Under a dome of moons and stars, the elves' delight was as inebriating to the soul as a glass of the sweetest of wines. Their charming voices traveled through trees of golden crowns and a carpet of lush, green grass, weaving spells of hypnotic allure and guiding his mind into a spiral of fascination and desire. He could lose himself in that magic, never to emerge from the depths of one's own self again. He could be forever gone, with his mind drifting away, lost like a flying kite.
But those eyes anchored him: if not to reality, then to their own world. Eyes of fierce intentions and unveiled promises. Truth, bared and simple, laid out for the whole world to see. They carried promises that couldn't possibly be as glorious as the expectations. But they were, and he caught himself wondering, hoping even: "Is she dancing for me?"
Her voice gave strength to a sirens' choir, but it was her dance - her stormy, harmonic, impetuous sliding hips, rolling tricks and restless feet - that chained his eyes in stunned enchantment.
Bewitched, trapped in that gaze, prey before even realizing there was a hunt.
The fire danced too: the bonfire welled up behind her as the brightest of shadows, barely trying to mimic her seductive moves. For as she moved, the fire cracked and turned, waltzed and twisted to the rhythm of her dance, casting down fleeting shadows that merely served to enhance the glow of her skin and eyes. The flames nearly kissed her skin, wandering up her sheer silks and golden finery without causing any harm. Her spinning was a feast for the eyes, an exultation of joy almost tribal and savage, yet delicate, smooth, wild as the flames and sparkles that cracked around her fingers. If not for the gold and silks that pretended to be some coverage, she could be easily mistaken for a forest entity, primal, free, true to its heart's desires and unafraid to seek it.
And with her nature of contradictions and misconceptions, innocence and cruel enthralling, he knew her gaze was his as much as his eyes couldn't leave her, magnets fatefully drawing each other closer. And closer he drank from the depths of her eyes, further they danced along that unforgettable night, hoping the sun could take a moment longer to rise.
For under a dome of moons and stars,
There were no scars, no lies,
Just the flickering of the sparkles
Dancing quietly in their eyes.