He grinned, with the way she weighed on his arms he could tell she barely made it. He slowed down, a smooth change as he replaced his arm on her back and tipped her back when they pulled to a stop.

He brought her back up, the hand he wasn't using to bring her up was trailing from her shoulderblade to her waist, slightly her stomach. The gesture meant to be a little nore intimate. He know vampires tended to be a little less handsy, but he had always been fond of touch.

He let go of her once she was standing straight, moving a few steps away. Lingering as he strolled around in front of her.

She took a few deep breaths, taking the stop as a moment to regain her bearings. She leaned back easily into his arm as he eased her backwards, her gaze on the ceiling. Her mistake flustered her slightly; she didn't usually fail or struggle with things. If she did, she avoided them.

She blinked up at her partner quietly as he drew her back in, looking the slightest bit enchanted. Her breath hitched faintly when he trailed his hand down, and she tilted her head at him ever so slightly, offering him a curious smile. She set her hand on his chest momentarily, bringing it back to her side as he drew away. She watched him intently as he made his way around, tempted to reach for him. It was strange, how much she liked being in the stranger's arms.

Don't forget she can't see his face

..or Vance))

He tipped the skull, making it like he was watching her as he walked completely around, til he made it around behind her. He slipped his hand on her waist, the other picked up her arm, raising it. He trailed his hand down her inner arm, leaving her hand to rest above his shoulder.

He brought it down to where her other was waiting. He took her hand carefully and firmly, tugging gently to initiate yet another spin.. or four as she unraveled from his shadow and then coiled right back into him as he caught her.

Fucking SHITBALLS

Did I mess up with Vance too? Fuck))

Once he trailed into her blind spot, caused by the mask, she kept her gaze forward, waiting patiently for him to come back. She barely jolted in surprise as his hand settled on her waist, a faint shiver running down her spine at the sudden contact. She moved her arm easily at his touch, letting him maneuver her hands until they were in the correct position.

More grounded than she had been before, she extended out into a few turns; in all honesty, she wasn't keeping track of how many. She coiled right back to him as she came down from the spins, smiling as he caught her.

No you just forgot about him))

He felt her little flinch at his touch, but he didn't want to think about that, if he did he'd mess up the steps.

He pulled her in and touched both of her hands before pushing her out, repeating that, the second time out, he twirled her around. Ending the dance was easy, but in a moment of panic as to how he might have to talk to her after, he started humming. But it was not to the song that played. Nor anything the people around them might have heard before. He was being very risky and reckless but it was happening very fast.

Vance is off being lonely he's fine))

Ariadne made her way through the rest of the turns with relative ease, the bittersweet feeling of the dance ending coming closer with each moment. Unlike him, she was quite eager to talk to him after. She was already thinking through how she could get him to stay the night as she curled her arms around him, offering a light smile, but not a word to him. She crossed her wrists behind his neck gently, leaning her head into his chest and closing her eyes.

She smiled faintly as he began to hum, figuring the little habit was rather cute, even if he wasn't even close to holding the melody of the song playing. She trailed her fingers slowly over his shoulders, dragging them down slowly as her body became... heavier. Like the energy it took to hold herself up was suddenly becoming so much greater; irresistibly so. His voice was so soft, so nice, so peaceful. She felt herself half sliding, half falling down the front of his body until her legs gave out, but she was barely able to process it. She was asleep before her body hit the ground.

Vance had been off and strolling outside rather than mingling; apparently he lost interest in his previous adVance (get it?). Therefore, he had no idea what was happening in the ballroom.

Why pun

Why)

He continued to dance, slowing with her steps as she started melting into his arms. He was holding her up. His impulsive decision would lead to consequences at some point, but his introverted tendencies seemed to have more prevalence than those.

As she came down limpy, he gently lowered her onto the floor. People started panicking and spreading out, the music stopping, someone screamed probably. "Help." He said slightly tired of their lack of movement, finally some of them came crowding around the two on the ground. He stood up from kneeling beside her as the group grew.

He backed away and moved off into the crowd. Heading for the door, pushing past the tight circle of concerned, masked people.

Because I'm immature

"Help." Dumbledore said calmly.))

Ariadne stirred feebly once she was set down, letting out a quiet moan as a knocked out person would. Once people began crowding around, a brave woman stepped forward and kneeled at her side, gently nudging the girl into a semi-wakeful state.

Her yellow eyes slowly drifted open, and she blinked at the variety of faces surrounding her, swatting the woman away snappishly. She brought herself to her feet, ignoring the various hands offered to her. With a quick brushing off of her dress, she was hurriedly walking toward the entrance, just barely following the antlers through the crowd. Most people parted for her when they realized she was going to shove them out of her way if they didn't.

The fact that he looked around, saw no one was helping, and said 'Help' in the most calm voice possible is amazing))

Ariadne hurried towards the doors, sure she would catch her... friend? Attacker? Whatever he was. Her mind was racing faster than her feet as she made her way after him. Why would he just... leave? Did he hate her company so much he had to knock her out to leave? Either way, she was determined to catch up with him and tell him just what she thought. However, as she emerged onto the top step of the stairs leading out of the mansion; he was gone. As if he had simply evaporated (or camouflaged). It did not occur to her, however, that he would be hiding in a bush like a child. She took a few slow steps down the stairs, a frown spreading across her lips. He had really just... run away from her. How repulsive could she possibly be if he had gone through the trouble of asking her to dance? She looked thoroughly unsettled, but refused to admit she was upset. Which she wasn't, obviously, because she didn't get upset over silly little elves and their silly little escapes.

Vance was about to tread back onto the steps of the mansion, intending to head back inside, but halted as a very familiar deer-man-elf-thing stared at him like he was a wildfire. Vance blinked, simply glancing around and behind him to make sure it was definitely him who was the cause of this stop. He blinked as the... thing simply became one with the bush to his left. He took a few confused steps toward the bush, looking down at the well hidden elf with a slight frown. His hands were clasped behind his back as he glanced up to find Ariadne standing atop the steps, looking utterly puzzled. After a few more back and forth glances, he peered down at the bush for a few more moments, his yellow eyes flicking around boredly as he made up his mind on what to do. "She's not that bad at dancing." He muttered softly, then gave a shrug. "I'll have to keep this escape route in mind." He said lightly, walking up the stairs to meet Ariadne.

I need to keep this in mind the next time my social battery dies

Knock out potential conversationalist, run away, hide in bush))