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bladesandstarsGreen eyes laugh at him from behind an ornate golden mask. Ferdinand feels his cheeks heat, and not just from the pretense of not knowing the man standing in front of him. He cannot help but smile, making his own mask shift.
"Dance with me?" The words are unassuming enough, but every line of Claude's body language, even the way he bows formally over Ferdinand's hand, is all too familiar. He feels panic race through his veins--they *will* be found out, and then what?
The consequence is too much to fathom. He realizes he has not answered.
"Of course, kind sir. I do hope that you are familiar with this particular dance; if you have not danced it before I would be more than happy to guide you. It is the very least I can do, in the name of hospitality." He leads the way to the group of dancers, his heart still pounding.
Claude leans close "No need to lay it on so thick. We're perfectly safe." And as if to taunt fate, he lets his lips linger and graze along Ferdinand's jaw in the barest whisper of a kiss.
Ferdinand is grateful for the black satin mask hiding his cheeks as they dance; they are most undoubtedly a shade of crimson that would constitute instant betrayal of their secret.
"Dance with me?" The words are unassuming enough, but every line of Claude's body language, even the way he bows formally over Ferdinand's hand, is all too familiar. He feels panic race through his veins--they *will* be found out, and then what?
The consequence is too much to fathom. He realizes he has not answered.
"Of course, kind sir. I do hope that you are familiar with this particular dance; if you have not danced it before I would be more than happy to guide you. It is the very least I can do, in the name of hospitality." He leads the way to the group of dancers, his heart still pounding.
Claude leans close "No need to lay it on so thick. We're perfectly safe." And as if to taunt fate, he lets his lips linger and graze along Ferdinand's jaw in the barest whisper of a kiss.
Ferdinand is grateful for the black satin mask hiding his cheeks as they dance; they are most undoubtedly a shade of crimson that would constitute instant betrayal of their secret.
