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Giselle Fantasia · 10-02-2011, 01:51 PM

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WC: 1066. You would you drama llama <3. Aaand now this makes me want to watch Enchanted again. The Disney dance seals the deal :3!

Warmth had engulfed her like a soft caress, and suddenly she wasn't sure if she could hear her own heartbeat, or if it was his own. The young damsel seemed to forget the importance of breathing, making her chest beat furiously, but she was afraid to let in the air of reality, unsure if this was a dream or her fantasy in true form. Her own eyes studied his face, as if soon she would snap awake and all of this had never happen.. had never been written in her mind. Countless times had she dreamed of this, but his touch was warm, and his eyes were alive and honest when they swam in sky blue depths of her face.

And then he smiled, something else that she was sure she had imagined just then. It was not the same joy that painted his face at the look of his meal, or even the satisfying grin of finding just the right book, but something more. The young woman could hear nothing but their own breathing, which seemed as scarce as a small breeze, and she wondered if he could feel the creeping heat that painted her face and warmed her insides. But there was something contagious about his charming smile, something she never wished to see disappear, and she tried to match the radiance with her own. Never wavering from his soft green gaze, the young girl briefly remembered how she danced with her father, when she would put her feet on his own as he taught her the moves. And then it was only her, spinning around with outstretched arms, watching her feet and how they slid along the floor.

Giselle could not say when they began moving, but when he did she found her feet. Time was forgotten, and all she could feel was the cool breeze along her sides when they moved as one. Lights shimmered and blurred around her, illuminating various parts and colors of their form, her hair and dress trailing along whenever they could. Their movements were fluid, and though Giselle tried to concentrate on her feet, she nearly found them floating on their own, as if they knew not to ruin a more perfect moment. The princess felt a soft hum reverberate in her chest, but it was his own humming that she could feel, to a tune all his own that she dare not break with words.

There had been something fulfilled, this night. A part of her was filling up like clear water, to the brim, and it was satisfying. Though there would be no tears, not even daring happy ones. There it was, a dream coming true, and Giselle was living it, letting it soar into the clouds and sew its remembrance like a silver lining. Though her painted picture was at a ball, all eyes on only her and her prince, the fireflies stood as witness. In her dream and much like that night, they would find steps and moves to communicate where words could not. And, in her dream, she would find her heart pulse in her throat and fall down in the pit of her stomach, and with each sweep she'd fall more in love with her prince.

But it was no prince now that cupped her hand, nor a prince who guided her along the forest grass and illuminated evening with a simple touch at her waist. No prince could ever wave away his kingdom for a few hours to sit among the grass and lay there until the stars dusted the greying sky. No, it was the man before her that smiled gallantly, and it was he at the ball of fireflies who asked her to dance. Her eyes almost wished this knight a prince, but all she saw were emeralds that shone like fire, unfaltering, and suddenly that wish did not matter. He was the male of charming royalty she envisioned, and she the lady with dreams in her head that only he could make true.

Then the prince had her spinning, his warmth retreating save for the brush of their fingertips, looking out into the flickering lights of onlookers. All colors spun around, making themselves known, the fireflies parting and swirling and dancing to their own tune above and around the pair. Before she knew it, she was drawn back to the flame, and her hand found his arm again, his large, steady fingers wrapped above her own small ones. As her dress wrapped around her calves and ringlets of her hair came tumbling forward when their bodies met, powder blues found emeralds once more, like the promise of forever, and the careful touch she had on the knight moments ago became a pressing hold, feeling just a bit more, yearning to be just a bit closer.

She found that their fluid steps grew shorter, and a sudden, unexpected wish had yet to be fulfilled. Giselle found it hard to part from his piercing gaze, that threatened to drown her in green flames, but when she did her head leaned forward, and snow colored fur pressed against the coffee cream hues of his chest. She was almost surprised at his warmth, feeling it against her cheek, though it could have well been her own face flushing. As if in effort for more of this satisfying flame, her left hand shifted and trailed a bit higher along his arm, and her fingers from her other hand pressed further into his dark palm. The young woman settled there, hearing his humming among their steadying, mingling heartbeats, not knowing what compelled her to move into his form, but Giselle didn't dare back away now.. for fear of realizing this vivid dream coming to an end, if there was one.

Silence, although welcome, was heavy, and with her latest action she felt the need for words, any words, to say to the man above her. "You are a lovely dancer," she complimented in a genuine tone, muffling the words into his fur. Breathing had slowed comfortably, swaying to a song that had been created all on its own, that night. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips, watching the dazzling, enchanted world being filled out before her in the form of a million little lights, feeling as if she had swallowed a lightning bug and sensing its simmering fire glow hotter within her.

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