Love is a dance for two.
Spinning, twirling, moving together. Two feet, one advance. Two hands, one dance. And it's never ending, this dance. Our souls are perfectly calm, our hearts beating in unison, and the sweet euphoria that encases us can never be shattered. And we know this is love.
And sometimes, our footwork won't always match. I might stumble, or she might falter, and the dance is disturbed. But then we'll hold hands and start to move again, speeding up, or slowing down, whatever it takes to get back on beat. And we can feel the peace coming to us.
Sometimes I'll wrap my arms around her and bring her close, as she smiles and moves so. But that would be rare. No matter what the song, or the beat, or the mood or our steps, she gets to lead. But I don't mind; I mess up more than she does. And when I trip, she grips my arms and pulls me back, ever so gently. And we'll start to move, as we were before.
I follow her steps, for I trust her. And my trust is never abused;
We start dancing again, perfectly, and I know that this is love.
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Aw…this sorta sweet :) I'm happy with how this turned out.
This challenge (as part of a very long challenge) was given to me by GeassSamurai. Today's criteria:
A RixonLayax drabble about the whole "control" thing.
I decided to do something with dancing versus puppets, for I've sorta done that before and I don't want to tire out the concept. I hope ya'll liked :)