First Dance Together

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyes felt like he was flying a kite, he felt so free and happy, at the mercy of the wind. Because in a move he thought would only result in him possibly having a date to the dance, had ended with both that and his very first kiss, his cheeks still felt like they were blushing pink from it, all day his mind had drifted back to it, and just smiled because of it. To him Emma was just perfect, she had a beautiful smile, and it never failed to make him smile. He was therefore feeling very nervous about this date, he needed to be good, he needed to be better than he usually was. Tholomyès could not just be himself, he had to be better, shut off the part of his mind that would make him say things that she might not like. After all this was his first date with any girl, and he just wanted it to go well. The teen had cleaned himself up, worn a black suit, with a red tie since this was Valentine's Day, he had gone to the gardens and from the pile of flower crowns picked up a little red flower where a handkerchief would usually go. He was stood at the edge of the hall, bouncing nervously on his feet, but he was feeling pretty excited about it, he wanted her to enjoy it. He was sure she would. He would make his best effort to ensure that she did, but of course if she didn't then enjoy it, he knew that that was just typical of him.
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[Emma Fontaine]

Ever since Tholomyes sent her that pink rose, it has made Emma just thrilled and on cloud nine. She dressed herself perfectly for the dance, dressing in Valentine Day suitable colors. Everything about her screamed adorable. And that was what she was going for. Emma wanted to be able to share the night with Theo. He was this cute boy that was simple, artistic, and perfect in every way possible. There was no flaw about him, except for that one thing. The blood that could easily get them all killed. But Emma knew that maybe things have changed within the families. The Snows and Zhefaroviches alike. She smirked when she saw Theo. She came up from behind him, before pounced, but not tackling this time. Their outfits were too nice. She embraced him tightly, almost as if she would never let go. "Thanks for asking me to come with you!" Emma spoke, her voice muffled by his shirt as her face was buried. Emma had never had a date before, and she was excited to see it. She was excited to have someone on her arm. Someone that she could show off with pride.​

 

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyes was a little startled when she came up at him from behind, but he'd gotten fairly used to her doing that, and knew instantly who it was when it happen. Tholomyes embraced her back, a little less tightly, not wanting to ruin her beautiful dress, but he kept a little hold on her waiting until she pulled away before he then did as well, meeting her gaze and looking at her dress, "You look beautiful Emma," he muttered quietly in french, visibly nervous about this but he knew to be a gentleman and therefore held out his arm to her with a small bow, "Will you do me the honour of a dance?" he asked reverting back to english and smiling warmly at her, he was still so surprised she had said yes to him, after all, he couldn't help but think that she was grossly out of his league, she was beautiful, and talented, so bright and kind, and he was nothing more than a boy, slightly weird looking, who almost always had paint under his nails. But, he liked her, he liked from one of the first moments they met even when he didn't quite understand it, but every time she had smile it had sent his heart into a little flutter. Now, he was on a date of sorts with her, and he couldn't wait to lead her to the dance floor and dance with her.
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[Emma Fontaine]

Emma stepped back but not too far back, and admired the way he looked, just as he admired her. Emma blushed when he told her that she looked beautiful. She really tried actually. She wanted to try it out, and wanted to dress up for her first date with a handsome boy. She beamed as he asked her for a dance, "Delighted! Come on!" She didn't even speak English, resorting to her native tongue. She took him by the hand and headed toward the center of the Great Hall. She tossed her arms behind his neck and looked at him with her eyes, almost in a trance with how much she was on cloud nine. Sure, this was forbidden in her family, but she was in school. She wanted to have a lot of fun, and enjoy herself. Emma continued that happy grin, as she said, "You know," in English, "this is absolutely perfect. You, me, and lots of hearts everywhere." She did think that it set the mood. Emma continued to stare into the eyes of the boy that she shared her first kiss with.​