A/N: Wow, haven't written for this fandom in ages. This is based in part on a dream I had, appropriately enough.

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Anzu dances along the sunrise, moving to the music of dawn. She leaps from one color to another, tiptoes over wisps of cloud, weightless. In the back of her mind she thinks, This is impossible, but doesn't let the doubt slow her.

Birds call out as they pass, the wind from their wings spreading along her skin like a chill. She pauses to draw a sunbeam across her shoulders like a shawl and soaks in the warmth.

All at once, that warmth is a pair of arms wrapped around her and the breeze is a breath at her ear. The touch is familiar and she is not afraid, leaning back into the body behind her and relishing in the comfort it brings. Her partner's hands brush down the lengths of her bare arms, entwines their fingers. There is a moment that passes with the two of them standing together as such before, as one, they take up the new day's rhythm.

One, two, three bars and Anzu spins; one, two, three rotations and her partner is but the morning sky, all pink and blue and golden yellow. When she stops, they face each other at last and Anzu can't imagine how she missed this woman, shining bright as life itself, against the backdrop of a mere masterpiece of the natural world.

They exchange smiles in lieu of words, step in closer and begin their dance again.

As the sun rises higher and the colors smooth out into a spotless blue, Anzu feels them slow. She thinks little of it, follows without thought as she is guided into a more and more limited range of motion. It comes that they are no longer moving at all, simply holding one another as they drift along the course of the wind.

The hold on her waist tightens suddenly and she has just felt the first pang of uncertainty when it happens. Gravity grabs her feet and pulls, asking no questions and offering no reassurances. Anzu holds fast to the bare shoulders beneath her hands, still so solid, and looks in desperation to her partner's face. The smile that meets her now is taught and wan. The arms that hold her up slip away and she can barely feel the hand at her back or the one that brushes her hair behind one ear.

She is frightened, sad; thinks, Why? and, Hold me, and, I don't want to go!

Then those eyes come closer, closer, until they are nothing but the sky beyond them and she tastes that smile, so overwhelmingly sweet and just a little bitter, on her own lips.

As Anzu wakes in the tangle of her sheets, she feels it still.

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Praise appreciated, concrit treasured, flames raspberried.