Six Sentence Sunday

[inqorporeal]

 The rules: It's Sunday! Post at least six sentences from a current WIP.

Since I'm taking a brief break from FtRP to prep for the move next month, here's a bit from the as-yet-untitled SWTOR romance that decided to eat my brain, starring Cytharat and the Emperor's Wrath:

 

Would it surprise you to learn that the Wrath is actually slightly shorter than me, dear sister? I had always fancied a warrior of his class being taller, and only realised my error as he was escorting me down the corridor to a much larger chamber which had been set up as a ballroom. There was a lot more greenery than I would have expected, mostly tropical flowering plants, and banners from a dozen worlds adorning the walls. Of course I asked if he had been to all of them personally.

“Of course.” He gestured in the direction of a discreet wall panel nearly hidden by a trellis covered in some sort of climbing vine; the lights dimmed and tiny lights winked on around the room, lifting into the air to hover and drift above our heads like motes of dust in sunlight. Another gesture triggered a hidden sound system – a slow, modern orchestral piece I was vaguely familiar with – and I looked at him with amusement.

“Are you hoping I’ll dance with you?”

Kael gave me the sweetest smile and actually went to one knee before me with my hand clasped between his. “It is my fondest wish.”

Tarka, my heart just about stopped. I have never been looked at so, like I was the most precious thing in the galaxy. It took me a couple tries to respond, “It is mine, as well.”

In deference to my somewhat fragile state, he took the lead, with one hand pressed to the small of my back, tucking me against his chest. It was less dancing and more swaying to the music; Doctor Mandritis might well have had both our heads for anything more strenuous. Kael easily bore part of my weight as I leaned against him, and eventually I dared to rest my cheek against his shoulder.

I don’t know for how long we simply luxuriated in each other’s presence – a few different pieces had gone by – when I gave voice to the thought in my mind. “This is perfect.”

I could feel him smile. “I’m glad.”