Les étoiles dansaient dans tes yeux
A/N: Written for the 50 art of words challenge- my pairing: Colin/Demelza. You basically have fifty prompts, and you write one drabble for each one. I'm going to alternate first, second, third person, maybe from someone else's point of view- I dunno.
First prompt: Midnight. This is kinda the prologue for the whole thing so... Yeah.
The title means: The stars danced in your eyes.
Midnight
2nd May 2079
The sky turns blue slowly. You watch it from beginning to end, how the first tinge of blue appeared on the horizon. It then merges into a slightly darker blue that spreads, like when you put a droplet of ink on a piece of damp parchment. It unfolds before you like the unfurling of giant wings, and you smile, wrinkles creasing. The sky turns a royal blue.
Soon, stars pop out and you tilt your head back to look at them. You remember someone
(him)
teaching you the names of the constellations. The world drapes its quiet around you and you drink it in. It covers you in dark blue wings and you shut your eyes.
When you open them you are confronted by an expanse of black, except it isn't black, just a very very dark blue.
The stars dot like diamonds and they twinkle at you, and they seem to be getting further and further away.
And they he's there. Why is he here? You try to think, but you can't quite bring yourself to care.
And then you are on your feet, and your hair brushes the base of your waist in brown curls for the first time in twenty years, and you are dancing with him
(namename whatwashis name?)
in the stars.
And it's midnight, and then-
you dance into the stars with him for the last time.
