#{ Satya is so lowkey gay it hurts omfg }

[liluura]

teach winter how to dance, symm

@scattersouls // A lesson in etiquette.

The music was a dull backdrop to Satya’s evening, hardly much in the ways of entertainment but it was idle noise and it helped her focus. It kept her mind to the quiet lyrics and away from the litany of questions and business that ever plagued her thoughts; kept order.

It was ritualistic that Satya would clean her house on the top of the hour at seven PM, maintain it thoroughly with a strict regime. She would start upstairs then meticulously work her way down. 

It was as she was scrubbing the sides clean, descaling the sink area, that she habitually just started swaying to the music; not quite dancing but adjusting her cleaning to a rhythm. A small hum parted her lips, the soft scrubbing matching the beat and tempo.

It was a low chuckle that broke Satya from her revere, her gaze snapping upwards to Winter Schnee who had, prior, been working on her own projects though now her icy eyes seemed to rest solely upon the Architect who had frozen like a deer in headlights.

“I do suppose you did say you danced…” Winter mused, shrugging as she glances down to her papers once more to save Satya the embarrassment of being caught in the act. “My father insisted I learn how to dance for the balls he threw but it as never quite my forte.”

That embarrassment waned quickly and Satya arched a slender brow. Now, when Winter Schnee who was the epitome of elegance said dancing was not her thing, Symmetra was going to call bullshit. 

“Nonsense.” She remarks, fingers tapping to the counter before stepping over. “It is just like fighting and you are apt enough with your sword that those skills should carry over. Up.” The word is a command, finger beckoning the Specialist over; A Specialist who was reluctant at best to heed the command though, with coaxing Winter did relent and pull herself to her feet and approach the Atlesian woman.

“Now, dancing is a fluid movement that carries from one pose to another like your sword training and yet, you are using your arms as your main tool; your body is an extension of your core.” Satya’s hands settle upon Winter’s hips, guiding them with the quiet buzz of music; left to right, to left-…

“Usually, you find a loss of what to do with arms at this point but that is an act of improvisation and an art to perfect depending upon the music.” She continues, stepping a little closer and pulling her own arms away to extend up and then out in serpentine motions before settling upon Winter’s side once more. 

It was more than clear that there was some… hesitation and reservation about merely throwing herself into this and Satya could see it over the Specialists face. Would this truly hurt her pride? Who knew but she was not about to press too greatly. 

“Perhaps… something closer to-…” Words trickled away and with a small inhale, Satya moved into Winter’s personal space; moved flush with her hands slowly but surely curling around the other’s form. She offered no words now, resting her head to Winter’s shoulder as the Specialist soon returned the embrace and a slow swaying hug commenced.

“Satya…” Winter spoke after a moment, unmoving from the sweet embrace they held. “I can dance, I merely do not care to…” A Schnee being unable to dance? Somewhat unheard of and it would be an embarrassment to show up her father in such a way.

“I appreciate the sentiment.” 

“… Ah.” Satya’s face darkened ever so slightly, throat clearing as she motioned to pull away from their small moment of ill-timed swaying to music that had stopped playing at some point. “Think… little of it, Winter.” 

If it were anyone else that were trying to guide Satya back to return to their quiet moment, the woman would have snorted and pulled herself free but this was calming so she merely leaned herself back against Winter until either of them deemed the contact too much or Satya suddenly remembered the remaining cleaning she had left to do-…

One or the other.