step with one forward of her own. Once more, she extended her hand. "Come on!", she called in a sing-song voice, "Don't be a Piltie. Get that stick out of your butt."
Eventually, Lux's curiosity won the battle against her nerves. Her hand rested atop her clawed one. Jinx gingerly closed their fingers, taking great care to not scratch the young Crownguard. She chuckled at the warning about not being a good dancer as she shifted her entire weight back and guided Lux closer towards her. However, she did not place her hand on her hip or perform any similar action associated with a formal dance.
Noticing Lux still being a bit unsure of what to do, the Loose Cannon whispered, "Close your eyes. Forget everything that you learned about how a dance is supposed to work. This is not a fancy ball. You don't have to perform for Piltover or whatever high court you Demacians have. Listen to the music. Feel its rhythm. Then do the first thing, your impulses tell you."
Her hand gingerly pulled away, wanting to give Lux the space she needed to display any movement she felt like. If Lux opened her eyes again, she would find Jinx doing a strange, maddening piourette, her arms raised high above her head as her braids wound around them like they were a part of the dance itself. Her eyes were closed, completely trusting her tail to serve as a counterbalance, while she let herself fall into the music. She was humming the melody of what was being played in the marketplace.
@swiatelko cont. from here.