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{DEAD!!!}Midsummer Festival: Day One
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Post by Tempest on Jul 9, 2008 11:06:15 GMT -5
Emilio was silent for a time, his expression dark and unreadable. He seemed to be watching people without actually taking in what he was seeing.
Finally, he turned to her and took her in. He was only marginally afraid that she was angry at him, since if it was too early it would be easier to let her have her distance if she gave him the impression that she was mad at him and his too-forward behavior.
Whatever. WHATEVER. He heard her apologize and a mad rush of energy filled his limbs. Despite both of their misgivings, there was SOMETHING. Emilio would harness that something and fight to make it great. Neither of them would regret today, by God, and he would fight off legions in order to make it that way. He jerked himself to his feet.
"Baila conmigo." In his voice was a challenge, a vibe of determination, of fire. "Baila conmigo y olvida tus dolores y tristezas." Even if he wasn't speaking English, it was clear that he was telling her to dance with him. Just in the way he stood, the way he held out his hand and glanced to another cleared area.
His sister could take care of herself for a while... at least until sunset. Emilio wanted to give up thought for a while and give in to the pulse of his heart and hers, to the blood flowing sweet Spanish energy throughout his body and giving Life to his almost-shaking limbs. To let instinct and vestiges of human memory to guide him through the paces, to have only enough senses to take in her beauty and feel her hands in his, her body near his.
He allowed himself a controlled grin, and added a beseeching, "Please?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2008 11:50:48 GMT -5
Damn. Damn damn damn. Today had been going so well, so amazing, so perfect and she had screwed it up. Amy glanced over at Emilio and winced at his expression. His look made her look away again. Damn. It was all her fault too; she should have known better than to bring this up. She should have waited till later.
When he jumped up, Amorina jumped a bit as well. The sudden movement hadn't been expected; looking up at him, he seemed so determined of something. But of what? His flurry of Spanish confused her, but she did pick up on one word.
Baila.
He wanted to dance? After that? She was a tad worried that she had still ruined that something between them, and wondered if she should dance with him or just sit some more and think. His grin made the decision easy for Amorina. Gently reaching out, she placed her hand in his and stood up, allowing a small smile to form on her lips.
"Okay."
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Post by Tempest on Jul 9, 2008 15:11:24 GMT -5
Emilio's dark eyes glittered as he led her to the nearest dance area. The music played here was more varied than the place that had played the flamenco- it was to be expected whenever electric guitar was involved.
Some people recognized them from earlier and probably wondered what had happened to the energies from before... they had morphed from happy and bright to something darker, but far more powerful. At least, with Emilio, who sort of wore these things like a cloak. He was still smiling, but the control he exhibited over his limbs, over every movement he made... it was a lot different than the abandon he'd shown earlier, the freedom.
Other dancers cleared a space for the two. Even if they didn't recognize them from before, they would have noticed the look on the Cuban's face and the way he held himself. He glanced at the band, then asked softly, "You have... preferences for type of dance? I ask... band to play."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2008 15:30:49 GMT -5
Something was definitely different. Even Amy noticed it. It frightened her, but it intriged her more. Why had her words affected him in this way? She was used to that sortof anger he had had, but this was an emotion even she wasn't quite able to read. That frightened her more.
Amy followed behind him slightly, not sure what he had in mind. The first dance had been so... Wow. This one, with the way he was, she wasn't sure how it would be.
Looking at Emilio, she shook her head. "I'll try to dance however you want." She shrugged. "No preference for me." Amorina didn't know what to do. She only knew a few dances from Clara, and wasn't sure that any of them really fit his mood.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 9, 2008 16:16:45 GMT -5
Emilio nodded, and walked up to the raised wooden platform the band was on and said something to the lead singer, who nodded and turned to the rest. Emilio, apparently satisfied, came back and fluidly slid into readiness for the song to start.
It was Bailamos. Something Emilio figured on the band knowing. Personally, it wasn't fast enough. He'd have to live with it for now and make up for the slowish tempo with calculated, strong movements. He just hoped that Amy was okay with it. This kind of song lent itself to the slow and seductive as well as the strong; not quite the kind of song one would choose if one wanted something to end.
As the guitar started, he held out his hand, one side of his mouth quirked upwards into a half-grin.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2008 16:49:41 GMT -5
Amorina smiled at Emilio, to the small crowd of curious people around them, to the band, and once again to Emilio. From the last dance, Amy felt a small surge of energy pulse through her. That last dance had been incredible, had driven her wild. Still, she was a little conscious of herself. Her dancing wasn't that great, no matter what Emilio said.
Listening to the familiar start of the guitar, Amorina let her body relax. She knew it well; it had been extremely popular a few years ago and Clara had danced up a storm to it. Powerful moves, seductive moves, moves that made Amy wonder why the girl never entered a dance competition. She only remembered a few moves, and hoped she'd be able to dance to this as well as him.
She looked at his hand, smiled, and placed her own hand in it, waiting for him to lead her once again.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 9, 2008 17:16:19 GMT -5
Emilio lead her into it slowly, smoothly. There was no need to rush things, even though he was struggling to hold back the energy inside his chest. If he was a bird, he would have flown to the horizon and back. If he was a wolf, he would have moaned and cried to the skies and run until he collapsed. If he was a stream, he would have flooded his banks.
But he was none of those and too well-trained to let this dark energy take over. The energy itself was nothing outside of human boundaries. It was merely a response to frustration and a rebellion against sadness. Thus, it only increased when they touched.
He let it shiver through him once, during a slow part, but only once did that happen. After that, he didn't allow it to release like that.
Emilio didn't hold anything back in this dance. If there was a part that called for something seductive, he allowed himself to do it. If Amy wanted him to stop, she could tell him. Or better yet, slap him across the face and leave the area. Surely such an embarrassment would be a good lesson for a man who broke important promises to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 16:22:14 GMT -5
Amorina smiled as he led her once more into a dance, letting her body follow the rhythm of the music, the step of the beat, the movement of his body. He didn't seem to hold back nearly as much as he had in their first dance of the fesitval, so neither would she. What would the point of it be? Amy would then be the only one with little feeling in the dance, the wrong message she wanted to send.
Rarely did she let her eyes leave his, unless she was acknowledging the crowd or the band in a small way. A small smirk to one person turned into a seductive smile for Emilio. Now she knew why Clara loved dancing so much; it made a person feel better, feel free, let their soul run wild.
Eyes seemed glued to the couple as they danced, and Amy could feel her face grow hot. Having so much attention was new to her; she hadn't paid much attention to the crowd in the first dance. Now she remembered why. It was easy to forget about them with Emilio as her dance partner; the song called for seductive, powerful movements and Emilio was laying them on heavily. Amorina tried her best to match him, forgetting about the odd talk they had just experienced. Right now, all that mattered was Emilio, the dance, and her.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 10, 2008 21:01:43 GMT -5
Emilio was almost saddened to finish the song, but he knew there would be other dances. He wanted to avoid thinking for as long as possible. He had barely noticed those around them... in fact, he had stopped seeing them as people once the music began.
He was pleased with the way Amy was progressing. She seemed more self-confident in her dancing now and he was even more pleased by her matching of his moves. Emilio tried to ignore the quicker beat of his heart everytime she touched him.
There HAD to be something there. He'd felt it.
Emilio danced against sadness, against doubt, against despair. His movement dispelled the darkness threatening to overshadow the day. The Cuban's eyes smouldered and he made sure the dance ended with her close. He wasn't sweating yet, but he would probably start before he was finished. He only hoped that he wouldn't wear Amy out...
Thus the song ended, with Emilio having led Amy back to himself, so he could have her in his arms for now, at least. Live for the moment. Love for the moment. There was no going back- might as well leap if he was going to fall.
"Ready?" He asked in a low voice, his lips next to Amy's ear. "They... no wait for request next song." Yes, he'd foreseen that. They were already counting off to start and a couple of them switched instruments quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 21:28:38 GMT -5
The way he danced with her, the look in his eyes, everything about him made her forget everything she had experienced. Had somebody asked her how Kenric was, she would have rose an eyebrow, smiled and said, "Who?"
He wanted to be out of her life? It was fine with her. There had only been a few times when he had ever looked at her the way Emilio was, fleeting moments that lasted only seconds at the most.
Amorina revelled in his touch, welcoming the warmth of it. That small, rational part of her bit her. Had she scared him by telling him that she did not want him to hurt her? Memories of the past days rushed back, but she pushed them aside. If she did, she'd make sure to fix that mistake. She wasn't about to scare this one off easily.
Ending up in his arms, she had to catch her breath. Not from dancing, from being so close to him so much. It was driving her mad, confusing her emotions. Feeling his breath near her ear made small bumps rise on her arms; she almost hadn't heard him.
Slowly, Amorina pressed her lips to the bottom of his neck, where it connected with his shoulder and smiled at him, one of her better smiles. Again, she wasn't going to give this one up without a fight. "I think I can manage."
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Post by Tempest on Jul 10, 2008 21:54:10 GMT -5
Emilio was sure his heart stopped when her lips touched the lower part of his neck. His own lips parted involuntarily and he looked a little stunned (in a good way) until the song started.
The band, in a latin music mood, went right into La Vida Loca. Faster. Good.
He was still able to get close to Amy with this one, but, unfortunately he was moving fast enough to break into a light sweat. It beaded on his forehead and down his chest as the song went on. He hoped Amy wouldn't mind.
Her kiss had reaffirmed his belief that there was SOMETHING. If he had any chance, he was going to take it. It was way too late to turn back now.
||Whenever you're ready, we can have a small time-leap to whenever they stop dancing. It might save time.||
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 22:10:06 GMT -5
The choice of song made Amy laugh. Another song Clara used to like; surprisingly, it was the one Clara had made Amy dance to as well when they were younger. She still remembered a few moves, pulling them out of her head when they were needed. A few little shakes here, a shimmy there, a wink or two to the crowd, and a small, almost promising smile to Emilio.
She wasn't about to give away the secret behind that smile. Hell, she didn't even know what it meant. She hoped it wouldn't backfire on her like her last plan had been (hemhemKenrichemhem), but didn't change it. Why bother? Amy was there to have fun, and didn't want to ruin her chances with Emilio. Yes, she had seen the look on his face when she had kissed him, but didn't laugh. Instead, she had mentally patted herself on the back.
Despite the song's fast-paced beat (and the small sweat), Amorina kept herself close to Emilio. This was a song she knew how to dance to and was going to flaunt it. Her long legs were an advantage, and she would flaunt them too, showing them off. If there was one thing all men liked, it was legs. Especially bare ones. She may have been a little nervous, but she wasn't stupid.
With the new confidence racing through her, the determination, the dance, it was enough to let her know that she may have to take it down a notch for the next dance. A part of Amy knew that she wouldn't, though. She would try her best to keep up with him, even if that meant sore legs in the morning.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 11, 2008 15:40:08 GMT -5
At least he was slowly getting used to this new Amy, the dancer. She was a little freer than the talking Amy, a little more promiscuous... happier. The last thing was what made Emilio breathe an inward sigh of relief even as he danced with a grin on his face.
He wondered what it would be like to tango with this woman. The tango was a dance of both passion and pain, control and trust... It was a thought.
[Time Jump, GO!]
As they danced, the sky turned bloody and golden, signalling the end of the day and the beginning of the night. Yet, Emilio didn't seem to notice. Whatever this was, it was more than a mere physical thing or a small friendship. It held the obsessive power of a crush, and Emilio could sense it overpowering his self-control and common sense.
He only noticed the time when he glimpsed his sister and Hector dancing nearby. They'd gotten to a slow song and it infuriated him to see Caroline so close to a stranger that he did not find suitable.
He refocused on Amy. "...Estoy orgulloso de ti... proud! You excellent dancing! Would you like... to go get a drink... sit?" He himself was feeling the effects of dancing by now and he was very worried that he'd worn her out.
At least he'd rid himself of that energy from before. Now he felt much more clearheaded. He would not hurt Amy, but he was not going to back down either.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2008 21:57:17 GMT -5
With the end of their dancing, Amorina's body gave a big sigh of relief. It was the most she had done in a long time, and she knew she would be paying for it later. Still, she knew it would be worth it. Dancing with him was the best thing to freedom she had ever felt.
A drink. Her mind and body screamed for it, but she only pushed a smile onto her face. "Sure." Her eyes fell on Caroline and Hector, making her smile grow. She was glad Caroline had found somebody to spend the day with, even if it didn't seem to make Emilio happy. It was Caroline's time to be an adult; she could take care of herself. After dating Tobias, Amorina had full confidence in that.
She could feel the eyes on them, people watching them as they walked. Slowly, Amy reached out to take Emilio's hand again. She was still scared that he would pull away.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 11, 2008 22:37:54 GMT -5
Emilio smiled and started to walk out of the dancing area. He was pleasantly surprised when Amy took his hand. He gave her a grin, and they walked through the onlookers and out of the heat of the dance. Yes, it was tangibly cooler away from the band and the moving bodies. It felt good to Emilio's glistening skin.
He led her to a nearby drink stand. Personally, he was feeling rush similar to a runner's high. No need to further intoxicate himself with alcohol. So he just grabbed some fresh juice (from the taste of it, it had mango and peach in it) and didn't let go of her hand. He wondered why his heart was still pounding so fast...
He was tempted to laugh at how ridiculous he was acting. Emilio wasn't a teenager, he wasn't supposed to be acting like this. He felt that... somehow, he was supposed to be far more self-confident than he felt.
Still, the dancing had helped some. He didn't have the energy to get too worked up over details, to overread something.
Emilio cast his eyes towards the skies, as he had on their first date. Fortunately, the sight didn't strike him with another promonition. He hoped that was a good sign. "I think... this night is good," he said, as though that meant something.
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