follow me into the dark

[cannotrest]

WHO: Ashley Williams and Luther Hargreeves
WHERE: the Porter building
WHEN: through the years
WHAT: what happens at Synod stays at Synod
WARNINGS: potential lime, in ye olden fanfic jargon of yore

iiiiit's a montage log, multiple threads below

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[cannotrest]

She can't help a triumphant grin when she gets that laugh out of him. Lines like that aren't usually her go-to (unlike someone also tall y sin frenos she can think of), but they can be fun once in a while. And she does like his save over the reminder of being stuck in here - sure, it's reassuring that she's not the only one who isn't a fan, but the implied compliment and the way his eyes are still on her are much more enjoyable to think about.

"Same here," she says, toasting him with her beer. "I was waiting for them to play some decent music, and finally..." She smiles her approval of the current selection.

"You wanna dance?"

[obediences]

"I'd love to, except— oh man, you're probably gonna regret asking. I can only ballroom dance." That isn't even a line. He'd been trained for formal events since he was a child, his father barking time and keeping count, the training record crackling its instructions, the group of them taking turns at stately dance forms. Nightclubs? Not so much on the Academy curriculum.

Still, though, Luther gamely drains the rest of his drink and sets the empty back on the bar. Holds out the crook of his elbow, chivalrously, as if he's about to escort her out onto the dancefloor.

"But I'll do my very best."