Drabble/Lyrics: (Just for) Tonight
Author/Artist: huldrejenta
Title: /Just for) Tonight
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #3, Almost
Summary: It's New Year's Eve. A young woman and an older man find themselves drawn towards each other
Notes: This was written as a song with a specific melody in mind (an old, nordic, melancholy waltz), and I'm not certain how much sense this makes standing alone. Maybe I ought to make a podfic where I sing it, haha :) The lyrics are somewhat inspired by the original lyrics.
Un-beta'd, so please excuse any odd choice of words or Norwenglish phrases :)
Happy New Year, everyone!
The party has started and everyone's here
Laughter and music they flow through the air
A few guests are dancing, waltzing with grace
Among them a woman with a smile on her face
She's colourful, eager, whirls and then whirls some more
Her dragon hide boots hardly come near the floor
Dancing beside her is a shabby, grey man
They look at each other, and he gives her his hand
You foolish, old man, now your thoughts have run wild
This dream in your arms is no more than a child
She's pure and she's whole - all the things you can't be
- But she leans a bit closer and smiles - "Dance with me!"
His hands meet her waist and his heart beats too fast
He almost convinces himself this can last
Yes, he might be old, but the moon is brand new
Just for tonight, he'll pretend this is true
Title: /Just for) Tonight
Rating & Warnings: PG
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #3, Almost
Summary: It's New Year's Eve. A young woman and an older man find themselves drawn towards each other
Notes: This was written as a song with a specific melody in mind (an old, nordic, melancholy waltz), and I'm not certain how much sense this makes standing alone. Maybe I ought to make a podfic where I sing it, haha :) The lyrics are somewhat inspired by the original lyrics.
Un-beta'd, so please excuse any odd choice of words or Norwenglish phrases :)
Happy New Year, everyone!
The party has started and everyone's here
Laughter and music they flow through the air
A few guests are dancing, waltzing with grace
Among them a woman with a smile on her face
She's colourful, eager, whirls and then whirls some more
Her dragon hide boots hardly come near the floor
Dancing beside her is a shabby, grey man
They look at each other, and he gives her his hand
You foolish, old man, now your thoughts have run wild
This dream in your arms is no more than a child
She's pure and she's whole - all the things you can't be
- But she leans a bit closer and smiles - "Dance with me!"
His hands meet her waist and his heart beats too fast
He almost convinces himself this can last
Yes, he might be old, but the moon is brand new
Just for tonight, he'll pretend this is true