Probably exaggerating with the chapters but hey, it's the internet. No harm.
YOU PROBABLY COULDN'T SEE FOR THE LIGHTS BUT YOU WERE STARING STRAIGHT AT ME_Arctic Monkeys (2:12)
Lights dimmed and hearts stilled as the cloaked dancer revealed himself on the oval stage. Drums began to beat as the performer exposed his sun kissed bare leg out of his silk cape and swiped it across the dust floor, purposely disturbing the sparkled dust to add effect to his movements. Tinkling bells echoed as his hips began to sway mimicking the lapping of ocean tide waves. Flutes chimed in with the beat of the drums as his right arm slipped from under pale silk to begin his performance.
All eyes enraptured properly on the dancer, mouths kept agape. Although none had as much appreciation as Altaïr had watching his partner from above the stage. He studied the reaction of all the stupid faces in the crowd. Knowing the reason why all these people came to nights like these. Filling him with utter repugnance and hate. He sneered at the thought to sliver open the throat of tonight's hit with such practiced ease. How simple minded the human mind is when it comes to pleasure. Clouding all reason and reality. He huffed and flicked away his drag and continued to watch Malik, and smirked.
With eyes closed and focused on only the music and his breathing, he curved on cue with the bow of the tune. Showing off taunt muscle and rippling shoulders ebb and flow a path down to his hips. He fiercely turned half way as his silk cape swayed with him and leaned back forming into a perfect arch as his arm continuing under the influence of the harmony. He looked at the crowd and only then did he open his almond eyes and paused for a fraction of the moment to memorize the awe of the crowd.
And that there put Altaïr on the edge. Knowing how capable his partner's influence when he dances. Hell, even he is vulnerable to such supremacy. But needed to move fast. Again he huffed but smiled. He walked down the winding stairs knowing the finale is edging near and so would his chance. He ducks under the audience nearing stage exit anticipating the moment for Malik's cue.
Malik caught familiar golden orbs staring right into his and he smiled flirtingly and winked, of course professionally coating his act. The owner of that gaze snapped his eyes away but Malik swore he saw a glow of cherry that wasn't illuminating from the lights of the club.
Altaïr cursed knowing he missed the cue from that damn distraction. Looks like it's just him tonight.