May 18th, 2014
AUTHOR: animeXalchemist
May 18th, 2014
Oh god, why had he agreed to this? Why had he allowed himself to be dragged to the very depths of Hell? And calling it Hell really wasn't an exaggeration, because it was hot enough to be Hell and the noise issuing forth from giant speakers sounded unholy and demonic. Bodies writhed against each other, pressed up and grinding, as if possessed by the unholy racket pulsating around the room.
The only saving grace was the alcohol, and that was probably the reason he had eventually been persuaded to come out clubbing. He really wasn't sure what the appeal of clubbing was: paying excessive amounts of money for a minimum amount of alcohol, getting squashed to death by perfect strangers on the dance floor, all the while some manufactured techno shite blared out deafeningly.
Arthur sighed and moved to get the hell out of there, but against his will found himself sucked into the sweaty bodies jumping up and down to the 'music', if it could even be called that. He somehow managed to claw himself out and to the edge of the dance floor, breathing heavy as he watched gyrating hips and, uh, 'twerking' was it? He had no idea where Gilbert and Francis had disappeared to. They'd probably been sacrificed and lost to the masses.
The Brit sighed and closed his eyes, doing his best to tune out the musical atrocities abusing his ears and purge his eyes of the grotesque dancing displays. For a guy of nineteen, he realised that he was incredibly old fashioned for thinking that. But he couldn't help but imagine that, had this been a century or so ago, then this whole thing would have been extremely different.
Instead of the vulgar dance moves of the modern day, there would be proper dances. Classy dances, like the Waltz and the sort that you could move gracefully to as an orchestra played the most melodious sounds. Instead of males wearing baggy pants that basically fell to their knees and females apparently forgetting the purpose of clothing and showing up virtually naked, there would be smartly pressed and perfectly tailored tuxedos, dresses of the most exotic materials and in every colour one could wish for.
Oh how he longed for that instead of this. He would show up to the 'club', the ball in this case, immaculately dressed. He'd admire the women's dresses and compliment their beauty; he'd exchange pleasantries with the men, and then, just as the night was getting into full swing, everything would stand still.
A young man would enter, grand enough to have a title and be announced by the speaker at the top of the stairs. Women would titter with joy and the men would be envious as the young man made his way down the stairs, an airy confidence surrounding him, a boyish smirk on his lips. He would be… blonde. Yes, golden blonde, for that suggested that he had a more mischievous streak in Arthur's mind for some reason. The eyes? Well, they'd have to be blue. Not just any blue, mind you, but a blue to end all blues. Sparkling with life with the depth of the sea and the promises of an open sky. He would be breath taking, and Arthur wouldn't feel the envy of the men. On the contrary, he'd probably have joined in with the women's excited murmurs had he not been wise enough to know that such things wouldn't be appropriate.
The young man could easily have his pick of dance partner and he'd probably go for that gorgeous brunette in the splendidly frilled purple dress. They'd dance around the room, true fairytale style, and though Arthur may want to dance with the young man he wouldn't mind. He would watch their dance while being a wallflower and drinking only the finest beverages.
And yet… without any warning, the young man would glance up and their eyes would meet and suddenly the gorgeous brunette was lost to those beautiful blue eyes and he was heading over here to ask him to dance. Him, a man- oh how strange yet wonderful!- and he'd be led onto that dance floor and despite the hushed murmurs around them the orchestra was their true music as they twirled around, the young man holding his waist, smiling at him handsomely while Arthur sighed in contentment…
Someone bumping into him jolted Arthur out of his little fantasy and he was back in the noisy club with its dub-step and unclassy patrons. He turned around to most likely flip the person off for crashing into him yet such flipping off never occurred. Was it the strobe lighting making this young man have extremely blue eyes? Was the blonde hair really that golden? Was he… still imagining this? The young man was staring at him as well, eyes gazing into his until, quite suddenly, he reached out and placed a hand on Arthur's hip. How forward! And yet the Brit willingly allowed himself to be pulled further onto the dance floor with this stunning stranger.
It may not have been a romantic Waltz, but at least Arthur got a semi-romantic dance with his dream man. Several dances, actually. In fact, they spent many hours dancing with each other into the early hours of the morning. And who knew, maybe this magical night would lead to courting.
And they'd live happily ever after.
(No but seriously, before that Arthur needed to get this handsome man's number).
(Which, in case you were wondering, was handed over easily along with a kiss).