They dance.
Disclaimer: own nothing you recognize
Summery: Rather random, enjoy.
She danced in the moonlight not seeming to have a concern in the world, the night was neither warm nor cool it just was, one of those nights that one simply appreciates the beauty of living without wondering about sweat or shivers. The moon made a wash on the ground below it taking away all colors but light and shadow, it was simple in its beauty, and magical as any midsummer's night. Fireflies made an occasional appearance bringing starry light to the ground and lighting on night blossoms. Soft tinkling laughter escaped the young woman's lips as she danced in a pattern that only she understood, neither slow nor fast, it just was, like the night.
He watched her dance from the shadows pale and stark seemingly untouched by the nights beauty and magic, only affected by her, his entire being echoed with the dancing woman. He hesitated in moving towards her not wishing to interrupt the magic of her dance, he managed to resist her until he heard that care free laughter, it drew him like a moth to flame and he moved from the shadows tall and graceful with a darker seeming magic of his own. He approached the woman and reached out to touch her hair.
The woman turned from her dancing and saw him, the magic of her dance changed as she reached up to touch his cheek tenderly the night seeming to wrap itself around them leaving them alone in a world of light and shadow. They began dancing together arms wrapped around each other both graceful in their own ways, the magic's they brought with them mingling and seeming to sparkle around them in reflection. This was a night of magic and dreams and they did not wish it to end. The music that only they could hear crescendo's and he leans down to gently press a kiss to her lips. They do not move for a moment frozen in the kiss the night becoming a Tableau around them.
Time returned to its normal spin and the two parted company the man slipping back to his shadows and the woman soaking in the moonlight their eyes never leaving each other wistful and yearning for what cannot be.
As night bled into day the dancer became a student with hair still a little on the bushy side and a knack for learning and the man of shadows a cruel and distant potions master who refused to allow anyone close. But it is said that on clear moon filled nights when the fireflies sparkle as much as the stars and it is neither warm nor cool that a dancer waits beckoning her man of shadows into the moonlight to prove a love that could never survive the light of day.
Author's note: ok I have no idea where this came from seriously but I kind of like it hope you do too, R&R not sure if this is a one shot or a possible multiple shot I want to know your opinions on this. Enjoy and flames shall be taken into consideration and used for my incense.
Disclaimer: own nothing you recognize
Summery: Rather random, enjoy.
She danced in the moonlight not seeming to have a concern in the world, the night was neither warm nor cool it just was, one of those nights that one simply appreciates the beauty of living without wondering about sweat or shivers. The moon made a wash on the ground below it taking away all colors but light and shadow, it was simple in its beauty, and magical as any midsummer's night. Fireflies made an occasional appearance bringing starry light to the ground and lighting on night blossoms. Soft tinkling laughter escaped the young woman's lips as she danced in a pattern that only she understood, neither slow nor fast, it just was, like the night.
He watched her dance from the shadows pale and stark seemingly untouched by the nights beauty and magic, only affected by her, his entire being echoed with the dancing woman. He hesitated in moving towards her not wishing to interrupt the magic of her dance, he managed to resist her until he heard that care free laughter, it drew him like a moth to flame and he moved from the shadows tall and graceful with a darker seeming magic of his own. He approached the woman and reached out to touch her hair.
The woman turned from her dancing and saw him, the magic of her dance changed as she reached up to touch his cheek tenderly the night seeming to wrap itself around them leaving them alone in a world of light and shadow. They began dancing together arms wrapped around each other both graceful in their own ways, the magic's they brought with them mingling and seeming to sparkle around them in reflection. This was a night of magic and dreams and they did not wish it to end. The music that only they could hear crescendo's and he leans down to gently press a kiss to her lips. They do not move for a moment frozen in the kiss the night becoming a Tableau around them.
Time returned to its normal spin and the two parted company the man slipping back to his shadows and the woman soaking in the moonlight their eyes never leaving each other wistful and yearning for what cannot be.
As night bled into day the dancer became a student with hair still a little on the bushy side and a knack for learning and the man of shadows a cruel and distant potions master who refused to allow anyone close. But it is said that on clear moon filled nights when the fireflies sparkle as much as the stars and it is neither warm nor cool that a dancer waits beckoning her man of shadows into the moonlight to prove a love that could never survive the light of day.
Author's note: ok I have no idea where this came from seriously but I kind of like it hope you do too, R&R not sure if this is a one shot or a possible multiple shot I want to know your opinions on this. Enjoy and flames shall be taken into consideration and used for my incense.