A/N: This is a short story is based off of Anastasia's "Once upon a December" the Italian version. As I listened to that song (Which btw i think is really awesome) this idea just popped into my head. Basically this is a song fic. So read and tell me what ya think. Disclaimer: I take no credit for the song.
A Magical Evening
Graceful figurines, spinning and twirling about. As they dance, so happily, so joyfully to the lullaby for all to hear. On this special night of night's one full of cheer. The simple seven worded sentence is what the gentleman asks. "May I have this dance My Lady?"
He bows slightly, hand outstretched to the beautiful maiden, she simply looks at him. Deep violet eyes shimmering with excitement, a smile upon her delicate face, she gladly takes his hand. And off they go, to a world all their own. He leads her across the golden ballroom floor sweeping, and swishing as they go.
Hand in hand, they dance as the melody sings faster urging for them to come closer. Step by step, glide by glide he takes her on a journey filled with magic in the air. Looking into the man's moon like eyes, the maiden asks, "Who are you?"
As he spins her away from him, with a low rumbling laughter he brings her in closer than appropriate distance and whispers, "I'm yours for the night.." Smiling she whispers "Then take my away to my wildest dreams.."
And so he did. No longer were they dancing at the ball, but dancing underneath the starlit sky. With each turn of their moves they were in a different world. A world full of fantasy and wonder. But no matter how far they were, the maiden and the strange man could still hear the lullaby's rhythm whispering around them as they danced.
"Sembra come un attimo
dei cavalli s'impennano
sento quella melodia,
nella memoria mia..."
Becoming one with the melody, they whirled faster. Around and around they went staring into each others eyes. And for a brief moment, it felt as if they were literally alone in this world. Only him. And only her. "Close your eyes," says the gentleman. Taking one last look at his mysterious face, she closes her eyes and feels as if she is waltzing in the air with him.
" Forse un giorno tornerò
il mio cuore lo sente...
ed allora capirò
il ricordo di sempre... "
The maiden could feel him gazing at her, a satisfied smile played across his face. As the tempo slowed, their turns became slower as well. And with one last waltz, the maiden opened her eyes to find that they were back at the ball, where dancers bowed and curtsied and thanked one another for this fine dance.
Before her, the mysterious man bowed and said, " I thank you for this beautiful evening My Lady.." The maiden smiled a brilliant smile curtsied before him and said " No, I should thank you for this magical evening." When she looked up the gentleman was no where to be found. The same strange gentleman with hair as dark as the night itself had disappeared.
" Ed un canto vola via...
quando viene dicembre..."