Of Current Contemporaries, Teasing Games and Dance
~ Just a short ficlet about two immortals on a night out! <1k, T, no warnings, fluff. Could be anything from pre to post canon ~
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"Will you not dance with me?"
Quỳnh wraps her arms around Andromache's waist, startling her, she almost knocks over her glass from the bar.
"Quỳnh! I hadn't realized you've come back. Have you been dancing without me?"
"Yes, and tried to wave you over, as you'd have seen if you had not been staring into your drink for long minutes without pause..." She presses her nose against Andromache's neck, then her lips. "What has you so morose?"
Andromache sighs. "I cannot get used to this music," she mumbles, turning on the stool to pull Quỳnh into her arms. "It sounds wrong, the instruments aren't following the melody they should."
Quỳnh laughs, melodically and joyful. Andromache gives her a hurt look, but Quỳnh pecks her on the lips before Andromache can voice her betrayal.
"Oh, is it only that? I was concerned you had some actual worry. Oh, my Anh, you always say this, when you aren't used to the new tunes, and are afraid you won't be able to dance as well as you used to because of it. But love, no matter what new or awful music is playing, you are still more graceful than anybody else - but me, of course - so you needn't worry. Now, will you dance with me?"
"I liked it better when I was the one to interrupt you and tell you you are the most graceful," Andromache mutters, but she allows Quỳnh to pull her down and towards the dancefloor.
"Oh, but I knew you would use the opportunity to compliment me, so I only saved your breath and us both the time," Quỳnh says shamelessly, and Andromache has to laugh despite herself.
"You do know me too well."
"That I do, and that is why and how I know you will do well with this, and you will get used to the melodies by next week, and these will be the tunes you will be missing the next time they change in any big way... So, are you ready to believe me, or do I have to find another dancing partner?"
In reply, Andromache pulls her close and kisses her soundly, stifling Quỳnh's gasp with her lips and waiting for her flailing arms to wrap around her neck before she pulls her even closer, body heat noticeable through their clothes and her hand tangled in Quỳnh's hair.
"Ah! You will not have to look for any other partner than me and you know it," Andromache grins at Quỳnh's dazed face.
Quỳnh blinks, slowly licking her kiss-swollen lips, then walks backwards and tugs Andromache the last few steps towards the dancefloor, her eyes never leaving her face for a moment.
"Wicked woman," she murmurs, sliding her hands around Andromache's waist to curl her fingers around her belt. "But you know I can fight the same way, do you not?"
Andromache laughs, delighted by their game of seduction and words, variations of which they have played for more years than they bothered to count and which never grows old for them. Quỳnh is right, too, that she finds her footing in the rhythm of the dance quicker than she had thought, and none of the locals, these current contemporaries, give them odd looks except perhaps some founded in jealousy.
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The Princess 2022 - Van Cut
Hello there....
The trailer of The Princess told me that I would (1) hate the movie probably and (2) watch it anyway because VAN! I was more or less correct on both counts. The movie... it’s not as bad as it looks. However it’s not... worth the 90 minutes it is.
The Van cut is about ~30 minutes in total, with a few scenes a little extra long. I had no interest in rendering it so there are a few spots in the file that are blank, but the file works through to the end. This is a super Quynh-y look and vibe to me so I had a great time. Now you should have a great time too!
Warnings for blood and violence ig.
Enjoy !
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