[ Her hand finds his, as it has so many times, and she steps into the circle of his arm. Her other hand finds his shoulder, squeezing gently. Her smile is bright, genuine, even as he awkwardly takes her through the steps. There is no music, no prying eyes, no one there to stop them. It is just her and Cullen, and the rest of the world has fallen away.
Neria watches him, letting him guide them, and she silently counts the steps he is hoping to make. She smiles at him. ]
See? You're doing just fine.
[ If anyone had told her ten years ago, five years ago, two years ago, even two weeks ago that she would be here, dancing with him, she would laugh. She'd never imagine it. But here they are, together, and she feels happiest and safest with him.
Quietly, only for him, Neria begins to hum in time with his movements to give him something to follow along to, a way to know his steps and when to make them. ]
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[ Her hand finds his, as it has so many times, and she steps into the circle of his arm. Her other hand finds his shoulder, squeezing gently. Her smile is bright, genuine, even as he awkwardly takes her through the steps. There is no music, no prying eyes, no one there to stop them. It is just her and Cullen, and the rest of the world has fallen away.
Neria watches him, letting him guide them, and she silently counts the steps he is hoping to make. She smiles at him. ]
See? You're doing just fine.
[ If anyone had told her ten years ago, five years ago, two years ago, even two weeks ago that she would be here, dancing with him, she would laugh. She'd never imagine it. But here they are, together, and she feels happiest and safest with him.
Quietly, only for him, Neria begins to hum in time with his movements to give him something to follow along to, a way to know his steps and when to make them. ]