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I own all characters. As usual. ^.^
I do not own the lyrics, songs or other musical inspiration.
The lights were dimmed so only a pale glow emitted from the bulbs.
Drinks were being passed around, stolen from others and thrown into the air.
The music was almost painfully loud, but who could have complained about something so minuscule at a time like this.
Yes, A time like this, this time of celebration, this time of seasons to change.
This wonderful time where Demons and Angels, Lovers and Rivals, the Prey and the Predator, could all come together and have a smashing time.
Verek stood behind the bar, mixing and passing out the drinks.
His mossy green, two-inch long fingernails clicked ever do finely against the glass cups and bottles.
The breeze from the fan caught his ghostly white, choppy hair, whipping it constantly into his yellow-green eyes framed by a thin and thick line of Envy-green eyeliner.
He couldn't stop himself from staring at Abell.
Abell danced furiously on the dancefloor with everyone who could keep up; a smile firmly planted on his lips and deep in his eyes.
It was like watching a faerie's dervish with a tornado!
When he danced with Seba, it truly became a Devil's Dancefloor.
" Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Abell took a bow before he took Seba by the hand and hip, swinging her into the song.
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
She kept up easily, seeming to know every step by heart, seeming to feel every step with her heart.
Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
Abell was surprised by how easily Seba danced with him, thus, he took it as a challege.
His movements were so quick, his hair ripped from it's braid just to keep up.
Seba was captivated by how different he looked without the horrid braid.
Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
He could see her falter and he quickly took is chance.
Abell swept her up off her feet, dipping her down to only snap her up again to spin around him.
Seba slipped like water over Abell's back, touching her toes to the ground with a grace befitting the angels.
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
His jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. He had only know a single other woman who was capable of such skill.
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
She was ready to keep dancing; anticipating more of those tricky moves Abell loved to do.
Her shining green eyes bore into his ocean-blue ones.
The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out
Abell found it impossible to blink, much less to move even the tiniest muscle in his body.
He could not cease to wonder if this was the same woman he had loved so..... So long ago that was.
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Seba placed her hand against her hip, gently biting her bottom lip.
"Abell? Are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor"
He couldn't be here right now.
Abell ran from the room as fast as he possibly could.
He didn't know where to go.
Knowing where he shouldn't go, he figured it made the most sense to go there.
No one would find him there. Not until he was ready to be found, that is.