Music and Magic

"Don't worry," he'd chuckle a bit, "I'll keep you from bumping into anyone." The thought of dancing with her sounded nice, even though he didn't really know how to dance. "It'll be fun."

He kept his arm around her, the thumbs up adding a bit of confidence to him. She was right of course, mistakes happen, but so far the night was going well. His nerves were easing down as time went on, this was the best night he'd had in a long time. "I've never been on a date before, I'm really happy I asked you out."

Then the announcer reappeared, he'd go on to say that the servers would now remove the tables so that the dancing can begin. The tables were taken away and into the back, the musicians took their places again.

"You ready?" he'd ask, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. The music began again, the glowing figures re-appeared and began to dance around the hall. Zeke would stand, taking her hands and helping her up, he was excited, his heart beating fast. "I've never danced before really, but I still think dancing with you will be fun."

Zeke would smile, wrapping his arms gently around her as they started to dance. Mostly he was just moving to the music, making sure Lycia didn't bump into anyone as they danced. It was a new experience but one that he was very much enjoying.

"You're really good," he'd tell her.with a chuckle as they danced, "this is fun." Two of the dancing figures stopped neat them and bowed to them before resuming dancing again. "Looks like they like us," he'd say jokingly, knowing the beings weren't real.

The music was slow and romantic, it was Valentine's Day after all. Zeke was enjoying the slow dance, it easier for him to keep up with. Other couples around them danced as well, all moving to the romantic music alongside the glowing figures.

"I've never really tried to be romantic before," he'd say witch a chuckle, "but I'm loving tonight." He'd continue to lead her through the dance, occasionally glancing down at his feet to make sure he didn't step on hers.

"Never had a partner," he'd admit, he didn't know about his fear ability before the island, didn't know that covering them would make social interactions easier. "Uh...heard someone once say that finding a good dance partner is key...and well, you're a good partner."

He of course blushed at being cute, that was a first, well first in a very long time. "Yeah, I'd like to do this more with you too," he wasn't sure if she meant dancing or dates in general, either way he'd like to do more with her.

Zeke would smile as they talked and dance, his nerves easing down as he adjusted and enjoyed himself. The music and dance continued, the various partners continuing around them. Eventually this song came to its end, the figures of light remaining as the band prepped for the next song.

He'd clap for the band, his hand eventually funding hers and gently holding it. "I've never really tried to be romantic before....but uh....can I kiss you?" he'd seen in films when people did surprise kisses, but her being blind made that seem like a bad idea.

"W-Whoa...," he'd quickly move to her side, "hey, it's ok, I'm sorry." Employees quickly moved to help with the chairs and to check on the couple, a few eyeing Zeke thinking he'd done something wrong, which he felt like he had.

"I'm sorry," he'd say, taking out a napkin and gently whipping away the blood from her cut, "we'll take it slow, there's no need to rush anything." He was almost panicking, there was definitely worry in his voice, but he was pushing his own emotional turmoil aside and focusing on her.

Gently he'd help her up, leading her to a chair and easing her into it. "Does anything hurt?" he'd ask, uncertain if she'd gotten a more serious injury than he could see. Once he was satisfied that she wasn't badly hurt he'd take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, "did you want to get some air? Step out for a second?"

Giving her hand another gentle squeeze he'd lead her out and into the night air. It wasn't as cold as it had been, the snow finally being gone, but it was still winter and there was sill a chill in the air.

He'd glance at her, uncertain what to say, how to start this conversation. "Just take it slow," he'd tell her soothingly, "I'm here and I'll listen." He was worried about her, he'd never seen her like that, closes had been when she'd had that nightmare once.

"I care about you," he'd say, "so I'm not going anywhere." He wouldn't run, he wouldn't walk away. He wanted to help, he wanted to figure this all out with her, even if it wasn't always easy.