(A/N): I do not own V for Vendetta or any refrences used in this fanfiction. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Thanks for not killing me!
Warnings: Rated for violence, sexual content, mild language, and anything that could happen. :D
Summary: Out of 185 songs, this would have to be my favorite. The melody was reflected in her eyes. And with every step her skin glowed with a soul of its own. We were dancing towards freedom.
Indepth Summary: What if Evey came back before November 4th? Would V get his last dance? Or was it only the start?
Ball Gown
Prologue
It was soft and cool to the touch. Like silk, she figured wearing it wouldnt happen anytime soon. Running her fingers along the lacy trim Evey looked on with melachony feeling. It sat on the heavily tissued box, now left on the foot of the bed. Evey crawled into bed, slipping off the worn shoes V borrowed. She should feel like royalty. Most of V's posessions came from aristocrats, the higher ups on the ladder.
The cold caress of the white cottony pattern invaded her senses, wraping around her warm body, inducing her to sleep. A gentle touch and her curtains flickered to a close. Dancing could make anyone tired, Evey recongened.
TBC
R&R
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