Raise the Roof – Five Things that Never happened at a Party in Neptune IV
She looked beautiful in the moonlight. The night had come to stand beside her on the balcony, the stars touching her skin and whispering sweet nothings under her lashes. Her eyes sparkled, and the breeze kissed her hair. Her dress clung to her, a cascade of silky black that accentuated every curve, and she looked the picture of elegant beauty, resting one hand upon the stone railing and peering out into the darkness, away from the noise of the party inside.
He watched her in the moonlight. Standing in the shadows that leaked round the edges of the balcony, he was untouched by the light seeping through the doorway. He could hear the sounds of laughter from inside, faint beneath the loud blast of the party music. Out here the gentle wind curled tendrils through his hair and left deliciously cool fingerprints on his cheeks after the heat from the celebration within.
She smiled in the moonlight. Somehow, she knew he was there, just out of sight. She had seen him follow her out of the corner of her eye, led him out here where they were alone with nothing but the stars for company. For now, they were the only two that mattered. Amid the chaos of the party, nobody would notice their absence and nobody would suspect them of being out here together.
He stepped out into the moonlight. Her beauty drew him forward, calling out to him and begging him to reveal himself. Like a moth to a flame, he stepped towards his angel, she who seemed brighter than the moon above, and more than twice as beautiful. He stood behind her and she turned to him, the tender smile that graced her lips more precious to him than any possession he could ever hope to own, nor would ever want instead. He smiled back as the first strains of slow music drifted out into the night, holding out a hand and hardly believing how lucky he was as she took it in her own.
They danced in the moonlight. Holding one another close, they moved with the music, safe within each other's arms with maiden moon as the sole witness to their happiness. Her head resting on his chest, she could hear the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that echoed her own name, as her own heart replied with his. His arms around her waist, he would hold her even if she fell from grace, hold her forever and not let anybody tear them apart. He was hers and she was his, unconditionally, even in death. Neither of them saw this coming, this feeling where the other's life was valued more than their own, where upon parting they would count down the seconds till they would be together again, and where those seconds would be filled with thoughts of nothing but each other.
They kissed in the moonlight. Distilled in that sign of affection were promises of forever, a tender action that conveyed feelings far stronger than either of them had ever experienced. Here there was no social code of who could rightfully be together, no idea of morals or restrictions. Here there was only freedom, and love and the fulfillment of dreams. No stereotypes or ideas of bikers, riches, outcasts…here, everything felt right. They were alone, but they were together, and it was real and so perfect…
They loved in the moonlight, and they swayed in the moonlight and they passed the night in the moonlight until the music had long faded away. Here, the masks were gone and the world was still and silent, and all they had was each other. And there was no good or bad, no right or wrong, no black and white. Just the even grey color of ash in the moment before the world caught fire with the new day.
Then they separated at the death of the moonlight. The night was spent and only the blushing dawn stood witness as Felix Tombs and Meg Manning returned to a society where their love could never be…