Title: Make It
Day/Theme: September 29:
Your red tresses, my little tower
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing:
Fakir/Ahiru
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"Would you dance with me?"
Ahiru's smile was still sweet and tender, but there was a heat in her gaze that made her look less innocent that caused Fakir to swallow.
"You should," Ahiru said, tilting her head to the side, and Fakir found himself just noticing that her hair was spilling down her small form, no longer braided. She held reached out with her arm, the palm of her hand brushing against the bone of his wrist. "It's okay to take a chance."
He allows her to pull him forward; somehow he suspects it's not really a dance. "I know."
"I'm glad," Ahiru said and he shoulders drop every-so-slightly.
Maybe it hadn't been all heat in her eyes, maybe it had been nerves as well. But when Fakir leaned over to brush his lips across hers, pressing his fingers into her shoulders and blushing slightly, he can't help but think it really doesn't matter.