Summary: Many days, many planets, yet this she will always remember.
Notes: Another short "experimental" chapter. Sorry. Hopefully I've remembered to go on and post the next one.
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Some dance to remember
The music was gone, now, or at least muted and wonderfully ignorable. The music was gone, and her hand was in his, and she would remember.
The world had gone clear and slow as they hurried through the London streets. As hazy as she was, her subconscious so close to the surface, the moments seeped deep into her mind, and she would remember.
The exact angle the sun was at in the sky. The exact way it slanted down onto her skin, warm and comforting, and in a real way hers. Earth's sun. Her planet. Home. There were other places, but this was hers, and she would remember.
The slightly muggy air rising from the sidewalks. The smell of car exhaust and fresh-baked bread and garbage and curry, one into the other, all of it London in a way she couldn't define. He probably could, she thought. He saw the universe in a completely different way. He could probably tell her exactly what made this city unique, or what made it exactly like another, but she wasn't going to ask him, because this was hers.
She hadn't realized how much she'd missed that leather jacket of his until she'd seen it again, and it was a heartache. The way he acted, the way he talked, the way he moved-- she felt so stupid, because she knew it was still him, just more hair, less ears, and subtly different levels of neurotransmitters. She knew the only differences were physical-- but-- physical was important, there was no way to get around it. Physical was what humans were, and as much as they talked about personalities and spirituality and ESP, they were inextricably linked to the physical, and they put stock in it because that was all they had. Humans couldn't see other people's souls. They could only see their faces. Maybe he was different, but physical was all she and her species had, and... she missed it.
But the smile really was the same. The quick grin he flashed her as he stopped her from walking against the lights. The way his whole face lit up and pulled you in, irresistable, fate sealed with his before you even knew it. There was something more than the physical; he proved it. Humans could only hope and suspect, and he was proof...
The light. The way her hand felt in his. The joyous running toward trouble, the feeling she hadn't felt in far too long, had almost forgotten.
Dancing through the streets of London, Thursday morning. She would always remember.
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