Post by ★Ronnie Rillito on Dec 14, 2013 13:43:48 GMT -5
 | Glass SLipper Dash HER HOURGLASS OF ICE It wasn't until she noticed his own expression faltered slightly, the ever so tiny squint to his eyes and head tip that made her realize she had been staring. She dropped her gaze to his tie, the flush creeping on her cheeks that she tried to beat down and keep from her shoulders. The song ended, once again drawling back out into the music box sound as her right hand rose up over her head. Fingers were still lightly clasped together in his as she turned slowly in a spin while holding her dress out in her left hand, till the song stopped. The end leaving her to face him as she slowly lifted her eyes once more, trailing up from the buttons of his white shirt to the dark silk of his tie and back to his face. Their eyes met once more and she opened her mouth to say something when the applause broke the moment causing her to pull her hand down and turn from him. Her eyes trailed over towards the other side of the room giving a small clap to the hired orchestra along with the rest of the crowd. Honey colored eyes crept to the corners stealing a glance over at him she asked, "Did you want to sit down?" She offered, her feet already carrying her towards the edge of the floor as the next song begun to play. That's when she stopped, recognizing it as her parents wedding song. It'd been played often whenever her parents had a disagreement. Her mothers way of silently apologizing while her dad considered it to be her subtle way of guilt tripping him. She turned back around, her white heels warm on feet as she grabbed his hand stopping him from leaving off the floor. "After this one." Her eyes met his pleading for him to allow her the next one. "Dance with me, to this one, first." It'd been probably the most she had said to him that evening so far. She didn't know all the moves to this dance but she new the rhythm, of it and that it would be a close quartered one. She moved back against him, taking her place, leaving barely six inches between them. Her feet moved into place and her chin lifted bringing her eyes back to his. Her left foot poised to step backwards into the movement and be swept away again, back into the fairy tale. She'd give just about anything to freeze the moment, to stop time from ticking away. There were many thing she wanted to say to him just then, her hand ready with a fistful of firsts she wanted to experience and she picked him to give them to. But despite the need, she kept them locked in her fist, going so far as to hide them back in her pocket. He was her manager, his father having already explained to her the precarious situation they were in and how delicate and bitter fame truly was. There would be nothing more to come of it than this tonight, these shared moments on a dance floor that would leave her feet aching and her head in the clouds for at least three days after. She felt thee cool air of the AC sweep across the room and glide over her back. She wouldn't care if time froze just then, locking everything in ice catching the moment as is. She'd be okay with that, with being locked in her fairy tale. |
