[Stede’s hand is soft and warm in his, lightly calloused from ship life—but it is still among the finest things Ed has had the pleasure of holding. He allows himself to be positioned and arranged as Stede wishes, watching with gentle, almost bashful and childlike curiosity. But when it comes time to lead, any of that ‘it’s easy, move with the music’ attitude disappears. He doesn’t want to fuck this up, step on Stede’s toes.
So he looks down into the space between them and watches their feet as he carefully steps with the rhythm. He frowns with concentration.]
Dunno why anyone’s got to lead. It’s a dance, not fucking follow the leader. Woundn’t it make more sense if this was—I don’t know—like a good sword fight? [To demonstrate his point, he sways them a few steps backwards for Stede, then with a gentle little pull in the motion, sways along to the music and moves them backwards for himself.]
Push. Pull. Back and forth. Nobody calling the shots by themselves?
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[Stede’s hand is soft and warm in his, lightly calloused from ship life—but it is still among the finest things Ed has had the pleasure of holding. He allows himself to be positioned and arranged as Stede wishes, watching with gentle, almost bashful and childlike curiosity. But when it comes time to lead, any of that ‘it’s easy, move with the music’ attitude disappears. He doesn’t want to fuck this up, step on Stede’s toes.
So he looks down into the space between them and watches their feet as he carefully steps with the rhythm. He frowns with concentration.]
Dunno why anyone’s got to lead. It’s a dance, not fucking follow the leader. Woundn’t it make more sense if this was—I don’t know—like a good sword fight? [To demonstrate his point, he sways them a few steps backwards for Stede, then with a gentle little pull in the motion, sways along to the music and moves them backwards for himself.]
Push. Pull. Back and forth. Nobody calling the shots by themselves?