Disclaimer: Me? Own? You've gotta be kidding.
A/N: I forget if I explained this... See note at end to clear things up on a change of chapter focus.
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:They won't let go:
His hand curled around hers, an electric jolt traveling through the touching flesh. There was a tinge of night air to the tips of his fingers, one that was quickly fading by the warmth of her palm and grasping touch. Their skin blended as one being in two shades of pale and two intermingling blushes.
Rath was still staring at the ground, a furious flush reddening his cheeks and pounding his blood.
He wondered if she could feel it's replications in her touch.
Their footsteps sounded dully on the polished floor. Their bare feet made slight dusty imprints across the wooden boards.
Cesia aimlessly noticed that the floor was gritty under her feet, that a rouge feather was blowing by, that his hand was shaking ever so slightly in hers.
And that as she placed her heel down with another step forward, he was doing the same.
Spontaneous synchronization.
Her skin quivered.
He looked up at her, slightly confused about their next move.
How was this to work? Was he to explain himself? Was she to tell him what she wanted? Where were his hands to be placed?
Rath glanced around the crowd, but it helped him little.
Some of the young men had their hands on their partner's hips. Others, clasped loosely behind the girls they were dancing with, holding them close to their bodies. And yet a few more simply grasped their arms, keeping their dance partner at a more comfortable distance.
The teenaged girl noted his nervous swallow and barely bit back a grin.
She stopped walking, giving him a questioning look, one that he responded to with a curt nod of the head.
He looked so tense, she wasn't able but to notice, That if it weren't for the stumbling smile he managed to give her, she would think that he didn't want to be there.
But he did smile, Cesia marked, the single feather brushing against her bare feet, And it did appear genuine.
"I'm not going to eat you." She put on a smile braver than she felt, "So calm down, all right?"
He nodded again, but it was calmer, more relaxed. His dark eyes darted up to meet hers.
"You..." he tripped over his words, the blush that had been slowly fading from his cheeks returning in full, "You good with here?"
She beamed again, squeezing his hand briefly, still intertwined with hers.
The music continued to blare from the speakers, although it seemed muffled to both their ears.
Were either of them playing different parts in an unwritten and slowly woven script, there would have been comments of backstage speakers being dampened, of a lowered volume, or of a missed sound cue.
Were either of them alternate characters in a moonstruck world, a mention would have been made of droning static from neon lights, of a time proof shield of glass or of a fading into the evening's last starglow.
But as it were, neither of them fit any of those roles. He, a protesting, immature, badly flushing boy; she, a shunning, breaking, barely daring to hope girl.
Neither of them fit, and yet...
He found his left arm looped about her waist, she found her right draped around his shoulders. Their bodies pressed together, her head dropped perfectly onto his black-clad chest. The heat from his cheeks brushed against her dark silken hair, its softness grazing his face.
Their fingers stayed interlocked, neither fully realizing their grasp was still unbroken and held betwixt their swaying bodies, pressed against their touching chests.
The faded floorboards stayed motionless beneath their forms, dust and sand and hardened tears creating their roughened glaze. They remained utterly still as two hearts beat as one in perfect time.
Her grin faded into a genuine soft smile, his face slowly loosing it's reddened tinge.
And a lone white feather lifted up on a low breeze.
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...And I can hear rats squeaking on the roof. :mood is totally broken:
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Charna: o-o Yeah, that would require planning... "Accidentally in Love"? I HEART that song!
Peridot-chan: Yeah, I do know what you mean. She's just awesome, I suppose. Um. Trusting? No... She has a lot of faith in others, she believes that they will do the right thing. I suppose that's as close as I can get right now... Asked for RxC and it will come. lol. Nah, it was just their turn. But you got it anyway!
Hououza: ...It was just a few moments, wasn't it? Hm. Ah, well... Yes. :coughs: Things involving math and/or science are generally... How shall I put this? Crap. Utterly and completely crap. But thanks for the luck!
Shadowess:sweatdrop: Didn't I just update that? Anyway... I'll update sometime soon. I hope. Meep. Need to start working on that next chapter... :mega sweatdrop:
Capella: Time symbols -are- cool, aren't they? Book 18 rocked. Tintlett shown so much in that... 17 too, actually. And 16. All the recent ones, really. She's awesome once you get to actually SEE her in the series. "Tintlett"? I think it was originally spelled that way in the english releases. I think. Or maybe this is one of those tricks my mind plays on me. At any rate, it stuck. I'm glad you like it. :holds the wings up to a window so the light coming in will make pretty patterns on the floor:
Kat Ho: Link? Okay... Go to google and search for "Punks and Nerds" and "webcomic". You should get one of the funniest webcomics I've ever found. (And, No, Asa... It's not porn.)
FireyFlames: Fluff is good, isn't it? n-n
Bonny Fyfa: o-o :dies of shock: ... :shock is too great and is reborn: ...I can write FAN FICTION for it! n-n :luffs: I love your story, I love your cliffhanger, I love the "WOOF", because my dog was making noise outside right as I read it. XD ...And because you reviewed, I remembered that I had to work on this. :shifty eyes: See, people? Reviewing actually gets stuff accomplished...
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Everyone see that last sentence up there. No. In the reviewer's note. See that? It's true. You know you want to review now.
Oh. And as of this chapter, I'm wrapping stuff up. Three more chapters to go. One each for Thatchel, RuxTint, and all three pairings.