[Fic] Dancing in the Dark (Theodore Nott/Harry Potter)
Title: Dancing in the Dark
Character(s): Theodore Nott/Harry Potter
Prompt: the ballroom at midnight
Rating: G
Word Count: 355
Summary: They could dance in the dark.
Notes: Third of seven.
It was dark, all the lights out, a new moon leaving the midnight sky black as pitch and coal and beetle eyes. Velvet darkness. It draped around and through the rooms, a cloak of secrets and illusions, making a hall of mirrors that could not quite be seen.
It was safe in the dark - out of sight, out of mind, after all - and anything was possible.
They could dance in the dark.
They didn’t speak - words would have broken the spell, so much more potent than any tangible magic - and instead let their hands convey the message. And when their hands were no longer enough, their lips took over, gentle and harsh in turns.
Need, want, love. The powerful message carried in this silent dance. Always a dance, anything less would have lost the meaning. A thousand things never said aloud, never recognised by light of day, not for them, not in this life.
But they could dance in the dark.
Time did not exist there, in their small infinity where the only sound was soft breath mingled with the silken glide of skin on fabric on skin on bone on the air itself when they had finally faded away and apart and together into one. That was their music. The music that set the rhythm and pace of their dance. The music to which they lived their lives.
This was beautiful, beautiful because it wasn’t, because it was flawed and cruel and wrong. Beautiful because it shouldn’t happen, because they did not belong together. But they should have belonged together. And that was beautiful, too.
Yes, they could dance in the dark.
When morning arrived, as morning always arrived despite all efforts to evade it, the light would scare away the darkness and the dance would end and they would part. Their separate lives would resume. And it wasn’t fair or kind or right, but that was what they had.
And then night would fall again and midnight would come and the cloak would wrap around them again and it would be safe.
And they could dance in the dark.
Character(s): Theodore Nott/Harry Potter
Prompt: the ballroom at midnight
Rating: G
Word Count: 355
Summary: They could dance in the dark.
Notes: Third of seven.
It was dark, all the lights out, a new moon leaving the midnight sky black as pitch and coal and beetle eyes. Velvet darkness. It draped around and through the rooms, a cloak of secrets and illusions, making a hall of mirrors that could not quite be seen.
It was safe in the dark - out of sight, out of mind, after all - and anything was possible.
They could dance in the dark.
They didn’t speak - words would have broken the spell, so much more potent than any tangible magic - and instead let their hands convey the message. And when their hands were no longer enough, their lips took over, gentle and harsh in turns.
Need, want, love. The powerful message carried in this silent dance. Always a dance, anything less would have lost the meaning. A thousand things never said aloud, never recognised by light of day, not for them, not in this life.
But they could dance in the dark.
Time did not exist there, in their small infinity where the only sound was soft breath mingled with the silken glide of skin on fabric on skin on bone on the air itself when they had finally faded away and apart and together into one. That was their music. The music that set the rhythm and pace of their dance. The music to which they lived their lives.
This was beautiful, beautiful because it wasn’t, because it was flawed and cruel and wrong. Beautiful because it shouldn’t happen, because they did not belong together. But they should have belonged together. And that was beautiful, too.
Yes, they could dance in the dark.
When morning arrived, as morning always arrived despite all efforts to evade it, the light would scare away the darkness and the dance would end and they would part. Their separate lives would resume. And it wasn’t fair or kind or right, but that was what they had.
And then night would fall again and midnight would come and the cloak would wrap around them again and it would be safe.
And they could dance in the dark.