Thank You
Series: Harvest Moon Tree of Tranquility
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.
She always danced by the moonlight, right in perfect view of his bedroom window. At first, when he sat at his desk to work or study, it was easy to ignore her. However, when the nights would grow long, and his eyes weary, he would glance away from whatever demanded attention on his desk and look out that window and watch her, twirling in animated poetry. They were only innocent glances, lasting a few seconds at the most. Now he can't pull his eyes away from her silvery silhoutte as her dark islander skin glittered in the moonlight.
They weren't perfect, they weren't quite right or normal, these emotions of his, but Goddess they were addictive, and he looked forward to skipping his preporations for his role as future mayor to watch the island nymph dance and dance.
If only his mother could see him now, a rich and sophisticated young man falling in love with an exotic bar dancer. But she wasn't here to scold him or make sure his posture and tie were perfect; she was with the Harvest King up in heaven now. And the object of his desire was just outside his window, a three minute walk tops.
The sound of sand crunching beneath shoes and the tide slowly ebbing and flowing filled his ears. How or when he managed to walk outside of his home he didn't know, this organized and straight and narrow boy, but here he was just a few feet away from her.
She stopped her dance at the sound of his close approach. He didn't want her to stop, not ever, but could not articulate the right words to protest with. Her amber eyes twinkled.
"Gill. What are you doing here?"
No answer.
She leaned forward, hands on her hips and a haughty expression on her face at his insolence. "Hello? Gill, why aren't you answering me."
He lowered himself on a nearby boulder, crossing his arms and legs. "Keep going."
Her cheeks flared. "What?"
"You heard me. Keep dancing, please."
She searched his face, trying to find his usual sarcasm, and when she couldn't she surrendered and began her usual routine. Never before had anyone paid such close and devouted attention to her dancing, not even the most sloshed bar patron kept their eyes on her face. Not knowing quite why, Selena liked the feeling of eyes on her, not her body, for someone in the audience to pay attention to her dance rather than her chest or legs. Yes, her dances were usually seductive, but every dance had a story to go with it, and if the audience was only captured by her looks then she felt she failed her job as a performer.
After a few minutes, she needed to stop to take a breath. Gill raised his hands and clapped, without the sloppiness that typically came from the drunks, but the clap of someone truly moved, who finally grasped the gist of her dance. Her eyes began to water at the thought, but she knew better than to loose it in front of Gill. She only smiled sincerely, took a small bow, and uttered only two simple words, though the gratefulness and origin of those words were anything but simple:
"Thank you."
Author's Note: Okay, I'll be honest: I had no idea where I was going when I started writing this story. No idea at all. But although it's insanely short, I'll admit that I'm happy with the results. I hope you are too. Thanks for reading!