While it might not be the end of the night just yet for the rest of the students, it's the end of the night for Merlin and Imogen, who've slipped out early to trade dancing in the crowded Central Green for flying in the cool October air. Glancing in the girl's direction briefly as they walk toward her dorm to fetch their brooms, Merlin smiles to himself and pushes his hands into the pockets of his slacks. It had been a good night. Not the sort of romantic night some of the other pairs may've been aiming for, but he'd never expected that. This was Imogen, after all.
Still, he finds himself wondering if she had a good time too.
Rather than asking, though, he quips with a grin, "Hope it won't be too humiliating that I'm a better dancer and a better flyer than you."
Imogen, boppers askew on her head, gives a resounding shrug.
"There's this thing people say about assuming," she demurs. "How's it go again?"
Merlin's quip is a ballsy offering to someone who needlessly benched two opponents the last time she flew competitively. Not that she's got anything to prove tonight. Competitive streak or no, flying is fun and fun is flying, and the excited buzz of the crowded dance floor still glimmers under the skin. It hasn't been a bad night. Not at all.
Merlin knows what Imogen means. Anyone would. But he feigns ignorance, tilting his head back and shrugging his slim shoulders and continuing to smile at the dark sky for a moment, "Not sure I've heard that one." After a pause, though, he glances back at her and reaches out to pull her bopper back into alignment. "...Hey. Good call on this, though. The brooms. And everything."
Edited (A million years later! Do not feel obligated to respond to this. asdfoihasdf ) 2019-11-09 17:31 (UTC)
END OF THE NIGHT
Merlin & Imogen
Still, he finds himself wondering if she had a good time too.
Rather than asking, though, he quips with a grin, "Hope it won't be too humiliating that I'm a better dancer and a better flyer than you."
Merlin & Imogen
"There's this thing people say about assuming," she demurs. "How's it go again?"
Merlin's quip is a ballsy offering to someone who needlessly benched two opponents the last time she flew competitively. Not that she's got anything to prove tonight. Competitive streak or no, flying is fun and fun is flying, and the excited buzz of the crowded dance floor still glimmers under the skin. It hasn't been a bad night. Not at all.
Merlin & Imogen