#335 - Reel
Write about something you know by heart.
"You always say you don't dance," Draco says as they step two three four in slow circles.
"I don't." Mike grins, just a little. There might be music playing. There might be other people around them. They might be alone in a vast white space, infinite and empty; fingers entwined; arms around each other. "I remember the steps; anyway, I can see them, forming in your thoughts. You move. I move."
"'I move, you move' is dancing," Draco says, eyes amused. "Remember?"
(
- Threnody shimmied and Nate laughed
- "You have to move your hips," Jam said. "Put a bit of swing in them, boy."
- Madeline smirked as he dipped her on the swing, bending deliciously.
- Hand in hand, Sarah danced with her baby boy.
)
There's music playing. Someone is singing about the questions of angels and the recollection of the dead. They move together, slow, slow, quick quick, slow.
"I remember you," Mike whispers in Draco's ear and grins at the soft huff of laughter.
"You always say you don't dance," Draco says as they step two three four in slow circles.
"I don't." Mike grins, just a little. There might be music playing. There might be other people around them. They might be alone in a vast white space, infinite and empty; fingers entwined; arms around each other. "I remember the steps; anyway, I can see them, forming in your thoughts. You move. I move."
"'I move, you move' is dancing," Draco says, eyes amused. "Remember?"
(
- Threnody shimmied and Nate laughed
- "You have to move your hips," Jam said. "Put a bit of swing in them, boy."
- Madeline smirked as he dipped her on the swing, bending deliciously.
- Hand in hand, Sarah danced with her baby boy.
)
There's music playing. Someone is singing about the questions of angels and the recollection of the dead. They move together, slow, slow, quick quick, slow.
"I remember you," Mike whispers in Draco's ear and grins at the soft huff of laughter.