#v. before

there is an undeniable intimacy in it. his hand on the small of her back, the two of them pressed together with just a breath's width between them. ellis is half sure she can feel his heart beating furiously against hers. something tells him she would like it if she could.

drunk on wine & the salted air of the sea, he can't help but smirk at the incline in her voice. the invitation in it.to ellis, it was the chance to hold her close. to indulge in her presence & revel in a shared song. not only that, but there was something satisfying in it. in swaying to the music with her, with the eyes of other partygoers on them. ellis was the one she chose to dance with, damn the rest of them. he thinks he can see pieces of him in her wide smile & his heart skips at the thought that he might have a place there.

" so i've heard, " he raises a brow. she isn't the only one that can play coy, he thinks. unfortunately, he knows if he batted his eyelashes like her it wouldn't be half as effective.

" maybe something like this, " he guides her by weaving the fingers of his free hand with hers & guiding her in tune to the music. it was a bit slower than he usually liked, but there was something divine about it. he wanted to stretch every moment beyond this summer or fall or winter. he's struck with the terrible desire to press their foreheads together but stops himself entirely. it would be terrible to admit how much he needed her, how he craved to be close. how embarrassing it would be to admit to such longing.

so he takes in a sharp breath, lifting one of her long arms to twirl her in tune with the music. she steps on his toes & a grin splits his features when he dips her, supporting her with the hand on her back, " or maybe like this? "

Ellis has to fight the wine that threatens to come up his nose when he holds back an unbecoming snort. He wants to laugh at his sister’s words, delgihting in the truth woven in them. Their parents had thrown a spring party, a celebration surrounding something Ellis had already forgotten. They had hinted that the man in question might be a potential match for Elissa but as the night progressed, it seemed increasingly less likely. He was now swaying on the dance floor, dragging his feet to some song that no one else could hear. He had definitely had a bit too much to drink & the only thing consistent about his steps was how often they found his poor, poor dance partner’s feet. 

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@snipesaw​​ said:  'i keep on forgetting: is it crying on the outside and laughing on the inside? i always get it mixed up.’