[ This moment could go either way. Even with them being the only two out here, Hubert could still refuse him, and Ferdinand would not be entirely surprised if he did. It is frivolous, asking the other man for a dance. They are allies, friends even, with nothing to gain from rubbing elbows and making nice at a social gathering.
But, they have given so much, lost so much, to forge this path ahead that there is a part of Ferdinand that wants this simply because he wants it, and not because it serves a purpose. He has no idea of Hubert possesses such inclinations, or if he would be given to listen to them if he did, but that is just another of the many, many differences between them. Ferdinand, the open and caring heart to Hubert’s cold and calculating logic.
Such idle thoughts fall by the wayside the instant Hubert slides his hand into Ferdinand’s own. The smile that graces his features is warm and genuine. ]
I shall do my level best.
[ He assumes, of course, that as a noble, Hubert has at least been taught to dance – thought it is perhaps a bit different now, with one of them having to follow instead of taking the lead. Considering he is the one doing the impressing this evening, Ferdinand steps up to lead their little impromptu dance, apparently taking his cue from the distant notes drifting out to the otherwise quiet courtyard, sweeping into the steps without further preamble.
Ferdinand is a lot of things, but a liar certainly isn’t one of them. He is good at it, dancing as easily as one might simply walk or breathe, long, graceful strides carrying them through the grass around the wall of roses. ]
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But, they have given so much, lost so much, to forge this path ahead that there is a part of Ferdinand that wants this simply because he wants it, and not because it serves a purpose. He has no idea of Hubert possesses such inclinations, or if he would be given to listen to them if he did, but that is just another of the many, many differences between them. Ferdinand, the open and caring heart to Hubert’s cold and calculating logic.
Such idle thoughts fall by the wayside the instant Hubert slides his hand into Ferdinand’s own. The smile that graces his features is warm and genuine. ]
I shall do my level best.
[ He assumes, of course, that as a noble, Hubert has at least been taught to dance – thought it is perhaps a bit different now, with one of them having to follow instead of taking the lead. Considering he is the one doing the impressing this evening, Ferdinand steps up to lead their little impromptu dance, apparently taking his cue from the distant notes drifting out to the otherwise quiet courtyard, sweeping into the steps without further preamble.
Ferdinand is a lot of things, but a liar certainly isn’t one of them. He is good at it, dancing as easily as one might simply walk or breathe, long, graceful strides carrying them through the grass around the wall of roses. ]