#spisti

[sindria-headcanons]

Masrur, Ja'far and Spartos dancing?? What do they dance like? Are they good? Bad?

Masrur:

He. Doesn’t. Dance. Also, he doesn’t really know how, but he doesn’t want to learn either, he already has fun on Sindria’s festivals so why would he bother himself trying to learn how to dance? (Also, he’s a bit shy about it, he wouldn’t like to dance in a place where a lot of people could see him).

Jafar:

Jafar doesn’t like to dance… when he’s sober. Drunk Jafar is a dancing machine, he can dance absolutely anything, he doesn’t do it very well, but he’s so happy and motivated everytime he dances on festivals that everyone else loves to see him (Especially Sinbad).

Spartos:

He actually knows how to dance, but just ballroom dancing. As he’s a prince, he had to learn how to slow dance in Sasan just in case someday he would have to do it on a special event (When he met his fiancée, for example), but since he doesn’t have a fiancée or even a girlfriend, he doesn’t dance on Sindria’s festivals.

Sometimes Pisti convinces him to dance with her, he always tries to teach her how ballroom dancing works (Even when he’s a bit embarrassed because Pisti is just his friend… for now), but Pisti prefers free style, so he just ends up letting her dance however she wants while they hold hands like if they were dancing together.

[whitesuited]

she's  so  far  within  her  own  head  that  she  doesn't  notice  him  until  he's  on  the  other  side  of  the  table  from  her  -----------  too  close  and  too  late  for  even  an  attempt  to  alter  the  way  she  must  look  right  now.

being  unsure  of  how  long  she's  been  sitting  here  alone  doesn't  help;  head  bent  and  half  her  face  hidden  by  a  combination  of  hands  and  hair. (  she  just  knows  it  hasn't  been  long  enough. )  this  isn't  the  first  time  he's  seen  her  after  everything's  gone  to  shit;  and  while  she  knows  it  certainly  won't  be  the  last,  it  doesn't  mean  she  particularly  likes  him  seeing  her  on  the  verge  of  caving  in. (  falling  apart  isn't  something  she's  supposed  to  do,  and  certainly  not  in  front  of  company.  )

          "they  lost  contact  this  morning  with  three  agents  we've  been  coordinating  with  in  latveria,"    she  still  refuses  to  look  up,  or  reveal  just  how  much  the  news  has  already  taken  it's  toll  on  her. all  she  can  see  is  a  sliver  of  him  between  the  tabletop  and  the  bottom  of  her  hands  ---------  waiting  for  him  to  shift  one  way  or  the  other. "they  fucked  up,  or  i  fucked  up,  i  haven't  figured  it  all  out  yet."  but  it's  only  a  matter  of  time  before  she's  putting  that  weight  on  her  shoulders  regardless.

❝      i’m  not  really  the  advice  type,    but  i  am  damn  good  at  coming  up  with  distractions  to  forget  the  bullshit  for  a  while. ❞      /        @dicbolical​.

he  can't  see  the  way  she  chews  at  her  lip,  letting  his  offer  sink  in. "that's  fine,"  she  exhales  a  half - hearted  laugh  as  fingers  push  their  way  through  her  hair. "i'm  shit  at  taking  any  advice,  you  know  that."  finally  pulling  the  blonde  curtain  off  her  face  long  enough  for  her  to  see  him  fully  (  and  he  can  see  her  ), she  offers  up  a  smile  as  best  she  can  before  it  falls  back  into  place  as  soon  as  she  lets  go. 

          "what  kind  of  distractions?"