Rating:K+
Words: 489
AU: Modern/Reincarnation (kinda like Sailor Moon. Dancing scene inspired by the Dance scene in the Utena Movie.)
"Jack, we're not supposed to be here!"
He chuckled at her whining. "But that's what makes it fun!" His voice was almost drowned out by the blowing wind on the rooftop.
Rapunzel merely rolled her eyes as the grip that he had on her hand grew slightly tighter as he led her up the stairs and opened the door to the apartment complex's roof. Her mouth went agape when she saw the gleaming stars, all shining in the dark velvet of the sky. Jack let go of her hand and let her slip away as he heard her gasp, walking further onto the roof. The brunette had her head craned upwards, straining to see the far off jewels in the sky.
"Jack! This is—everything is just..." She was spinning from side to side, the fabric of her dress twirling around her. Jack looked back up at her as he set down the sleeping bags and the backpack he was carrying and straightened his back with a small grunt.
"Perfect?" he threw her a cocky grin that grew when he saw her roll her eyes.
"Close enough." She turned around to look back up at the sky. Jack kept staring at her, face softening as a night time breeze blew by them on the rooftop. She turned to look back at him, pushing a stray strand behind her ear as she smiled shyly. "Thank you, Jack."
He sighed and made his way over with slow steps, stepping in one of the puddles from last night's rain as he closed the distance between the two of them. His brown eyes met her peridot ones as he picked up one of her hands in his and pulled her closer to him with the other hand that went on her hip. "Jack, what are—"
"May I have this dance, Princess?"
Rapunzel blinked wide eyed at him for a moment, giving him a bewildered look before she looked down at their feet for a brief second and then back up at him. "Sure, Jackson."
And for some reason, both of them couldn't shake the feeling that they had been in a similar situation a long time ago, like this was a last chance at love before they were going to lose each other. The stars gleamed and glittered above them, the same way it did a thousand years ago as the two waltzed slowly under them. A twirl here, a back roll there, and a jump somewhere else; they counted the stars that glittered in each other's eyes.
And maybe, just maybe, if you looked hard enough in the water's reflection, you would see a boy with a head of frost white hair and blue eyes in colonial garbs dancing with a girl with dazzling green eyes and long, blonde hair in a pink and purple dress embracing each other under the starry sky beneath the other couple and mimicking their movements.