"come and dance~" //hello again love ;u;
Send me “Come and dance” for my muses reaction to yours taking their hands and pulling them onto the dancefloor
✮ — The night was quiet. It must have been well past midnight, and yet Oxomoco remained awake. Bustling about her apartment, organizing certain things, cleaning this, messing with that—insomnia at its finest left her bored and anxious. She needed to busy herself with something, and really the only thing she could do was clean. Reading was out of the question for once, because it required sitting still—and sitting still wasn’t an option right now.
A tired yawn escapes her as she sets a stack of books in need of repair upon her coffee table, yellow eyes drowsily attempting to focus on the words that were sprawled out and faded on the brown leather of what seemed to be a history book. She usually took the older books, like these ones, home with her as to repair in private. She’s had too many experiences where people get curious and try to mess with books in repair. Oxomoco shook her head at the memories of such things, instead reaching over to grab her stereo remote and turn on something to maybe ease her nerves.
It was nights like these were Oxomoco was most oblivious. Most off-guard. On a normal day, she would have heard the front door opening and closing—but not now. So of course, when Jose had entered the quaint apartment, she had been absolutely unaware. She was busy putting away candles, finding the scents relaxing. But when she felt the touch of another lingering on her figure, taking hold of both hands—which had been holding onto a candle—she seemed to awaken immediately. Her figure flinched, eyes grew wide. For a moment, she was tempted to yell—but she didn’t. There was a scent, a look that told her it wasn’t necessary. She knew this man.
” Wait… ”
The Aztecan murmured as she slowly begun to turn her figure towards the other, his hands instead shifting to her waist as to guide her towards the open living room, a sway in his step present. Her figure seemed to fall into rhythm with his own, instinctively. It was him; it was Jose. There was a sense of agitation that rose in her mind, yet it was overcome by simple joy and relief that he was okay—and he had come back. He was home, he was there, and she was no longer left to wonder if he lived or not. All words had left her now as tanned fingers moved to embrace either side of his face, pulling him close until their foreheads collided gently. The sway in their steps and movements remained present, even as she felt a light tremor pass through her.
” —…Welcome home, estralla… “
Jose had always been a very bold man; he would not hesitate to sweep young women off their feet and take them home for the evening, or tell anyone just exactly what he thought of them, no matter how harsh the truth. And yet, he doubted his courage at that moment. He stood in front of her door for what seemed like an infinite span of minutes, her key in hand. She had every reason to turn him away; she'd probably already moved on. Jose winced at his thoughts. That was what he feared the most: he'd finally return home—back from war—and find her in the arms of another.
Faintly, he could hear her turn the radio on through the door and he smiled—a quiet rhythm pulsing throughout him as it always did. Oh how he missed dancing with her; it was a passion that they both understood and could share with each other. It was what brought them together in the first place.
And perhaps it could bring them together once more.
Suddenly fueled by his new-found courage, Jose opened the door slowly so that he wouldn't alert her. He had already formulated a plan—a perfect vision of how they could be reunited. And yet he froze the moment his auburn eyes took sight of her. His memory of her did not do her justice; he was just so... captivated to finally look at her once more. Honestly, he was afraid that he'd never get the chance to again. He watched her in her preoccupied hustle, lips parted slightly and heart pumping in an awkward offbeat to the music ringing in his ears. If he could've stayed there for the rest of eternity, simply watching her, he would have. But it still wasn't enough.
Elusively, he moved behind her, picturing his form in comfortable fit around hers but somehow managing to restrain himself until the perfect moment. He placed his hands on her confidently and waited for her reaction, his heart nearly skipping a beat in anticipation. There was absolutely no thought to the way they moved—it was entirely second nature to the both of them. But, when his eyes finally met hers, he began to wonder if he was even still on earth. In that instant, it felt as if he really had died and she was a quick glimpse at heaven. But she was real. She was certain.
Regardless, as she moved his face to her's, his emotions overwhelmed him. Watery eyes watched her and his smile quivered under the weight of the moment.
"I'm never leaving you—I'm... I'm home."
