❃ ( pandora )
❃ = dancing with them | @pandorawiley
Dance with me.
In the short time he had known her, Pandora had proved herself to be an unpredictable girl. The opposite of Finnegan, who enjoyed routine, enjoyed the expected. He was sitting still in the pew, merely watching her as she started dancing around, doing what he always did with her; sitting back, letting her do her own thing, letting her control the tide. She did what she wanted to when she wanted to do it and Finn was simply along for the ride. Her hands were wrapped around his wrist, the small girl trying to pull him up from his seat, though her attempts were futile. He was a giant compared to her, he was a mountain that she couldn’t move.
“Dance with me!”
She demanded again, still pulling on his wrist. Finn hated dancing, he was awful at it and barely had any experience with it. If Finn was the mountain, Pandora was the water. Graceful, weightless, swift. She moved like a ballerina, using the altar like a stage before she set her sights on him, a gentle smile on his face as he watched. It was almost voyeuristic, watching her like this, as if no one else was in the room, like he wasn’t supposed to be seeing it. As much as he hated dancing, he was relieved when she approached him with a smile on her face, demanding he dance with her.
“Fine, fine.” Finn finally relented, something Pandora knew very well would happen just with a simple demand and a soft pout. “But if we’re dancing, we’re doing it like this.” He made a demand of his own, standing straight in front of her, his arms held out in waltz position. Pandora made no sound, instead only fixing him with a incredulous look. “It’s the only way I can dance. Either we do it this way or we’re not doing it at all.” The expression was still on her face but she put her hand in his anyway, moving her small body closer to his.
He lead their dance, moving quickly around the room, laughter pouring out of him as they waltzed, the previously weightless girl being dragged along slightly with the stiff way of the dance. It was silent besides their laughter, no electricity, no music to fill the air, which surprisingly didn’t bother them. They didn’t need the music. The fast pace of the dance slowed down, naturally, as if the music swelled and quieted down into something soft. Their laughter had stopped, replaced with soft smiles.
“My grandmother taught me how to dance.” Finn admitted, breaking the silence. “She taught all of us, actually.” He rarely spoke about himself, much less his family, not even to Aster. Pandora was pressed against his chest, her cheek to his shirt as they swayed, his chin resting on top of her hair. She moved her head to face him, looking up at him with large eyes. She could feel his heart racing, blinking expectantly at him, knowing the natural progression of faces angling towards each other, incing closer.
It never came. Instead Finn released his hold on her, like he always did when they were close to kissing. Pandora hated it. Finn hated it too. No matter what, no matter the state of the world, no matter how many times he had broken his vows, he was still a priest. Not even she could change that.