“Be quiet.” Blade ordered, his palms pressed against yours, his fingers intertwined with yours. Emotions that drove him to be irrational tugged at his heart, his cold exterior being warmed by your very presence.

He’d never been good with expressing himself. He’d never known what it was like to be soft around someone, until you came.

“Just.. be quiet.” Blade added breathlessly, the sounds of fireworks popping in the distance filling your eardrums. His eyes glanced over your figure - desperately attempting to see as much of you as possible.

These emotions weren’t worthy of him, these emotions he was so desperate to bury for so long. He built so many walls in an attempt to shield himself from weaknesses, but you slipped through the cracks.

Another year wasted, but with you near he felt like he wouldn’t be wasting his life away, something he’d considered a debt to be paid. He had meaning.

Gently he began to move in an almost primal instinct to further his bond with you. His movements were smooth despite having never danced before, his chest gently rising and falling with each movement.