[If. The game of hesitating moves falls back to his turn and his throat catches around and attempt to swallow. there's no good looking round to see if everyone's stopped dancing, now, if they're all looking. Somehow it feels certain that they are. This is some kind of monumental thing. Like the moon landing.
He gasps, air breaking through the tightness in his throat, and closes his eyes tightly in the instant
→ we are not what you think we are we are golden
He gasps, air breaking through the tightness in his throat, and closes his eyes tightly in the instant