my fanfic; together we can grow ( T | FE16 | Hilda/Marianne | 13k )
Marianne does know how to dance, but Hilda's picked a simple step, which she's grateful for. Hilda's hand on Marianne's waist is warm, the one holding her hand is warmer still, and they start to move slowly across the dance floor, between other twirling couples. Hilda hums softly, along to the music. Marianne can see the silver glitter around her eyes, the smear of pale pink gloss on her lips marred slightly by cake crumbs.And as she watches Hilda, Marianne finds herself forgetting all the reasons why this is temporary, why this is wrong, why she should run. All she wants is to stay, in this golden-hued moment, shining in the lamplight, painted with sunset. With Hilda. When the dance ends, Hilda bows over Marianne's hand, bringing it to her lips, and leaves a pink stain behind. (READ ON AO3)
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