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( the affectionate physical contact meme )

the affectionate physical contact meme

you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.

➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.

➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.

➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want!

one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

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[Remember what he said about the nightlife in Storybrooke sucking? He was not joking. What is apparently the first really big outdoor hootenanny since the curse broke is nothing compared to the balls these people are used to, but they're making do, every blessed one of them.

Kind of marvelous, really. And why's here, anyway, aside from... His weird superpower of inexplicably showing up to all parties regardless or whether or not anyone wants him there. But there is a Belle and what do you think is gonna happen aside from ever-so-casually joining her on the sidelines.]

You'd think they were back in the palace ballrooms.

[ HOW IS HE SO GOOD AT SNEAKING UP, EVEN WITHOUT MAGIC. belle's eyes widen for a millisecond, but then it's all good and she relaxes, although she's still keenly aware of how much she sticks out like a sore thumb in the yellow prom dress she's sporting. she tried. where was ruby with fashion advice while she was getting ready?? ]

We had one of those fancy ballrooms, where I grew up, with the big chandelier and all. [ she smirks mischievously, inclining her head as she admits: ] But I always thought there was something a little stuffy about it.

[Look, it's a rather fetching yellow prom dress. Or possibly he's just so smitten he'd think she'd look fetching in anything. WHO KNOWS.]

Oh. [Yes, he's quite amused by that.] So I imagine this is preferable, then? [He almost looks wistful, watching the dancing. Sure, this was never his life- outskirts of it, maybe. He's been to his share of balls, but was never on the guest list- only showed up to make sure terms were being honored to point out the ticking of the clock, etc. Business, all of it. Ask him how he feels about all those happy couples out there and he'd probably have a congenial response and it might even be vaguely honest. But there's an undercurrent of jealousy and always will be and it's leftover from before the magic ever took hold. He was no one's prince. And his one solace was he knows what happens when the balls end.]

[ she catches that expression on his face, and an idea starts gaining ground. ] Well. [ the smirk grows into a playful smile. ] I'll admit it was more about the company than the room itself. Dancing with a bunch of lords with nothing to talk about besides the weather or their estates or what they thought they could get from my father... [ she shakes her head, making a bitter expression, as if she'd just sucked on a lemon ] I used to pretend I was anywhere else, just to get through it.

And, of course, your boorish fiance couldn't make anything more tolerable. [Okay, now he's just being smug right now. It's really easy to be smug when you... turned a guy into a rose.] Which really just begs the question of why you're not dancing now, unless you're concerned about your lords and ladies discussing mortgages and the weather.

[ Belle gives him something of a chastising look at his approximation of her one-time fiancee, although the amusement in her eyes contradicts the message. No, Gaston was never any different from the others, which was precisely the problem with him. She concedes: ] Talking wasn't really his strong point.

[ Amusement continues to dance on the corner of her lips as she pans the room ] Maybe I was waiting on a good conversationalist to ask me. [ She leaves out the more realistic reason she hasn't danced yet: she doesn't know anyone here, and most of them are using this opportunity to celebrate with their loved ones. And the few people who know who she is, from town gossip, or seeing her at Granny's, have an inkling that she's "Gold's woman", and there are few in this town who are stupid enough to risk crossing him, especially not for a mere dance.

It doesn't bother her, really. There's only one person she really wants to share that dance with.

Belle turns to him firmly, raising her eyebrows expectantly. ] Unless I need to ask him.

[And that's why he made a really attractive flower, lbr. Pretty, but otherwise useless.] Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

[Give him a second. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Oh. Good for you, Rumple. You have successfully taken way too long to pick up on something that would have been obvious if it wasn't happening to you. Not that he can be blamed for it. A hamburger date at Granny's where everyone mostly spends it making sharp remarks because they know he won't get snappish if he's trying to impress a girl is one thing. This is a bit... different. This is a carnival reserved for the truly, truly in love. Looking across the way he can see Charming and Snow, Ella and her prince, the list goes on. That damned dwarf has coaxed his shy little fairy-nun under one of the lights. Putting himself in the middle of this with Belle- well, he doesn't bother with self-consciousness, but he wouldn't wish the questions and concerns on Belle, even if he knows she'd take them in stride. She doesn't deserve that.

But to hell with it. He mouths a silent oh and holds up his cane a bit.] So long as good conversation makes up for the fact that I may step on your feet. It's a been awhile.

[He also didn't have a limp when he made it a habit to dance at balls (against everyone's wishes), which he could fix if he wanted to, but why be in a position to have to get rid of such an excellent beatdown weapon.]

[ she looks pleased as punch when he catches on and offers no resistance. ] All the more reason for you to get back into practice. [ while not entirely oblivious to the stares, she doesn't let it puncture her good humor, and offers him the tiniest of courtly curtsies, before granting him her elbow ] And dancing's more about style than anything. You've rarely been short on that.

[He takes her arm and tilts his head at the compliment, all but beaming. Yes, he has style. If there's one thing Belle's incredibly good at, it's making him feel 300 years younger.] I believe I'm allowed at least one good attribute. [As opposed to the multitude of unfortunate ones. Style's not much when you're using it the way he does.

As soon as they're on a clear section of dance floor, he ever-so-carefully puts a hand on her waist and laces his fingers around hers. He has to count under his breath a bit, leading with his good foot, but he's surprisingly not terrible. Just a bit awkward.] That wasn't so difficult to remember.

[ she drapes a hand over his shoulder, with all the prim and proper poise of her former courtly days, still looking ready to burst with pride at getting him to potentially enjoy himself. in PUBLIC. she's patient with his steps and follows his lead with undaunted grace, silently mouthing the count along with him until they fall into a rhythm. ] You have done this before, then. [ there's a question in there, somewhere. and some amusement. ]

I had much better form then. [Which is a nice way of saying "I was not a freakin' cripple."] It's been some time now. Twenty-eight odd years and then... Well. [He leans forward a bit to whisper in her ear.] I didn't get invited to a lot of balls.

[Just, you know, crashed them.]

[ his breath against her ear causes a wide smile to split her face in spite of everything, and belle ducks her head a moment to conceal it, a glow working its way across her cheek. if the mere fact that they were dancing didn't catch everyone's attention, the sheer flirtychans now do, and snow and charming have even stopped dancing over there to gape and gawp from the sidelines and gossip at the locals. there's rude pointing going on. ]

Well, this isn't a proper ball, but we can always pretend.

[POINT AWAY, DEARIES.

POINT AWAY.

They're just jealous the prettiest girl in town is with him. So there.

In all seriousness, he's hardly oblivious to all that, but his level of sheer "give a damn" has hit a zero. He pulls back from her ear slightly and rests his forehead against hers.] Hm. Like I'm pretending we don't have an audience right now?

[Okay, so maybe his give a damns are a bit higher than zero. He really hates these people sometimes. He still managed to sound as faintly amused by it as he did the last time he got leered at for daring to flirt with Belle.]

Does it really bother you, so much? [ ruby's made her way over to the charmings and now she's whispering to them, clearly in explanation of who belle is and what go on, but they still look generally (unsure). maybe even more so now. ]

Not me. I'm accustomed to them. [He knows that when they want something, they'll go to him and in the end, they can judge all they want. He's the one who judges himself unworthy of love and he does it every damn day.] Does it bother you?

Do you really think I'm going to start worrying about appearances now? [ it's a cutesy jab but she means it too, and she snuggles against him, just so that everyone else can gape at the sight of the "dark one" being snuggled.

to be fair, now charming's in on the explaining over there, and looking torn between between cautious, confused, and hesitant, and secretly-a-little-proud because he got points for the matchmaking assist over here, no matter how (unsure) he may be about the match itself. ] There's only one person in this room I see.

Perhaps not, but being different from the rest of them can be terribly isolating. [Yep. That happened. Deal with it. He is extremely satisfied by that snuggling and this has become a high school slow dance. Way less effort. Also necessary because Belle makes him a dumb teenager to such an extent that he can't even put too much concern into his words and it's mostly an afterthought. Belle doesn't care. He knows that... deep down anyway.

Also somewhere Jefferson's going HALE NAW and planning on smacking Charming's shit up, because he totally made this ship happen, okay? Okay. No credit for you, bro.

He looks down at her, kinda smirking.] Well, now that you've mention it... It does seem emptier, doesn't it?

[ she'll take that smirk of his and offer him a conspiratorial smile in return ] A ballroom of our very own.

In that case... [Since no one's paying them any attention in their little world- this mean's you, Granny, who could probably fit a crossbow in her purse- he gives her a little spin.] Wouldn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of my better moves, now would we?

[Actual sixteen year old Rumpelstiltskin. Look, this is way classier than other moves he could possibly be doing.]

[ ihu

her whole face lights up with uncontrolled giggles at the sudden exuberant move and she happily follows suit, before drawing closer to him again. ]

I knew you were holding out on me.

[lies.

He is so stupidly enamored with her that when her face lights up, his does too. And now he really isn't aware of anyone else outside of their little bubble. Hell, he's barely aware of the insecurity he felt five minutes ago. It's him. It's Belle. And that's all that matters.]

Don't get your hopes up. I might still step on your feet before the night is over.

[ she catches onto something in that which prompts a glint in her eye ] So I do get more than one dance.

Well, for a moment there, I was concerned someone might sweep you off your feet, but I just don't see that happening. [Normally, he's oozing confidence to the point of obscenity, but Belle has a way of humbling him, and when it all comes tumbling back, it tumbles back hard. He has swagger.]

Well, no one ever said you couldn't do the sweeping yourself. [ as she playfully laughs along and gets all into their disney movie parallel scene she doesn't even notice someone's walking up behind gold until it's too late.

a hand taps his shoulder ...

GUESS WHO. ]

[It takes approximately .5 seconds to wipe a dorky smile off Gold's face and make him all business.

And by all business, I mean teeth-gritting I-will-fuck-you-up all mafia business.]

Your majesty. [He doesn't even have to look, okay. He just knows.] I hope you're not terribly attached to that finger.

6 SEEMS TO BE YOUR LUCKY NUMBER. Look maybe Belle is just a dancing queen.

this be disney canon.

Somewhere there are gonna be tea kettles singing. Or people who used to be tea kettles singing.

WHO LEFT THE TEA ON AT GRANNY'S....

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oh right we said this had to happen...

suddenly canon