This is a (requested) written version of this ( art/Dancing-under-the-Stars-525804037) lovely drawing.
Also, an author's note:
Franz Liszt - Liebestraum no. 3 (Dreams of Love) is the piece referenced in the last part. I recommend it! If you like classical. Also, Moonlight Sonata is lovely and everyone should listen to that too. (:
In one swift motion, a twinkling black chiffon swirled from strong arms into familiar lean ones.
"You've been avoiding me all evening."
Raven's cheeks burned beneath the rouge and she stared at the polished hardwood between them. Watching shiny glossy ballroom shoes step in a perfect pattern, the sorceress tried to focus on anything but her dance partner.
Her dainty hand was smooth in his while the other rested on his left collar. She wore a long sleeve black dress that shimmered beneath the tall ceilings with their dim scooped back accentuated the groove of her back and her sharp shoulder blades. Robin's warm hand rested respectfully above her hips, thumb grazing the small of her back and sending shivers up her spine. His eyes studied her shimmering eyelids, struggling to find the soft amethysts beneath.
"Raven," Robin spoke to catch the sorceress's attention was a tedious process. "Ever since I told you I…"
She lifted her eyes to his briefly, before flicking her chin over her right shoulder. Her eyes wandered over the sophisticated crowd, trying to ignore the bundles of nerves rolling off both herself and her partner. She knew all too well what he was going to say, but wouldn't bring herself to hear him say it. That was a luxury she knew she couldn't afford.
The vibrato of Moonlight Sonata softened and Raven slowed her pace. The waltz ceased and she tried to pull away. Suddenly, Robin's hands were firm around her waist, and the sorceress flinched. Meeting his eyes carefully, Raven bit her lip.
"I'm not letting you go," Robin whispered, tucking his chin to capture her dampened gaze. "You're going to stay and hear it this time," Amethyst met sapphire and the cool gems softened immediately. "I love you." Robin murmured. "I love you so much."
Raven swallowed the lump in her throat, shifting her eyes to stare at his black bow tie. She'd already tried to pretend her past didn't matter. For every falling star, she wished to forget that anyone who loved her had not. But no amount of good she did would compensate to the wreckage she'd brought to this world, to his world. And for that, she wasn't worthy of happiness nor his love.
"You don't believe me…"
"No.. No, Richard, I do. I mean.. I want to." Raven sighed, bringing her hands from his shoulders to lace behind his neck. "I just… why.."
"Because of the sunrise. I–"
"Yeah, yeah we all know how much you love sunrise." Raven's sarcastic drawl came as a natural interruption. "The promise of a new day.. Anything is possible," her gravelly voice held a hint of sarcasm and an ever present touch of grace. She brought her eyes back to his, offering a small glimpse of eloquence.
"Because of that." The sorceress arched her brow. "I love how you know exactly what I'm going to say because you know me…. all of me."
A shy smile escaped the sorceress, drawing a crinkle from sapphire eyes.
"You know the sunrise is why I wake up every day." Raven nodded. His eyes fell from hers, gazing at her eyelids once more. The smooth piano picked up once more and couples twirled in extravagance around them. But to the sorceress, they were the only two in the world.
Robin leaned so his temple touched her chakra and his lips brushed her violet locks when he spoke. Raven's mouth fell at his tenderness and his pounding heart beat against her palm. Keeping a hand around the back of his neck, Raven stared at his lips, which seemed to be moving in slow motion as he brought her closer still. Or maybe she was pulling him; it was impossible to tell.
"I don't care who you are or who you were." He whispered, "I love you because you're you… You're every hope I've ever had, every dream, and I would doanything to bring you the happiness you deserve."
His kind words had to unraveled her. Everything she'd never believed she'd hear rung in her ears and a kindled relief pooled in her stomach. The sorceress nestled her head in the crook of his neck, no longer trying to stop the trembling that the tears wracked through her body. He loves me…. He really loves me.
Lizst's Liebesträume, intensified but above the music, Robin's own hopeless love slipped a response that Raven had only dared to dream.
"You're my sunrise, Raven."