Irish party - Wenclair Titanic AU
Hello!
For my fellow Titanic fans, I've been writing a Wenclair AU based loosely on the events from the movie. Chapter 6 is the Irish party scene, and I really proud of how it turned out. The party itself covers quite a bit of time, but there's a slow dance in there:
> Wednesday was where she had left her, against the panel, one shoulder leaned, watching the floor. Enid drew up beside her.
> "I'm a bad slow dancer," she said.
> Wednesday turned her head. "Pardon?"
> "I'm bad at slow dancing. I always have been. I had a dance master in San Francisco who told my mother I had two left feet and a third left foot in reserve, so if you were going to ask, which I was not assuming you were going to, but if—"
> Wednesday caught her hand.
> Not the wrist this time. Her palm slid into Enid's palm and her fingers folded gently around the back of Enid's hand, and she stepped away from the wall and led Enid out into the slow circle of the floor without saying anything at all.
> She set Enid's other hand on her shoulder. She set her own hand at Enid's waist, low, where the cotton of Enid's dress met the band of her sash. Her hand was warm through the fabric. She did not press. She simply rested it there as a piece of architecture, and then she stepped, and Enid stepped with her, and Enid began to discover she had not been a bad slow dancer her whole life—she'd been a girl whose partners did not know what they were doing.
> Wednesday knew. Her weight told Enid where to go a half-beat before Enid had to think about it. Her hand on Enid's waist guided turns Enid had not seen coming. There was just pressure and motion, and Enid, falling into it, found her feet were where they were meant to be.
> Wednesday's collar had fallen open another button at the dancing—Enid could see the line of her throat, the soft shadow at the base of it where her pulse was, working, fast for the slowness of the dance—and Enid was close enough that her cheek nearly touched Wednesday's temple.
> "You can dance," she said, into Wednesday's hair.
> "I was taught many years ago."
> "Of course you were."
> "I—" She paused and Enid could've sworn she saw her throat bob. "I have never enjoyed it before."