sloth.
Shane is five feet away from the farmer.
She's fluttering around, talking to everybody else but him. That's an exaggeration, of course; she simply hasn't made their way to him yet. Yet. Shane shuffles a little bit in to himself, suddenly conscious at the arrival of the 'beloved' farmer. She's smiling over Pierre's Tub o' Flowers; she's laughing at something Clint said; she's running around with the kids.
Shane doesn't want to make it obvious that he's watching, but he finds it hard not to watch. He taps his feet on the ground to the sound of the music Lewis is playing, and makes no move to come any nearer to her than he should be.
lust.
Suddenly, there she is. She's spotted him and is making her way to him. Shane swears he's not intoxicated; no, not yet; but the way her hair flows with the wind and the way the flowers match her eyes has his head reeling. The way her lips curl up in to a smile before she's even stopped in front of him makes his heart hurt a little. Not in the way it usually does; it pinches, urges him to do something, to say something. Call her beautiful. Say she's all he's ever thought about since the Zuzu City Tunnelers game. Ask her if she feels the same way.
But how could he?
gluttony.
"Mmm... excellent sauce." Shane slurps through the bowl, slightly embarrassed at himself. But it makes the farmer laugh, and it fills his stomach with something other than nerves, so he keeps at it. "Ah, this green stuff is spicy!" Shane says as he munches through the pepper that slid in to his mouth. (He's desperate at this point; trying to buy himself some time, finding the words that just won't come to him.) "... Ow." He's bitten his tongue. The farmer is in peals of laughter now, her giggles wracking her body and her smile so wide Shane's sure it probably hurts her cheeks by now. He's smiling now, too.
pride.
"... Yes?"
The farmer looks thoughtful, and for a moment; just a moment; Shane hopes she'll beat him to it. She'll ask him if he could be her dance partner, and although he's never done it- came in to the Flower Dance tradition late, and the only other option he had to dance with was Emily, who he didn't want to take away from Clint- he'll try. He'd try anything for her.
"Nevermind." she says with her kind smile.
Shane does nothing but let her leave.
greed.
The farmer makes her way to the other side of the table, where Shane watches her listens to Abigail lament about the dance, and Sam complain about his allergies. Come back, Shane wants to call out. Already, the farmer is shining a little bit brighter around them. He wants to reach out and keep some of her brightness for himself; wants her to reserve that special smile of hers for him and him alone.
envy.
Shane knows, even without having to hear the exact question. "You want to be my partner for the flower dance?" Sebastian's nonchalant response echoes over to Shane. (His heart aches again; this time, in a not-so good sense.) He dares himself to glance over- and just in time, it seems- as Sebastian's lips tug in to a gentle smile. "Okay. I look forward to it." he tells the farmer, who excitedly makes her way to Lewis. Shane glares in Sebastian's general direction. Sam is still sneezing, and Abigail is mentioning how happy she is that she doesn't have to dance. Sebastian looks generally bored, and Shane feels the anger bubble in his stomach. Doesn't he know how lucky he is?
Lewis strikes up the music, and the disgruntled teens make moves to get in to their attire- blue suits for the bachelors and cotton white dresses for the bachelorettes. (Sans the farmer, who stays in her usual outfit.) She grins brightly at Sebastian as she slides in to position between Maru and Haley. The notes to the flower dance song echo through the valley.
wrath.
Shane is still five feet away from the farmer.