My Wife Is Insane

Oh How I've wanted To Change (Violet x Isabella)

Listen, I've watched   Violet  Evergarden    FULLY (if that's possible.) And we know, yes, gay stuff. Also my mom called me a stripper. I feel smexy. (IM BEING HELD HOSTAGE)

She stiffens and straightened her bad posture, feeling her nerves rising once her hand was placed on her waist. "Violet, I'll step on your feet.. I don't know how to dance-" Isabella was shortly cut off. "Miss, if you would allow me to share a secret-" Violet pulled Isabella with that hand that was currently occupied onto her waist. She didn't notice the red blush forming on her student's face, or maybe because she doesn't know it? Violet is always new to these sort of things, it's possible Isabella could simply get a cold. But in spring? 

Faces inches apart even though   I    use centimeters, Isabella could feel the cold breath of the supposed to be male lead. It feels like a dream come true, hearing the background people squeal and gasp; "Oh my gosh how dreamy!" "She's so lucky to have such a pretty knight in hand!" "Lord I wish that was me.." 

Leaning closer next to her ear, Violet's breath was tickling the neck of her student she heed to tutor from her parents, saying along the lines "Relax, you do not need to fixate yourself so much. Follow my lead." 

And so she did, she might have accidentally stepped onto her feet a few times but Violet had shrugged it off as if it was nothing - which, truth to be told, felt nothing. Her feet were probably numbed for walking so much during the war. Yeah, could be it. Or maybe it had to do something with staring at her so much? Violet couldn't help herself, her heart warms up for the girl she's dancing with. Thinking maybe it's the fun they're both having, she's clueless to this new feeling once again. A sort déja vu. 

So on, they practiced and practiced, in the end Isabella was the only one breathless as she pants. The sun was setting already, was it seven o'clock? How long have they been doing this? "Are you alright, miss?" Light concern, her knight in shining armor - well, in a boarding school uniform - holding her waist tightly as if she did not want to let her go so soon. "Yes, I'm fine. Could we do this next time? I feel exhausted." yawning, cupping her mouth by her hand. The other person let her go, agreeing to head back to the dorms to wash up and rest well but before Isabella could take another step, she wobbled and nearly fell if it wasn't for Violet catching her in time.  "Your legs seem to be in critical condition, put your arms around my neck." "Huh? O-okay.." 

Shrieking, faces once again so close. 

"I will bring you back safely, young master."

I'm sick of waiting, patiently, for someone- that won't even arrive.