FIC: A Dansa A Iubi
Author: Sidnea Blackstone
Pairing: Mal/River
Rating: PG
Summary: Speakin' All Metaphorical
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns 'em but I like to play with them.
Dance of Love
I had danced with death and suffered glory. Now all I wanted was the mundane cadence of peace, but the driving beat of psychosis trod on my toes. I would perform the ballet of sanity without misstep and yet there were days that my feet throbbed from the heavy booted soles of madness.
I awoke...And I listened. I pulled the music through my skin into my soul and I danced, lucid, and I sighed, happy. I tip toe over stars and slide through the inky satin of the black, twirling to its cadence.
I have waltzed the dirge of darkness and shadow and I have celebrated lucidity, but never the dance of love. It is an intricate tango that is impossible to complete alone.
Too many lifts, turns and dips to ever be perfected by a single dancer. I believed it a rhythm beyond my kin until with gentle hands and clumsy words he led me, us, through the steps.
Strong fingers work roughened tangled with smooth; heart beats keeping time bum-bum, bum-bum and two beats are one step.
Forward and with eyes closed we moved though neither he nor I knew the steps to this dance called love.
He done the danced macabre and suffered glory; desiring peace, but was haunted by war. He softened the pounding base and danced barefoot to save my toes' abuse. He awoke and music played and he watched me dance my sanity displayed.
He held my hands, just finger tips and guided me over the stars. The black skimmed over my skin like a dancer's veil as he spun me about.
Twirling, twirling...Bum-bum, bum-bum...Music playing and two bodies dancing the A Danse A Iubi.