Hypothetically speaking, say it was of some benefit for you to let loose. [ As the musical backdrop of Kenosian violins and softer wind instruments play on, the melody begins to climb in pace as it works towards that perfect crescendo meant to set hearts to race and breath to catch in exhilaration. The pair seem to feel it too, with a heightened speed to each turn that forces warm hands to grip tighter and chests to press in a little closer. J's padded leonine paws typically tread softly wherever he goes, but they can just as easily adapt to the uptick in speed.
The sharper edge to each twirl through the waltz scatters some of J's hair down his shoulders; all of it harmoniously pale as the lace ruffles of his ivory attire and wings set low upon a long back. A demon swathed in heavenly pastel tones, with the sole exception of the shard D had been studying: fiery red as life's blood. One piece of himself that is as glaringly out of place as the verdant stone on his partner's skin. This stark irregularity is one he makes note of with a stroke of fingers over the shard embedded in D's left hand. J's interest is made clear, with the intention of touching on it more vocally once his other questions are answered. ]
What does it take to get you all worked up? [ Once respectfully folded at the initial stages of this musical interlude, wings momentarily fan out like arms cast open in a child's innocent twirl. Deceptively unobstructive, until they eventually wrap forward to enfold the pair within a curtain of fine down and feathers. If he can't coax D's gaze back from whatever stray corner he'd flung it at, there's always the option of blocking out the distracting scenery. ]
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The sharper edge to each twirl through the waltz scatters some of J's hair down his shoulders; all of it harmoniously pale as the lace ruffles of his ivory attire and wings set low upon a long back. A demon swathed in heavenly pastel tones, with the sole exception of the shard D had been studying: fiery red as life's blood. One piece of himself that is as glaringly out of place as the verdant stone on his partner's skin. This stark irregularity is one he makes note of with a stroke of fingers over the shard embedded in D's left hand. J's interest is made clear, with the intention of touching on it more vocally once his other questions are answered. ]
What does it take to get you all worked up? [ Once respectfully folded at the initial stages of this musical interlude, wings momentarily fan out like arms cast open in a child's innocent twirl. Deceptively unobstructive, until they eventually wrap forward to enfold the pair within a curtain of fine down and feathers. If he can't coax D's gaze back from whatever stray corner he'd flung it at, there's always the option of blocking out the distracting scenery. ]