Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

66. Song

*** Alastor POV ***

As if on que the lights dimmed with only the dance floor in the middle being illuminated by a few spotlights. The same aetherial chanting broke out as if coming from every corner of the room as when you sang for me that day. You made your way into the light looking nothing short of spectacular. Your skirt was full with many layers of black translucent frill that spun with your every movement, and your top was a high neck crop with long bell sleeves. I knew about the performance ofcouse, I helped pick the dress, but it didn't make it any less captivating.

Chuaigh mé isteach I dteach aréir
Is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna
Is é dúirt sí liom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor"
Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile

You started with light flowing hand movements, and slow steps as you moved through the foreign lyrics.

I came by a house last night
And told the woman I am staying
I said to her: "The moon is bright
And my fiddle's tuned for playing"

Sure enough the playful sound of a fiddle began to echo from one corner and then another, making the whole crowd turn their heads briefly only for their attention to be recaptured by your flowing dance. Now quicker and jovial.

Tell me that the night is long
Tell me that the moon is glowing
Fill my glass, I'll sing a song
And will start the music flowing
Never mind the rising light
There's no sign of day or dawning
In my heart it's still the night
And we'll stay here till the morning

My breath snuck away from me as I watched, every note of your voice and flick of your wrist taking me away. I could feel the atmosphere of an old lakeside tavern, the smell of mead and grain filing my nose.

Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh
It's not day nor yet awhile
I can see the starlight shining

As you sand the word "starlight" our eyes met briefly like you meant that line just for me, making my heart dissolve into a warm, adoring puddle in my chest.

Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh
Fill the glasses one more time
And never heed the empty bottle
Turn the water into wine
And turn the party up full throttle

At the crescendo you stopped with a snap of your fingers and hand raised up your whole dress following you in a graceful ark before you broke into merry dance again, at this point people were joining in from around the crowd swaying and rocking to your infectious rhythm.

Don't go out into the cold
Where the wind and rain are blowing
For the fire is flaming gold
And in here the music's flowing

Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh

Tell me that the night is long
Tell me that the moon is gleaming
Fill my glass, I'll sing a song
And we'll keep the music streaming
Until all the songs are sung!"

The song finished and the atmosphere of dissipated but not the jovial mood that it bred. The lights came back on and people crowded the dance floor.

"Holy shit." I heard Vox mumble, the look on both his and Velvette's faces was like they just saw the light. I was trying to keep an eye on you as you headed off but I got hug tackled from the side by a little owl girl, almost knocking me off the chair.