A birthday drabble for @rxciful
The past.....
A small nervous step. One two three, one two three, one two three. He was surprisingly good at it despite the nervous glances he kept making to her feet and then back to her face. A blush on his face, it still was hard for him to hold even her hand, her warm tender touch of a angel. He didn’t deserve it.
She raised a eyebrow at him while doing the steps of the song slowly. “Is this correct, Satanick?”
A quick nod from her companion. It was correct. She was doing really well at it in his opinion. She was beautiful at doing it. He couldn’t say such words though, they got stuck in his throat as soon as he tried. Instead a nervous and soft laugh escaped and that's all as they continued to glide across the floor.
One two three, one two tree, one two three.
Finally she stopped him, her hand resting comfortably still on his arm as they stopped for a brief break.
“Thank you for teaching me Satanick, I rather appreciate it you know. You are very good at this.” Her smile was small as she looked up to him. He could remember when those eyes were more still, more doll like, but now they shined beautifully, a moon’s light reflecting on his own darkened ones. He didn’t have words for her anymore, he never had words for her. He didn’t even have actions for her, too awkward to even carry them out when he wished.
She always knew what he wanted though, and she leaned forward to capture him in the kiss that he had stood there wishing he could give her. She knew him too well already in this short time they have been together. Soulmates he supposed was the word for it, were they really? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted to stay together with her always, and forever.
She broke the kiss and offered her hand to him again. “Shall we continue?”
A nod and then they were off again, shoes clicking on the hard floor of the ballroom.
One two three, one two three, one two three.
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.....and the future.....
“Don’t have ta lie about knowing to dance if you’re that good at it you know. I woulda danced with you anyways refi.”
His teasing voice is the only sound besides their shoes that echos through the corridor. But of course, it wouldn’t be spending time with the Pitch devil if he was quiet, that could never happen. His voice carried all their actions as they led them, a companion always there. She loved it though.
A eyebrow raised at him. “Oh? Maybe i’m better at it then I thought, I generally do not know how to dance though i’ve done it before.”
A grin sent back. “Yeah, yeah done this before I can tell. Guess I can understand wanting a excuse to dance with me though, I am really great at it.”
A chuckle from her and a tease back. Back and forwards, back and forwards, back and forwards. The teasing continued to the invisible music of their dance like always. It was comforting, familiar. Something always there to combat the changing world outside.
One two three, one two three, one two three.
The sound of twisted metals dragging across his head and mind was quieter. The fog was quieter. The static was quieter. It never fully went away. But she shined brighter than all the sounds inside of him, shined brighter than the world itself. She was everything in his attention right now, and she was everything to him.
He leans in for a kiss as they stopped, her letting it go even deeper and hands going to his behind. Nuzzling, squeezing, rubbing. Oh it was all so good. Everything that they shared was something incredible to him, to his broken mind, and he felt more for her then even the word love. For it was hard to describe someone who stuck by someone who pushed all else away, who cared for nothing but those very few; hard to describe the feelings she had for someone like this as love. And hard for him to describe the feeling of actual empathy and caring he had for her as only love. Soulmates? She rather thought so.
The dance turned into something else but neither minded as their bodies touched and danced and twisted into one. A new dance for them to enjoy whenever they wanted. For it was with eachother; eachother and not anyone else. Just like she liked it to be, for him to stay with her and only her. The one who treated him right, the one who treated him like how he deserved. A chance to show that love she had for the one who he was even in the past.
It was only right then that he took his place. A new being in the soul of a old one. But she thinks that she is growing to prefer this one as the wedding ring he had given her twisted on her finger.
One two three, one two three, one two three.
....are both the same.
