She Dances - fic
She dances.
Her white dress flows around like a river. And the world dances with her, snowflakes turning around her as she graciously moves, small pieces of clouds falling down her body as she travels distances and crosses frontiers.
She dances.
Her white dress is wet with the soft white cold flakes falling from the sky. The wind moves her, carrying her gently as her bare feet swirl all over the soft white snow.
She dances.
Her white dress is cold, as cold as the world around her, but her body is burning. Snowflakes melt as soon as they touch her white soft skin, tracing soft cold kisses all over her blazing body.
She dances.
Her white dress is too thin to protect her from the cold weather, but she doesn’t care. She is safe in the warmth that involves her heart. Warmth that she can’t touch, but that reaches out for her. And as she dances, the warmth grows stronger. That’s why she dances.
She dances for him.
And she knows he watches her.