[ Partners. Ace was likewise holding onto that keyword with all his might, despite the rhythm of his own heartbeat ringing in his ears and threatening to disrupt their pace. It's something they had managed to establish, at the very least, he finally noticed with another turn taken, and it was a comforting realization.
It was something he would leave unspoken, but the cadet found himself secretly enjoying being the taller of the two, for it left him with a clear picture of Tear's face, bright eyes always lifted to meet his, but unable to feign composure; she wasn't by any means alone in that. Maybe it's because it seemed simpler to do without relying on verbal cues, that he'd quickly taken it upon himself to provide her with little reassurances, be it through subtly letting his fingers become interlocked with hers, or moving the other hand up to the small of her back for additional support, a motion that nevertheless would paint his cheeks a shade of pink if he was caught.
Every error, each miscalculated response that sent both slightly off track was merely an excuse to rekindle their contact and start anew, and because of that, the cadet had eventually come to the point where their outward appearances no longer seemed any relevant in light of the joy such closeness brought him. Without a doubt, Tear was the more graceful of the two, but he remained agile enough to avoid the terrible mistake of stepping on anybody's feet - perhaps that would be something that made him somewhat wary, still. ]
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It was something he would leave unspoken, but the cadet found himself secretly enjoying being the taller of the two, for it left him with a clear picture of Tear's face, bright eyes always lifted to meet his, but unable to feign composure; she wasn't by any means alone in that. Maybe it's because it seemed simpler to do without relying on verbal cues, that he'd quickly taken it upon himself to provide her with little reassurances, be it through subtly letting his fingers become interlocked with hers, or moving the other hand up to the small of her back for additional support, a motion that nevertheless would paint his cheeks a shade of pink if he was caught.
Every error, each miscalculated response that sent both slightly off track was merely an excuse to rekindle their contact and start anew, and because of that, the cadet had eventually come to the point where their outward appearances no longer seemed any relevant in light of the joy such closeness brought him. Without a doubt, Tear was the more graceful of the two, but he remained agile enough to avoid the terrible mistake of stepping on anybody's feet - perhaps that would be something that made him somewhat wary, still. ]