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Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Hana’s a singer, she’s a previous musician but dancing wasn’t particularly her thing. Annabelle would know this, based off of how her most well common dance moves was her hips swaying childishly from one side to another. The brunette enjoyed hearing music blasting through the speaks, the beat as heavy as the lyrics that spilled out passionately in a singer’s mouths. Sitting around, besides one another. Palms pressed into each other and thumbs picking sides to avoid each other. A simple game of thumb wrestling between laughter.
A familiar melody starts to play off through the shuffle remixes and Annabelle turns her head to the younger’s direction. An idea forms in her head and she’s reaching over to hold Hana’s hands with hers, attempting to push her up and on her feet in order to bask away into the enjoyment of each other’s company. To dance around like foolish, drunken pals when they’re sober.
❝Anna, no.❞ Familiarity in the way her name rolls off of the younger’s mouth and she chuckled in amusement.
She always thought of Hana as someone who wasn’t afraid of anything at all, who was a risk taker and enjoyed doing all she wanted. So seeing the timid movements, a slight hesitation when she wanted nothing more than to break the stress by releasing it all in front of each other only. It was actually a surprise.
Annabelle doesn’t give up, she wanted her to have a good time. Wanting to loosen up instead of carrying these walls to hide who she most likely was in front of people who are close. She really wants to see her dance, wanted to share a couple of moves herself and dancing could be some unusual therapeutic medicine for the both of them. ❝Just one dance, just ease up -- I know you’re not really a grandma, right?❞
The teasing comment was enough for the younger to scoff in disbelief, suddenly getting up and onto her feet in order to join the other. Watching her arm extend outwards in order to play the music back from the beginning, letting the melody of the song flow into the air and they grasp a hold of the music once again.
And they dance, dance the way no one could ever see them whenever they were home alone. Forcing themselves to wake up from heavy slumber when their eyelids doesn’t want to come to an open. Hips swaying from left to right, moving to the rhythm and in the glimpse of Annabelle’s eyes she watched the way the latter grows more comfortable. Showing a genuine smile when the both of them sang lyrics from the top of their lungs to match the volume of the music.
When the song finally has closure, another plays. The tempo is more slower but it flows beautifully against the set of piano keys pressing down on the fingers. Hana doesn’t mind, wrapping her arms around the latter’s waist in order to playfully share a slow dance. It’s more of an embrace, a secure one. Feet moving to one side, then one after the other. Four steps to memorize and then they turn.
❝I like this.❞ Her friend managed to speak up, Hana pulls away briefly to meet gazes with the woman who’s strands of hair were cascading off the sides of her shoulders.
Chuckling quietly, tongue swiped across her upper lip. ❝What?❞
Was it obvious? The saddening emotion that she carried for months, years even. Perhaps, every emotion is temporary but to be happy is hard to obtain for someone like herself. When someone can hold out that emotion to her, she feels it -- the sense of joy that she always admired. Loved when she can actually bring happiness to another. The way she makes Annabelle smile the past half an hour between chuckles and quick dances. Oh, the beauty of a smile on one’s lips.
Maybe one day she can overcome it, the unbearable feeling of desolation.
