AN: To my readers, thank you for sticking with me even though I ain't shit.
Dance
By: anybodihearme
Originally Uploaded: Wednesday, November 15, 2017
He danced.
One foot in front of the other as his hips swayed and his hair fluttered in tune with his movements. The soft glow from the adjoining room casted shadows across his delicate features that did nothing but make his presence more mythical than it already was. His thin, long fingers clutched tightly at the cloth around his body as it slowly begun to fall and expose more of his marble skin. With his hands occupied, his raven hair had no choice but to fall and frame his face.
His eyes, however, stood out among all.
A crisp blue that seemed to darken when the light hit them at a certain angle. A soft aegean that seemed to emerge with every blink of his eyes. A cold cobalt that seemed to dominate with every test of his physical capabilities.
There was no hope for his bottom lip as it was trapped between his front and bottom teeth as his eyebrows scrunched up in pure concentration and dedication. Every movement was made to avoid the bodies that lay on the floor, surrounding him. It was as if his breath was eternally caught in his throat for his chest refused to simply rise and fall with each step he took.
Not once did he waver.
With a final step, his right foot hit the ground, barely making any sound as it came into contact with the cold oak. Water, however, slowly slipped down his legs and began making puddles around him. Frowning at the sight, he eyes blurred and he took a step forward but stopped as quickly as he moved.
The oak gave under his weight and a sound that matches something you would only hear in a dream rang out. Looking back over his shoulder, the bodies on the floor shifted and time briefly stopped. When it became evident that they would not move, he turned swiftly and headed on his way.
Hidden in the shadows, green eyes gleamed as they smirked. It was a dance he thought he would never see. It was innocent in all sense of the word and he would forever cherish the demonstration.
"Duke," his deep baritone voice called out. "Rude, get out from in front of the bathroom door." The dog and cat both made noises of protest but slowly moved as he turned off the bathroom light after wiping up the lingering water from the raven's shower.