"Enamor Me", Tethys and any lady — prompt submitted by tumblr user tateyuri
enamor me: a [fluffy] drabble characters trying to woo one another
Before the war, the only dances Tana has any familiarity with are the traditional Frelian waltzes and a handful of Renaitian ballroom classics. But as she travels with the rest of the company in the wake of the havoc wreaked by the puppets of the Demon King, crossing over the borders of lands she has only studied and heard tales of within the safety of sturdy castle walls of mortar and stone, and with people she only ever imagined meeting in her dreams, she comes to learn of others as well — the deadly duets between blade and spear-point on bloodstained sands, and those of acrobatic mastery and no small amount of fearlessness conducted upon the back of pegasi and wyverns high above burning battlefields. Yet even in the cruelty and harshness of war, Tana learns of softer, kinder dances as well, of gentle ballets and lively jigs with comrades and friends around the fire in the cool desert nights, and though she refrains from dancing at first (she's so certain she'll make a fool of herself — Tana isn't the most gainly or coordinated princess, after all, especially on the dance floor) when a pair of strong, gentle hands pull Tana to her feet and guide her around the firelight, she finds that the steps aren't as foreign and strange to her as she'd imagined.
But her favorite of the dances Tana has come to learn over the course of their travels are the ones she shares with the owner of those same hands as the make elegant gestures in the air, the knowing look her kohl-rimmed eyes give Tana from across the camp, and the way those teasing lips always leave her shivering and yearning for more, and Tana tells herself that when this war is finally, finally over, she will ask Tethys for a proper dance.