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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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[hastheadvantage]

[He gave a flighty kind of smile, adjusting it almost the way Mary adjusted her glasses. That he meant well was beyond a doubt, of course, and he was glad to have her here; just, perhaps, he might not have been the most fitting company for her. He was not terribly sure how to make her comfortable, aside from the inside knowledge from Jane that leaving her with his own sister would not be the best means, perhaps.]

No! No, nor am I, I'm afraid. But it is very amazing, all the things a lady is expected to know. Drawing, music, fashion... I'm sure if I were to cram so much inside of my head, bits would begin to fall out from the other side.

[He gave, sincere in his compliment to the gender and trying somehow to also compliment her, even if just by association.]

[sensibles]

[ Well, that is nice of him to think he so well-rounded. At the very least Bingley gets a small, modest smile from Mary, now resting her hands flat against the skirt of her dress. ]

You do dress well. I feel I may mistrust a true dandy. Like one may assume certain things about a lady who giggles constantly in public, one could speculate many things about a dandy besides his fondness for gaudy clothes. Can I take him for a serious fellow?

[ She lifts both shoulders in a tiny shrug. Perhaps she should take a few steps backwards over her words. ]

I - suppose that is a lesson one must learn time and time again, not to assume too much of a person.