Disclaimer: I own Hagaren! ... Not.
Sakura-Angel: Yeeeeeee gods. Written completely on impulse, second person (which I never do), strange love triangle(!) and a completely crap title. It's my first venture into the world of Fullmetal Alchemist, and not a very good one at that XD Review?
Imagine that.
You're actually dancing. I can't believe you're dancing with her.
The two of you are gliding across the floor, spinning and reflecting light off the ceiling-high windows, you from your arm and her from her jewelled earrings. You're embracing and pulling apart again, the energy coursing through your bodies so much that I can see it coming off the two of you. The utter delight radiating from your smiles stops me in my tracks. The hand you wrap around her waist stupefies me, as does the hand she places on your shoulder. The stiff fabric of your suit and the lines of her dress are cut as clean as the dance is. It is concise, deliberate. The dance is heated and so unlike the both of you, yet the way you move with her takes everyone's breath away.
She starts a rythmic walk that the song calls for. The clack of her heels on the floor punctuate every step she takes, punctuates the notes played, laid out like a map all ready for her to follow. It feels like she's stomping on my heart. She makes her way towards you with her blonde hair caught on her lips and she blows it in your face playfully, and the light in your eyes play back at her.
I don't know if I can watch anymore.
You steal the show. The song ends with a musical crash and the room bursts into applause, old ladies hitting ringed fingers together and men nodding and chuckling at each other, thinking the same thing by the look I see in their eyes.
Oh Brother, how could you.