[ Ignis' entire expression brightens and while he isn't an old man by any means, the eagerness knocks years off, making him look much younger. Arthur can't help but smile a bit in response, the energy infectious. ]
It is categorized as rhythm and blues for a reason. [ So hey, he picked up on one half of it without knowing modern genres. ] Both. At least, my mom was incapable of listening to it without dancing along.
[ The sound of the music on the gramophone changes subtly, sounding less like a studio recording and gaining more of the compression and fuzz of something being played on a small radio. There's a slight echo to it, as if the sound were bouncing off of tile.
(How he remembers it best, really–hearing his mother playing it in the kitchen when she'd be making dinner.)
A few seconds later, it skips back to the clarity of the higher-quality audio. ] You didn't dance to anything more upbeat? No swing?
[He's talking about the shift in the quality of the music, of course. While the quality has gone down, there is a more authentic sound to it this way. Ignis imagines a different scene than Arthur does, but it has the same homey feel: himself and his uncle sitting at a table late at night working on his homework with the radio on the mantle softly playing. They were already out of style when he was a boy, but his uncle still preferred it over the "newfangled" technology.
It's a little disappointing when the music changes back to the better quality, but Ignis is distracted from it by Arthur's question.]
I'm afraid, for the most part, I was just learning what was fit for a member of the royal family to dance to at a ball. The only way my king would pay attention to the instructor was if I was there.
[Ignis would have been more upset if he didn't find the history of the dancing interesting. If nothing else, it gave him something to talk to people at the ball about that wasn't politics and policies. He'd broken quite a bit of ice like that.]
I did learn a few things on my own speaking to the instructor after classes, but I've not ever given it a try with anyone. One dances she mentioned was called the tango. I have no idea if that one is familiar to you or not.
[Arthur seemed to know what waltzes and ballads were, but the tango was more of an ethnic dance on Eos, so Ignis isn't certain the name will translate.]
[ Despite the drop in sound quality, Ignis responds positively to it, a nostalgic expression settling over his features. His gaze goes far and away for a bit, something he notes—maybe Ignis has similar memories to his own; listening to music with a loved one nearby.
Carefully, he tunes the track into the more tinny radio sound, letting it play out this time. ]
Member of the royal family—are you a prince or something? Do I need to refer to you by your majesty? [ Arthur's eyebrows go up in surprise, a grin slowly forming as the shock fades. Ignis is not the kind of person, he thinks, who would be wholly comfortable throwing his title around.
Those hardly matter here, anyway. Besides, he has a more important morsel of information to digest: the tango. ]
I'm very familiar. Learned how to do it years ago. [ With that, there's a flicker of an image, sent over their weak connection—Arthur, looking quite a bit younger, reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors found in dance studios. Unlike his more sober suit and tie, he's wearing a tightly woven mesh top that shows the bare skin underneath in the studio lights. On his feet are tall heels, a patent black with a cherry red underside. ] Do you wanna give it a go?
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Date: 2026-02-10 04:59 am (UTC)It is categorized as rhythm and blues for a reason. [ So hey, he picked up on one half of it without knowing modern genres. ] Both. At least, my mom was incapable of listening to it without dancing along.
[ The sound of the music on the gramophone changes subtly, sounding less like a studio recording and gaining more of the compression and fuzz of something being played on a small radio. There's a slight echo to it, as if the sound were bouncing off of tile.
(How he remembers it best, really–hearing his mother playing it in the kitchen when she'd be making dinner.)
A few seconds later, it skips back to the clarity of the higher-quality audio. ] You didn't dance to anything more upbeat? No swing?
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Date: 2026-02-18 02:31 am (UTC)[He's talking about the shift in the quality of the music, of course. While the quality has gone down, there is a more authentic sound to it this way. Ignis imagines a different scene than Arthur does, but it has the same homey feel: himself and his uncle sitting at a table late at night working on his homework with the radio on the mantle softly playing. They were already out of style when he was a boy, but his uncle still preferred it over the "newfangled" technology.
It's a little disappointing when the music changes back to the better quality, but Ignis is distracted from it by Arthur's question.]
I'm afraid, for the most part, I was just learning what was fit for a member of the royal family to dance to at a ball. The only way my king would pay attention to the instructor was if I was there.
[Ignis would have been more upset if he didn't find the history of the dancing interesting. If nothing else, it gave him something to talk to people at the ball about that wasn't politics and policies. He'd broken quite a bit of ice like that.]
I did learn a few things on my own speaking to the instructor after classes, but I've not ever given it a try with anyone. One dances she mentioned was called the tango. I have no idea if that one is familiar to you or not.
[Arthur seemed to know what waltzes and ballads were, but the tango was more of an ethnic dance on Eos, so Ignis isn't certain the name will translate.]
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Date: 2026-02-18 03:03 am (UTC)Carefully, he tunes the track into the more tinny radio sound, letting it play out this time. ]
Member of the royal family—are you a prince or something? Do I need to refer to you by your majesty? [ Arthur's eyebrows go up in surprise, a grin slowly forming as the shock fades. Ignis is not the kind of person, he thinks, who would be wholly comfortable throwing his title around.
Those hardly matter here, anyway. Besides, he has a more important morsel of information to digest: the tango. ]
I'm very familiar. Learned how to do it years ago. [ With that, there's a flicker of an image, sent over their weak connection—Arthur, looking quite a bit younger, reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors found in dance studios. Unlike his more sober suit and tie, he's wearing a tightly woven mesh top that shows the bare skin underneath in the studio lights. On his feet are tall heels, a patent black with a cherry red underside. ] Do you wanna give it a go?