[ Little's not exactly a man of action, and she'd kind of thought it would take him longer to work around to the idea... but nope, he's setting down his drink and... bowing (unexpected, but sweet in the way he so often is, shyly and carefully). Wynonna takes a last sip of her own drink — she gets the feeling she's going to need it — and reaches without hesitation to slip the fingers of her right hand into his palm. There's a moment where she wishes he wasn't wearing those ever-present knitted gloves — and, really, it's absurd that he's still wearing fingerless gloves, haven't they been over this? — before she dismisses it. It's not like it matters. ]
Not sure how much of a grace it is, but sure.
[ It's no grace at all, and she knows it, and he knows it... he knows how much blood is on her hands, he's seen her fight and shoot and kill with them. Her hands, long-fingered and strong, fit more naturally around Peacemaker's grip than they do curling around his fingers — and yet it feels nice. The brush of his fingers over hers, how easy it feels to take his hand and let him take the lead for once, even if it's so very briefly.
He is, in his own way, being bold just like she'd encouraged. She likes it, just like she likes the way the soft candlelight gleams off his epaulets and buttons the same way it shines off the ring she wears on its chain around her neck as she lets him lead her where he will. ]
...Do we actually know any of the same dances?
[ Almost definitely not. Maybe she can teach him the same two-step Raylan taught her. ]
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Not sure how much of a grace it is, but sure.
[ It's no grace at all, and she knows it, and he knows it... he knows how much blood is on her hands, he's seen her fight and shoot and kill with them. Her hands, long-fingered and strong, fit more naturally around Peacemaker's grip than they do curling around his fingers — and yet it feels nice. The brush of his fingers over hers, how easy it feels to take his hand and let him take the lead for once, even if it's so very briefly.
He is, in his own way, being bold just like she'd encouraged. She likes it, just like she likes the way the soft candlelight gleams off his epaulets and buttons the same way it shines off the ring she wears on its chain around her neck as she lets him lead her where he will. ]
...Do we actually know any of the same dances?
[ Almost definitely not. Maybe she can teach him the same two-step Raylan taught her. ]