Hey everyone !
So, first of all, English isn't my maternal language because I'm french so I'm sorry for the mistakes in my little OS.
It's a simple trad of one of my OS which is also in french on my profile.
So... I wish you a good reading and don't hesitate to point out my mistakes please !
Thanks to SilverRide09 for your correction !
Pilou.
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Os : Dance
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They danced, again and again, in this ball of a thousand colors, of a thousand masked faces. They saw only the eyes of the other, green against carmine, emerald against ruby. Maybe, instinctively, they knew, they knew that the person they kissed with passion, the one whom was pressed against them was the only one that was able to tear their skin, to make them suffer and to kill them. But, they danced again and again, entangled together.
They hadn't had a childhood, and they don't know what love really was, but they danced, again and again. They forgot everything. The world. The war. The bad childhood. Nothing was of importance, just the other's lips, the other's hands, the other's body. But above all, the other's eyes.
The piano stopped playing, but they didn't separate. They sat huddled against each other, both broken by life, both orphans, both the same but so very different.
Tonight, they danced together. Tonight, their bodies merged. They didn't think of tomorrow, they just wanted to close this gap between them; this gap that was there since long ago.
They disappeared from the party, they left for someplace far away, for the place where they will unite completely, forgetting the pain, forgetting the cold, forgetting everything. There was nothing, they were nothing, and they refused to be anything else. This night, at this masquerade, they were themselves, they were two, and nobody could separate them.
Tomorrow, maybe they will kill each other, or maybe they will merge again to be convince themselves that it wasn't just a dream, that they weren't alone.
They don't know. For now, their bodies danced again with each other in this white bedroom, on this bed with black silk sheets. They didn't care about anything.
But the next day came. They awoke with each other; they watched each other eye to eye. They had forgotten the day before, and now they remember. But they don't want to lose this again, this thing that made them feel so alive. So, they merged again. Deciding to say "fuck you" to the world. They were two, they weren't alone, they didn't hurt anymore, and that was all that mattered now.
Maybe the prophesy was right. The Dark Lord didn't exist anymore. Neither did the survivor. They were just Tom and Harry, two orphans alone and broken by life, who had merged to stop the pain. Most importantly, they were happy, no ?
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Thanks for reading this and leave a review please.
I hope you liked it !
Pilou.