Magic Dance

Magic Dance

A Story by Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)
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Was writing a fanfiction. This is just a section of the one story.

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A rush of wind came up around them. It caused her hair to curl around her face and flow with the breeze. Neither one was willing to release the other.

They stood there for what seemed like forever just staring into one another’s eyes. Wondering, searching. Suddenly they became aware that it had slowly begun to rain. He moved to pull away from her but, she held him fast. At his questioning look she smiled and whispered, “Dance with me?"

 He gave a wide smile, his eyes twinkling increased tenfold, as he gripped her hand and spun her out and back to him. Her eyes danced with what he could assume as joy. Then, together in the slowly dying rain; as the clouds began to part and the sunset shone through with brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds, bringing their beings to colorful life, they danced.

They twirled, dipped, and moved together as if they had been dancing together their whole lives, as though they were meant to be dancing in this way and no other. Dancing not as Headmaster and Deputy, Employer and employee, the best of friends, no. They danced as man and woman.

The world around them seemed to melt and it was only them. Their minds began to wander back in time. Flashes of them dancing at parties, weddings, and balls. It was only them and no one, nothing else. The fire in their hearts seemed to flicker to life before becoming a strong burning desire.

The two danced closely together; sharing smiles, laughter, and moments of comfort just staring into one another’s eyes. It was an endless pleasure; no music was needed in this moment. The light of the setting sun seemed to give them a mystical, magical, spell bound, mesmerizing glow. It surrounded them. It filled them to the brim with hope, desire, comfort, and love.

The breeze around them seemed to whisper words of old love. They were in a trance. With each turn, each daring step, every tantalizing touch seemed to bring them closer and closer. Not caring that they were out in the open, just caring that they were in the arms of the one they longed for most.

The air around them crackling and sparking to life sending small orbs of light to dance around them like tiny fireflies.

If anyone had cared enough to take a look out of a window or door toward the lake they would have seen something truly magical. The man and woman dancing with their arms laced around one another seemed to create the picture for a perfect fairy tale.

An old school girl crush seemed to come crashing back down on her as she stared into his twinkling blue eyes. She knew she loved him. She always has but, she would never admit that to him.

The long snuffed out flame that he had for the woman in his arms began to burn a new as he gazed into her glowing green eyes. He loved her. He always has and yet he could never tell her that.

Without even realizing it, they had stopped dancing and were just staring into one another’s eyes; still wrapped up in each other’s arms.

With reluctance and heavy sighs, they pulled apart and headed back to the stone castle in silence. Lost in thought and lost in the feelings that had been reborn in them and brought to the surface for instance in time, unnoticed.

Wrapped in silence, the man with the blue eyes and the woman with eyes of green entered the castle and went their separate ways, each with a whispered farewell.

Back into their everyday lives and their time of loving their best friend in silence. 

© 2012 Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)


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Paige L. Brooks  (Call me Andy)
Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)

Newport News, VA



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My name is Paige, I am only 15 years old but, I am told that I am an old soul. I am a mother to most and a tower of strength to all. A hopeless romantic and a lover of the classical romance. I write m.. more..

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