#this is so toothrottingly sweet i’m sorry if it’s cringe 😍

[hathay]

the idea of dancing with jamil viper makes me physically ill. fallen to my knees ill. like imagine telling him you don’t know how to dance a dance like the waltz. (yk like his halloween card where he literally teaches epel.) (i’m smitten.) him nonchalantly offering to teach you and obviously taking him up on the offer. him outstretching his hand and taking yours into it. your hands fitting so perfectly in the others. his hand on your upper back, the skin underneath burning because of his touch on you, as all he wishes to do is hid in his hood just in case his face takes on a mind of its own and reveals just how flustered it all makes him in the moment. he’d move his gaze to the ground and tell you to try to mimic his movements, once you get the footwork down (after quite a few stumbles and small laughter shared between the two of you), he’d twirl the two of you together, the wind it created lightly brushing against your faces and hair. the dim light creating such an intimate air, barely showing the stars in both of your eyes as you share a dance. him lightly giving small praises about how you’re doing so well and you blaming it all on having such a good teacher. his gaze now locked on yours as you both suppressing small smiles because you’re utter fools. both admiring the small details you can only see on one’s face when you are as close in proximity as you two are in the moment, taking in how much you wouldn’t rather have anyone else in your hold.