𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓 𝕷𝖆 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 | Prosciutto X Fem!Reader

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"Just hold still."

Ladys hand grazed the palm of Prosciuttos foot lightly, a stifled snort becoming audible among the quiet twinkles of the stars around them.

"Ticklish?" She grinned.

"No," Liar. "It just felt funny."

Dancing on the stars, what an preposterous idea! It was mad talk! But if this woman is really the moon, then this must be the most normal thing he's been through all week. There was no harm in trying this out.

Stardust coated his feet like sandals, embalming the soles with a slight buzz that left them feeling almost like they were being poked with pins and needles. Not in an alarming way, of course, just little pricks here and there in a way that would usually tell him he's been sitting for too long.

A radio sat idle off to the side, its fuzzy hum leaving static to hang emptily in the night air, tuned to a dead channel (Formaggios brain always seems to be in a similar state).

Lady was on the tip of the roof, lazily kicking off her new flats and hanging them on two still stars beside her before beckoning him over with the curl of her finger. It didn't seem like she coated her feet with the stardust as well, but one would naturally assume that she didn't need it anyway. 

"Just follow my lead, ok? Oh- and don't look down!" She smiled, taking Prosciuttos hand into her own before leading him... up a staircase? Yes, a stairway of stars, who would've thought!

Like any other person, he scrunched his face as he prepared to fall after his first step, only to peek one eye open in surprise when he found he felt like he was on solid ground. He tested the stars a bit, too, pressing his weight onto them timidly before letting his other foot climb one step higher.

Oh my god, he was walking on air. Prosciutto, was walking, on air. 

This is the only kind of things you hear in fairytales, or when someone describes love to another-- yet here he is, experiencing it himself, first hand.

The tiny red radio, spilling static into the twinkling air flooded with stars, began to float from where it sat, and glided over to Lady almost robotically, her nimble fingers turning the dial until it reached a strangely specific station.

Waltz, he recognized. One of his favorite things, even if he had no time to practice.

As a kid, he always romanticized dancing with his lover in a ballroom, twirling around among strangers he'd never see again, and holding his dearest close. As an assassin such as he, the idea was merely a dream, something always out of his grasp in this profession. Someone gives him a name, he finds them, and pulls the trigger. 

Perhaps this was his chance. His chance to let change take its course, his chance to let life break him out of that cycle he hated so. Maybe, he could finally get what he wanted, without thinking of the consequences of it.

They were mighty high up now, and yet, they climbed still, Prosciutto not even bothered when the air became thin, and the clouds grew thick with twilight.

The mass of stars that had covered their base in light followed Lady like simple servants, some flying faster than others, and finding a snug place high above the two when they finally stopped on top of modestly sized cloud.

He could step on it, he awed. He always figured clouds would feel like nothing, and though it did still, it just seemed all the more magical at the dimness of night, hand in hand with what played imposter to a perfect partner, as the light of a thousand stars glittered around them softly.