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As Desperation Day dances went, this was probably not the most tacky ever. Of course given that it was Desperation Day, so tacky really went with the territory.

There was glitter, oh, was there ever glitter in a multitude of sparkly colours. But even more so, it seemed that the decorators had taken the 'Hearts Afire' theme literally as large cut out hearts adorned the walls. Each with a tissue paper 'flame' bursting from the top of it. Streamers in all shades of pink twisted across the ceiling, forming almost a canopy. Which hopefully would not be literally set afire. The Fire Department would probably disapprove of that. Also a lot of people's dresses would be ruined.

Let's stay away from any literal fire, okay, guys?

[Up early for timezones. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or I will STAB YOU, OKAY?~~ is up! And thre'll be a second post up later if this one gets insanely large (well, hell, why even say 'if')]

And the magic links: Arrival/Mingling | Punch and Food | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Dance Floor | OOC

[It never said Friday. Rly.]

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//Do I get bored any other time we just sit around and talk?// He shrugged a little, a faint gesture that was more a twitch of the muscles in his back than any actual lifting of his shoulders. //The only real difference is that there's food involved. Th'company is still th'same.//

"I don't know, do you get bored?" Didi teased as her hand made tiny circles on his back. "You might just hide it well."

There Jonothon went, wanting to kiss her again. He didn't let himself dwell on that urge for very long at all before he closed his eyes and leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. It was close enough. It would have to be.

//If I ever found yer boring, luv, I wouldn't be here dancin' with yer.//

No, he'd be in his room, most likely. Sulking. This was far preferable to that.

Didi felt the warmth of his forehead against hers, inhaling his sulfury aroma.

"You know that goes both ways," she said. "Why waste time on boring people?"

//Besides pity or masochism, I can't really think of a single reason why anyone would bother,// Jono mused. //This doesn't strike me as either.//

Fortunately.

"There is such a thing as hidden depths," Didi said, half-scoldingly. "And pity's not always all bad, if it leads to compassion."

"But no. This isn't either." she made a tiny face at herself, at the absurdity of Death of the Endless saying what she was about to say. "This is me liiiiiiiking you, Jono."

He opened his eyes at that to seek out her own, extra 'i's and absurdity and all. Some part of him wanted to step in, to spoil the moment by asking, 'why,' and 'what is there to like?'

And 'do you really mean that?'

He ignored that part. That part of him was small, was broken and tired and angry and inside-out. He didn't need that part. Instead, it was the rest of him that spoke.

//And this is me loving you, Didi.//

For a long moment, Didi froze. She couldn't dance. She couldn't even hear the music.

She wanted to argue with him. Wanted to say he didn't mean it, didn't know her well enough, didn't ... something. She was Endless. A teenager shouldn't be declaring himself in love with her.

And she shouldn't be wanting to say it right back.

She let out a breath.

"I think I knew you did," she said. "Is it all right if I can't say it back right away?"

She squeezed his hand. "I ... care for you. More than I know what to do with." Which she could only hope he'd hear as the compliment it was, and not as a dismissal.

She'd frozen, at that. Frozen, and for the longest time, all Jono could hear was the heartbeat that he didn't have, thumping away in his ears. He'd have held his breath, if there was a breath to be held.

He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, he realized, vaguely, somewhere in that terrified, broken part of his mind that he'd pushed back just a moment before. He was waiting for her to laugh, and to push him away, and to tell him that he was being an idiot before turning around and walking away and leaving him standing there, feeling the fool for speaking up at all.

She didn't. And an 'I care for you more than I know what to do with' was more than he'd expected. It was more than enough to kick that frightened bit of him down again, at least for now, and he squeezed her hand back.

//Don't say it right away if you can't, luv. That yer still standing here right now, that's enough.//

"I won't go anywhere until I have to," she promised, meaning it (and happy he wasn't angry at her demurral).

And then she started dancing again.

"And thank you," she said, a bit shy against him. "For saying it. And for still being here."

//No need to thank me.// And here would be where he might have resumed breathing, if he could have. He tentatively pulled her a little closer, looked at their clasped hands for a moment, and then let go of her hand in favour of slipping both arms around her, now.

//I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.//

Valentine's Day Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening [8pm on]

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