#daft ball

[shadehoup]

All hail the Daft Gods

[aeluromania-blog]

Reedies, a great number of you are beautiful and wonderful people. Thanks for making a senior's last Daft Ball solidly excellent. <3

[heartstringsandprecogthings-blog]

Spinning, Spinning (meant to be read aloud)

I catch someone's eyes on mine as I do one of my twirls and I am smiling, smiling. My phone is taped to the inside of my skirt pocket, weighing down the hem of it and thunking against my thigh. My shirt is wrapped around my hand, my white knee socks and white bra glowing under the blacklights. My feet are tapping, my hips are sweeping, my hands are circling, and I am spinning, spinning. 

I dance with a darling, making dramatic, smiling faces at each other. We circle close, far, then make a mockery of ballroom dance. Our arms entwine and his pupils widen as the night drags on, on.

I dance with an acquaintance, and let my shirt-free hand reach back to tousle his hair. I catch a punch to the face as a dancer's enthusiasm takes their hand to my face height. An accident, of course. The man I dance with turns on them, and I dislike his anger. All is love in the dance hall. No room for testosterone rage. I leave him and dance with old dorm mates. Their styles vary and their limbs wave, their bodies are fluid and their energy ebbing, ebbing.

I close my eyes and raise my elbows around my face, protecting delicate features from errant dancers' arms and fists. I am part of the scene, one in a mass of bodies and music. A good friend dances near me, and in fatigue at last I sink into his arms and we sway in such a silly way, cheeks pressed against each other, barely dancing but not giving in just yet. Not giving in just yet, the night is not done. Not giving in just yet, the night is still young; young, and we are dancing, dancing.