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Hey, tumblr
Long time no see lmao have this Valentines day drawing I made and an old ass ref sheet I made for my Eteled design
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slow dancing with henry morris? couldn't think of a good prompt I apologize @_@
Slow Dancing with Henry
Word Count: 345
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Calm, peaceful music played as everyone drank and laughed with their friends. Not a single soul was alone except for you. This whole idea started when one of your colleagues decided that there should be a fun way to end the week.
This is where the whole idea of a dance came in; everyone started pitching their own ideas and was somehow able to persuade the boss.
Did you like the idea? No. Did you even bother to stop them? …No, but you had nothing to do on a boring Friday, so why not try to enjoy it the best way you can?
You awkwardly stood next to your friend, Henry. The two of you never had any history of dancing or even learned how to dance.
As the soft melody enveloped the room, you stole a hesitant glance at Henry, noticing his uneasy posture mirroring your own. Despite your lack of dancing skills, there was an unspoken agreement to make the most of the evening. With a shy smile, Henry extended his hand, a silent invitation to join him on the dance floor.
“Oh, I don't—I don’t dance.” You tried to refuse the invitation. Henry frowned but grabbed your hand. “Can’t you just enjoy this for once?” Your friend brought you to the dance floor; his face seemed a bit red, but you shrugged it off, thinking that it was the lighting.
With tentative steps, you began to sway to the music, your movements awkward yet strangely synchronized. Henry's reassuring grip tightened slightly, offering silent encouragement as you navigated the unfamiliar terrain together. “Guess we do know how to dance?” He attempted to lighten up the mood.
As the song drew to a close, you found yourself reluctant to let go, savoring the fleeting moment of connection. The sound of laughter and cheering filled the room; it seemed like the two of you weren’t the only ones who were also having a fun time.
Fidgeting with his fingers, Henry cleared his throat before speaking up.
“Would you like to… do that again some day?”
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CW: SUICIDE IMAGERY
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A page of Henry's
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rain/me: today's my son's 4th birthday. happy birthday thunder. 🥳
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