Drabble: DANCE
Characters: Elizabeth, Will, and William(at least that's what we assumed his name to be...)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Turners. Disney owns claim to them.
The music lofted over the heads of the dancers. They twirled and whirled in time with the beat. The strings section kept a hearty tune playing. Elizabeth could feel the sweat starting to roll down her neck as she swung her arms around her. She brushed her hand across her forehead wiping away a drop before linking her arms with a younger gentleman. She laughed as he wheeled her around and around in a circle.
The music came to a stop and Elizabeth bowed low to her son. She smiled as she rose seeing him return the smile to her. The smirk on his lips pushed his rosed cheeks up.
William extended his hand to his mother. "Shall we have another go, Mother?" he sweetly asked.
Elizabeth held her hand on her heart and looked at her young child. "My dear son, I think I need a rest for the moment. These bones are getting frail with age," she laughed.
"I don't think they are that frail, milady," came a smooth voice behind her.
Elizabeth wheeled around and stared at the handsome figure standing behind her.
"Will," she barely whispered.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Turners. Disney owns claim to them.
The music lofted over the heads of the dancers. They twirled and whirled in time with the beat. The strings section kept a hearty tune playing. Elizabeth could feel the sweat starting to roll down her neck as she swung her arms around her. She brushed her hand across her forehead wiping away a drop before linking her arms with a younger gentleman. She laughed as he wheeled her around and around in a circle.
The music came to a stop and Elizabeth bowed low to her son. She smiled as she rose seeing him return the smile to her. The smirk on his lips pushed his rosed cheeks up.
William extended his hand to his mother. "Shall we have another go, Mother?" he sweetly asked.
Elizabeth held her hand on her heart and looked at her young child. "My dear son, I think I need a rest for the moment. These bones are getting frail with age," she laughed.
"I don't think they are that frail, milady," came a smooth voice behind her.
Elizabeth wheeled around and stared at the handsome figure standing behind her.
"Will," she barely whispered.