"I'm afraid of dancing," Tristran says, giving her a crooked smile. "Always have been, but even moreso recently."
He takes a step forward, a step away from the railing and towards the cabins. Maybe he's testing her, for whatever reasons. It definitely beats standing around like a bumbling idiot, muttering incoherently.
"It's okay to be afraid of something. I won't like you any less." And that unintentionally makes him turn so red, so fast. It's a good thing it's the evening, and it's too dark to see.
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Date: 2007-07-03 02:58 am (UTC)He takes a step forward, a step away from the railing and towards the cabins. Maybe he's testing her, for whatever reasons. It definitely beats standing around like a bumbling idiot, muttering incoherently.
"It's okay to be afraid of something. I won't like you any less." And that unintentionally makes him turn so red, so fast. It's a good thing it's the evening, and it's too dark to see.