A/N: Wow, two in one night? This is a record. Anoter, vauge drabble. Oh, well. Review and I might post something longer.
Dancing. Dancing, dancing. Sweeping across the polished wood floor. Graceful turns and sweeping arms. The swish of silk, click of shining leather shoes. There is no music, none is needed. There are no words, they would break the silence that is too precious to let slip away. No lies can be spoken in silence such as this. Not Human lies. Not Inhuman ones. They can think of nothing here, simply dancing across the floors for eternity. The lavish manor's ballroom is empty, save for them. She who is not 'she' but 'he' leans a dark haired head to rest on his chest. He, who is not human, simply masquerading. But they can pretend. Pretend this is all there is, or ever will be. As long as the silence is here, blanketing them, protecting them. And he who is not human, leans his head on his partner's. And they simply are.