curious eyes
nervous glances
suit and tie
designer dress
his shoes tap lightly, a part of him is a remnant of each step
her heels twist and turn gracefully
the dancing in the ballroom isn't the only dance that's happening
her smile is obligatory
he shakes hands with those he vaguely remembers (really, he is racking his brain to put names to faces)
he subconsciously loosens his tie
she finds herself using her compact mirror in her clutch more and more
they pay no mind to their friend's urgings
they refuse to acknowledge the longing and hope
they blatantly ignore the past, present and future (anything that has happened or could happen)
they choose not to understand the sheer tension between them
they deny the truth
the dance they have been doing, has lasted an eternity
the life they through themselves into was solely driven by goals
the work they use to run interference between them, is the only that thing that is a certainty
the long forsaken rumors, have reappeared, and this time, they choose to listen
curious eyes
nervous glances
suit and tie
designer dress
except this time they take that step
they meet in the middle
the dance they have been doing is no longer one
they have clasped hands, hearts, soul, and body into one
for this time they aren't dancing around their feelings
they are dancing to the beat of their heart
Here's a little drabble on Harvey and Donna. Super casual, yet at the same time meaningful. (or supposedly)
Please review and give me some feedback
I have actually never written anything to this caliber, so I would love to so how it is received.
Be on the lookout for a lot of Suits stuff (namely Harvey and Donna tics) coming your way:)
-Justagirlwithwords