[Trevor smirks, but it seems impolitic to point out that he can't even remember the last time he's danced. He's sure he'll remember the steps, fall into them just like climbing back on a bike, but there's another implication hanging on that admission. It's a lonely implication, and Trevor needn't call that to mind now that -- against all odds -- he's finally found suitable company.
More than suitable. They've been like a delicate dance themselves, and sometimes the missteps are torture, but the rhythm is completely irresistible.
It's another few minutes before the car lumbers to a stop before their destination. The place is ostentatious, to say the least; all sleek modern edges and glowing fountains, and without even looking inside, Trevor would bet money on the presence of Chihuly chandeliers.]
Wait here a moment.
[Trevor nods his thanks to their driver as he climbs out, then circles around to open Adrian's door. And of course, like the proper gentleman Adrian's suddenly discovered in him, he's offered his arm to the dhampir as well.]
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More than suitable. They've been like a delicate dance themselves, and sometimes the missteps are torture, but the rhythm is completely irresistible.
It's another few minutes before the car lumbers to a stop before their destination. The place is ostentatious, to say the least; all sleek modern edges and glowing fountains, and without even looking inside, Trevor would bet money on the presence of Chihuly chandeliers.]
Wait here a moment.
[Trevor nods his thanks to their driver as he climbs out, then circles around to open Adrian's door. And of course, like the proper gentleman Adrian's suddenly discovered in him, he's offered his arm to the dhampir as well.]