A/N: Preview of the Sequel (sorta) to 'Deny Everything and Run'.
Summary: Life and death were opposites, but there was something about her that drew him in always. OCxOC
Feathery, green hair glistened under the shinning light of the world of the living, as hallowed eyes in a grey skull sparkled in loving admiration for the figure before them. With an uneeded breath, skeleton fingers gently prodded the side of the wall that their owner had been leaning on, supporting his literal dead-weight from toppling over in his current stupor. He always found himself like this in the morning. Ever since he had first seen it, he made it apart of his day to return to the land of the living just to watch again, and it was what he looked forward to most. His days always felt a little brighter whenever he did, and it took an awful lot to spoil his mood afterwards. Well, an awful lot if anyone else was trying to bother him. His sister bothering him, however, was a very different story.
"Brother? What are you doing?" A sharp tongue pulled the skeleton boy from his thoughts quickly, as he wheeled around in surprise to face his twin sister.
"Hush." He snapped, his eyes lowering as his little cloud of joy was shattered. "Leave me alone."
"Why are you just standing here then?" She pressed, ignoring what he had said earlier as she looked all around for things that possibly had her brother's attention.
This girl was a pain in the boy's side. Roberta was her name, the only daughter and second child of the Gods of the Land of the Forgotten and the Land of the Remembered. Unlike her twin brother, she took mainly after her mother as far as looked went, though her long, black hair was made of tar and her skin was bone white, sugar cane candy with little snakes painted onto her. From their father, the girl had gotten a pair of wings, made of the same feathery green that her brother's hair was made of. All in all, she was the perfect mix of bitter and sweet, and her brother could only envy her beauty as the mortals seemed to love the little goddess. Not that it matter what they thought of him, all that mattered was-
"Manolo, answer me!" The sister snapped, frowning as she poked her brother's ashy forhead.
The boy cringed at his name, remembering what his father had told him about his name; he was named after a very clever human, who had a daughter the same age as the twins. Oddly enough, that same daughter would soon be the topic of the twin's conversation. Turning to his sister with a gentle sigh, the boy rubbed the back of his head before gesturing over to what he had been looking at moments earlier.
"Oooh, now I see why you were so distracted." Roberta laughed, focusing her own glowing green orbs just a short distance away.
There in the middle of the town, just before the fountain, there stood a young woman. Her raven black hair rivaled that of Roberta's, being just as long and fine, but perhaps a little more wavy due to the material it was made out of. She stood for just a second longer, before lifting a corner of her red skirt, causing the blue overskirt she wore to bunch up at her hips as she raised her free arm into the air. Clenched between her closed fingers, she held two rounded disks, which were joined together at the end. There was a pause, before she began to open and close the item in her hand at such a fast rate that the random clacking sounds soon began to sound like a little tune. After another pause, the woman closed her eyes and began to swirl slowly in place.
"Just like every morning..." The boy noted, watching as her tanned skin sparkled while she danced and feeling his own hallow insides melt at her happiness.
The slow swirls soon turned into bolder movements, and the young woman began to flick her wrists in time with the clacking, her hips moving fluidly with her steps, as she soon began to move outward in carefully placed steps and swirls. Her long hair trailed behind her, and a gentle laugh left her ruby red lips, growing louder the longer she spun. It was at this point that many others soon began to joint the twins in watching the woman, becoming just as enraptured with her performance. Though, as soon as it started, it had stopped, and the woman's dance soon ended as she rushed off further down the street, ready to start her name with a new found vigor. With the show over, the people who had gathered to watch it soon began to disband as well, leaving just the original siblings from before, though the boy was now ready to return to his own home.
"Every morning? You watch her every morning?" Roberta spoke suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two since the dance began.
"..." Her brother remained quiet, slowly allowing a swarm of autumn leaves to swirl around his person as he bowed his head, soon finding himself back in his mother's land.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Roberta shrieked, following after her brother in a puff of smoke.
"You wouldn't understand, little sister." He muttered, rolling his hallow eyes as he swiftly moved away from her.
Not that he understood it himself, though. The fluttering feeling in his chest had come with the daily routine of watching the dancer, but with no real heart beating in his chest, he quickly became confused on what he was seeing. Of course his sister would try to force an answer to bubble to the surface, but he did have one at the moment. There was just something he liked about the young woman, and it drew him in every morning.
