rating: PG-13 / T
genre: drama/tragedy
pairings: left up to reader's interpretation
summary: She keeps her promises. For him.
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Tip, tip, tip she went tiptoeing across the wild garden on dancing toes. Radiant flowers in vivid colors brushed against her with golden pollen as she danced with her beloved in her arms. Round and round she twirled with him across a carpet of living rainbows, each step releasing rapturous floral scent that perfumed the air.
It smelled like him.
He always smelled of flowers, and flowers always made her think of him. With him she danced and, in her heart, she laughed with silent joy for he liked the quiet and she had forbade herself to speak.
She had promised him so.
A broken promise.
The present wavered and, for one moment, she was thrust back into the long ago past. A promise of silence broken in unbidden scream and enemy's advance. Looming features in darkest shade pushed back by a flash of pale moonlight and clash of swords. An endless fight of sparking power and anguished cries, a fallen lord and the roll of heads and falling bodies.
Crimson darkening a purple moon.
A stare of sightless gold.
Moonlight strands streaming over her arms gone slippery in crimson red, like the child she had been she'd taken what was left and ran while she could. She had wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to shriek of her loss but -
She had promised to be silent.
She would keep her promise and silent she would be.
Content, the nightmare faded away and her beautiful dream remained, flourishing in the sun. Happiness was in her arms in a world where only the two of them forever danced together in silent joy. And across a carpet of rainbows she continued to twirl, silverspun strands swirling in the air as she danced with her beloved cradled in her arms.