[ As soon as they're out of the apartment, it's a tug to let herself scatter to winds as the loudness of the music washes over the both of them. She likes it, she likes this lost feeling, doesn't need to be trapped or held together. It feels right, to be moving without thinking, her turn to lead him, where he is always the one helping her.
The way she doesn't feel like she's quite touching the ground. Where her skirt is at her ankles and the ribbons drape from her wrist and hair and neck. Looking back at him over her shoulder, grinning at him before she leads him on into the crowds. ]
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[ As soon as they're out of the apartment, it's a tug to let herself scatter to winds as the loudness of the music washes over the both of them. She likes it, she likes this lost feeling, doesn't need to be trapped or held together. It feels right, to be moving without thinking, her turn to lead him, where he is always the one helping her.
The way she doesn't feel like she's quite touching the ground. Where her skirt is at her ankles and the ribbons drape from her wrist and hair and neck. Looking back at him over her shoulder, grinning at him before she leads him on into the crowds. ]