[hotel verse]

[duke_of_illusions]

The masquerade ball has taken over the second floor of the hotel. People move about, beautiful and glittering and masked.

Barma watches Al quietly, from afar.

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"Come with me."

He smiles, and leans in closer.

"There's nothing more romantic than a waltz."

[al_truism]

Romantic? A looks momentarily startled before his cheeks flush and he steps closer to hide it.

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"Here."

Pulling him gently into the stance for a waltz. Yes, Al will be the follow temporarily, but.

[al_truism]

This is at least somewhat familiar, though it's all backward.

Al fumbles for a minute, though thankfully he remembers somewhat how it's supposed to go.

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"Slow-"

He urges, moving him through it.

[al_truism]

Al almost immediately steps on his foot, hard, and makes a sputtered noise.

"Sorry-!"

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"Don't worry."

He smiles.

"Keep going."

[al_truism]

"Are you all right-?"

A little breathless, though he pays more attention now.

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"I'm fine, you're light."

He promises.

[al_truism]

Al looks up at him through the silver mask, but then nods, biting his lip.

"... okay. Show me?"

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"Here-"

He starts to show him again, counting out idly as they move.

[al_truism]

A few times, and Al slowly starts to get the hang of it again, counting softly with him.

He nearly steps on him once more, but catches himself before it happens.

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Barma just laughs when he does, pulling him into a quick turn. He's a tough enough lead that the movements will be obvious.

[al_truism]

Al learns just to relax into him, letting the movements of his feet come more naturally.

The laugh chases out a real smile from him.

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"Better."

He prompts, smiling back.

[al_truism]

"Rufus?" he whispers, rubbing his thumb over the palm of his hand.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Hm?"

Pulling the mask up.

[al_truism]

Al pulls his own up and leans in for a deep, warm kiss.

All too soon he pulls back, gives him a little smile, and puts his mask back in place.

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"May I have the next dance?"

Fixing his own mask.

[al_truism]

"Absolutely."

Smiling.

"I think I'm a bit more confident now."

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"Confidence is everything."

With a low, soft smile in return.

[al_truism]

So long as Rufus leads, at least.

The music washes over them again, drawing them in.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He dances this song in silence, holding Al rather closer than one might during a strictly proper waltz.

[al_truism]

After the first few seconds he relaxes into it utterly, without worrying so much about doing it right and instead just allowing himself to enjoy it.

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"Perfect."

He tells him, pulling him into a spin.