O.K. so I've only ever seen the Cirque du Freak movie and one day a friend and I were chatting about it and she said something that caught my attention. "If Daren was a girl, do you think they might have wound up together eventually?" So a whole ton of different scenarios danced through my brain for weeks and I finally just wrote one down. If anyone is OOC or something I am sorry but like I said I've never read the books and haven't seen the movie since it came out on DVD.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque du Freak. If I did I would be able to afford going to the movies and getting popcorn this weekend.
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We walked down another road; but this road was teeming with life, typical of a sleepless city. I was so used to empty roads.
It had been ten years of empty, night cloaked roads.
Ten years of traveling, but I have only physically aged two years. Mr. Crepsley had aged even less, but he had been far older than I when we met.
When I became his assistant.
When I stopped being human.
We cross a lighted street and soft music reaches my ear. Like a memory. A memory I longed for but never made real.
When I was so much younger I had imagined walking down a road like this one, I had imagined hearing music and feeling strong arms pull me into a surprising dance and then-
"You have that wistful look again; where are your thoughts lingering at present?"
I release a sigh as I am pulled from my dreamland.
"Just a silly thing" I replied flippantly.
Of course Mr. Crepsley wouldn't be deterred so easily "A very captivating silly thing, apparently."
I let out another sigh before replying "It's just something I imagined, you know, Before…"
"Ah." He knows what 'Before' means to me, Before is the time when I was just a regular human teenager, hanging out with friends, going to school, spending time with my family…Before was when I had a future. Or at least, one involving collage, a job, and a family. Like dad was always preaching.
And there goes that voice interrupting my musings again,
"What did you imagine?"
He had to ask, why does he always have to ask.
"It's stupid." I insist stubbornly.
"Tell me." He stubbornly insists.
"It's girly." Last ditch effort.
"…girly?" YES! He sounded put off that time, I might just get through this without embarrassment!
"Yeah, really girly. You don't want to hear it."
"I do." Darn it! I was so sure I was going to avoid this conversation.
"You don't." Please let it drop.
"Let me decide for myself." Of course he won't drop it.
"Fine."
…
"Well?" he prompts.
"Urh! If you really just need to know! I always imagined that one day I would have a great guy who would, I don't know, he would just be great. And I had this little…fantasy? I guess, of walking down a road one night, hearing music, and being swept into a dance. I told you it was stupid!"
I cross my arms and brace myself for the onslaught of haunty chuckles and playful insults I'm sure he'll bombard me with, but he surprised me. He didn't laugh, he just stared at me, seriously, like he was in deep thought about something.
"It is not stupid to desire a partner, Darra."
His eyes seemed to light up in mirth and harden in determination simultaneously, and before I could blink, he had pulled me into his arms, manipulating my body to move with his.
Surprise is too weak a word to describe what I felt right then, so is affection.
"Is this accurate to your fantasy?"
"No." I said, grinning so hard I thought my face would split, "This is much better."