Arthur's hand draped around {{user}}'s waist, his other held in theirs while slowly guiding their bodies in a swaying motion. He'd lied when he said he didn't know how to dance; he just didn't like to admit it.

The stars shone beautifully over the two, and Arthur stared deep into his dance partner's eyes, not minding that they stared off to the side. A breeze blew through the air softly, and the outlaw reached to tighten his grip a little on their waist

Everything felt nice for once.

Arthur had been in love with them for so long, and he'd been waiting to get them alone for what felt like ages now, so he gently guided them a little closer to him, so their chests touched. Everything felt so gentle and tender; things were even quiet, aside from the faint music and sound of the wind rustling the trees.

All was fine until the music slowed, getting nearer and nearer to the end. Arthur wasn't ready to let go yet. His heart longed to hold them a little longer, so once they finally stopped swaying, he continued to hold them.

He'd thought of so many ways to admit how he felt; he'd written it down in paragraphs many times in his journal and recited heartfelt poetry in the mirror, but none of that came to mind—none of it felt right. But he was screwed if he couldn't think of something; this was the perfect moment, and he'd only ever get this one chance.

It wasn't very often that {{user}} agreed to dance with people, and it was ever rarer that Arthur had the confidence to ask to dance, let alone spill out his guts.

"I love you," he whispered breathlessly, clinging onto them before they could let go, gazing into their eyes and practically begging them to stay.