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One Last Dance
"Can I have a dance?"
A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.
Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.
"But I can't dance." I said.
I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.
"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."
This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”
Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.
I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.
A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.
I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”
He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”
Read Part 2 Here
One Last Dance- Part 2
Requested by @queenofautumn
I’m sorry this took me some time to write. I was very busy with my school lately.
Read part 1 here
We escaped to the nearest wood, hand in hand. I remembered how we used to dance in the dark wood casting all our fears aside. I felt the same kind of fearlessness took over me.
We sat down. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “how are we alive after all this years?”
“Can’t you tell?” he came closer and rested his hand in mine.
It felt like the force of our loves had diminished the inevitability of death and death couldn’t part us. I knew it. I felt sure about it.
“We’re reborn” he began in a whisper, slowly rising the voice by each syllable, “just to be together.”
“And this time,” said I, “no one can stop us.”
When you're very much an anti-monarchist but still like swishy gilded dresses and crowns for the aesthetic
at the last breath your soul keeps looking for some dead lost portions of yours. You wreathed each and every corner of the place you called home. Magical box present at the most left side of your cupboard took your attention. The red box reminds you of someone and some precious days. You cannot hold the inner elation at finding something you already lost the memories of. The steady grip to protect the last pieces of your lover is breathtaking.
You smiled as the memories flashed about the box. How happy and blessed you felt when you got the most unexpected gift from the most expected person. You cannot content the feeling of starting your love life on the sweetest note. With the calmness you opened the old wood.
The torn and old petals of rose justify the trueness of your lover. You still preserved those blood red roses which hide a long brief love letter. Rusted pale sheet inked few portions about you yet the feelings are still freash. That love letter which you repeatedly read each time you missed your lover. The feeling of love is in air back then also and still now. The surprise box still carries your lover locket. You asked him for that. Believing in love started from wearing a piece of your lover. Blissfully you touches all your last remiances of your partner. The heart feels like a rose garden, filled with red roses and freash aroma. Yet the presence of thrones drag you to the reality of not sharing the acceptance of love again with your lover. He left the soul of the earth but you still have his soul inside you.
It's always been me tiptoeing to kiss you and not you bend down to kiss me.
For my next prompt entry, I did a little playing card design of my harlequin character, Pandora! Along with being lineless- I just really wanna make each piece slightly different from the other to actually keep challenge going myself
𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.
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Hello everyone. My name is Rae, and I'm here to provide you with your daily dose of fantasy.
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