Always
At Leah's wedding she was sitting alone when he approached her. Claire looked up, hoping for an escape and he gave her one. "Shall we dance?" Quil murmured in her ear.
Grinning, she stood her hands rising to meet his. Instantly they were spinning – spinning, and sliding across the dance floor, so very, very fast. They moved like the Night's wind – dashing from one end to another entrancing those watching, and chilling at the same time. They spun again, but Claire didn't feel dizzy – it was his black eyes she focused on.
It was him that kept her grounded. Always.
A/N: As much as the Twilight fandom annoys me, I think Quil and Claire are really fascinating - couldn't resist this small drabble!
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