As odd as this may be I actually like being this close to Ivan…
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It was the right moment. Alfred swooped in and saved Madeline from the clutches of evil, then she was helped up by the tall Russian, Ivan. Could this one moment get any more magnificent?
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She was in a daze when a familiar song, a slow song, not a fast pop song, but a song that made time slower, a song she remember that was her lullaby from many years ago. The record would release the loud trumpet and deep melodic voice of Louis Armstrong, her early encounters with jazz, but she also remembers the French version. In French she would hear a song her mother swayed, she would hear a song her father hummed, a song that her tiny self would memorized as she watched two lovers, both parents dance to. Upon the warm arms of the tall Russian she felt safe, very safe.
Without knowing she and her companion were swaying side to side to the song. She felt as if the song flowed through them both lifting them. Closing her amethyst eyes she pressed her head closer to his chest hearing the rhythm of his heart beat suddenly faster
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His arms wrapped around the slender girl as he knelt closer to her warm embrace. He recognized the fragrance, very sweet, like maple. Immediately he felt weightless; he felt if the only weight he had was his heart and keeping it beating was the girl he was swaying with. He wondered if she was feeling the same at the moment. Ivan remembered the song so clearly. Like it was just yesterday as he watched his aged grandparents twirl around in a crowded ballroom like they were the only ones there, and smile, he loved this song. The song made things seem if nothing has ever happened. Like if he were still there, five years old watching two aged people dance like it was their first meeting. Now feeling the girl he was holding, he felt what his grandparents felt so many years ago.
The song ended, time resumed.
