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Part of an ongoing christmas and birthday present for the lovely ~Resmiranda , these were drawn alongside the ever-awesome Aoicakes , for her effing fantabulous Vesperia fic which ya'll should read > > > HERE < < <

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After a moment’s consideration, Rita stopped trying to ignore their points of contact and glanced around instead. Yuri and Judith were moving a little less fluidly than herself and Schwann, but improvised well in the meantime; Estelle looked an expert, and as Rita twisted to watch, she thought Karol seemed nearly as good. “Is there a dancing guild?” she wondered aloud. “I guess he was probably in it...till they threw him out.”

Schwann chuckled. “How does one get thrown out of a dancing guild?”

“I don’t know. Cowardice?” It was lame, but the air between them thawed a bit, just the same. Rita relaxed further, unaware that she was smiling till their steps took them around to face the mirrors.

She blinked at her reflection in astonishment: she looked like...well, she looked like a girl, and all that girldom usually implies. And Schwann looked like a gentleman enjoying the chance to help a girl through her first waltz, not the dead-eyed, backstabbing bastard that his name had always brought to mind.

Raven had become tolerable, even amusing, in small doses, and she’d have to fix his blastia for good sometime in the near future; Schwann was...

...watching her again. “I hope we’ll have another dance later,” he said.

Description
Part of an ongoing christmas and birthday present for the lovely ~Resmiranda , these were drawn alongside the ever-awesome Aoicakes , for her effing fantabulous Vesperia fic which ya'll should read > > > HERE < < <

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After a moment’s consideration, Rita stopped trying to ignore their points of contact and glanced around instead. Yuri and Judith were moving a little less fluidly than herself and Schwann, but improvised well in the meantime; Estelle looked an expert, and as Rita twisted to watch, she thought Karol seemed nearly as good. “Is there a dancing guild?” she wondered aloud. “I guess he was probably in it...till they threw him out.”

Schwann chuckled. “How does one get thrown out of a dancing guild?”

“I don’t know. Cowardice?” It was lame, but the air between them thawed a bit, just the same. Rita relaxed further, unaware that she was smiling till their steps took them around to face the mirrors.

She blinked at her reflection in astonishment: she looked like...well, she looked like a girl, and all that girldom usually implies. And Schwann looked like a gentleman enjoying the chance to help a girl through her first waltz, not the dead-eyed, backstabbing bastard that his name had always brought to mind.

Raven had become tolerable, even amusing, in small doses, and she’d have to fix his blastia for good sometime in the near future; Schwann was...

...watching her again. “I hope we’ll have another dance later,” he said.