Girl on Fire: Modern AU

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"Come on Aedion." Aelin pouted tugging on his arm.

The girls; Her, Lysandra an Evangeline, wanted to dance but the boys were ruining the mood with their brooding.

"Please, Rowan?" Lysandra batted her eyes.

'Stolen Innocence' began playing on the radio and Evangeline turned it up.

Evangeling began spinning and dancing in ballet like movements to the sad music.

Lysandra was the first to join her.

Aelin just watched but when she saw the tear slip silently down Evangeline's face she understood. This was when there were three girls dancing instead of two. This was when the males stopped brooding and watched.

Aelin was a good dancer, Rowan discovered, as he watched her trained feet twirl about the room. The way that she, all the girls, danced projected sadness. The way that they twisted and turned was smooth and slick, like a tear.

Too soon the song ended and another began. Lysandra never stopped dancing, though Evangeline did stop to catch her breathe, small lungs unpracticed without training. Aelin barely paused, knowing she wouldn't stop, recognizing the title she couldn't very well say no. It was 'Thank God I'm Pretty' by Emilie Autumn.

This time, Aedion noticed, the movements were sharper, less graceful. Not ballet anymore, Aedion wasn't sure what to call it. They looked like marionettes, a fitting theme for the song. The last dance projected sadness but this once made him feel hateful. Like each of those girls were back on the streets and prepared to burn it all to hellas' realm.

Rowan thought that dance was powerful and iconic even though he refused to think of what that song meant to each if those girls.

Lysandra danced because of what happened her whole life.

Evangeline danced for what would have happened and what Lysandra had saved her from.

Aelin danced for Lysandra. For Evangeline. For what nearly happened to her and what is happening to women all over the continent. She danced for her entire country. For the best weapon in her artillery.

The song ended. If the next song is depressing and iconic I swear to the gods Rowan thought.

'She's just a girl and she's on fire' Aelins face brightened.

'Hotter than a fantasy' Rowan growled.

'Lonely like a highway' "Please turn it off." Aedion pleaded.

'Shes living in a world and its in fire' Rowan moved quickly to try turning down the radio.

'Feeling the catastrophe but she knows she can fly away.'

"Rowan hurry!" Aedion yelled as the girls laughed and danced, any sullenness now vanished from their faces.

"The volume button isn't working!" He shouted, panicked.

'Ooh, she's got both feet on the ground'

"Try harder!" Aedion pleaded desperately.

'And she's burning it down!' "No!" The boys both groaned, falling to their knees in defeat.

'Oooh, she's got her head in the clouds,'

"It won't work." Rowan moaned.

"Its broken." Cried Aedion.

'And she's not backing down!'

"Please, Aelin, please." Aedion begged. He was on his knees and everything. Aelin debated giving in.

"THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE!" Aelin screamed.

"This girl is in fire!" The girls sang. Evangeline crawled onto Aedion's shoulders. He shrugged, standing as he began dancing with her.

"Really Aedion?" Rowan asked.

"If you can't beat 'em join 'em." Aedion replied, spinning Lysandra.

Aelin really, truly could not sing but right now her singing was so happy and rare they allowed it. Rowan was still on his knees, not giving in, when Aelin and Lysandra started singing it as a duet. Aedion had set down Evangeline and had begun twirling her about the room.

Rowan stood with a smirk and began singing at the top of his lungs causing Aedion and Evangeline to join in the singing as well. She spun over too Rowan and stood on his feet making Rowan dance with them even though the song had already ended.

They danced in silence because the volume had fixed itself and it now sat at zero. No one turned it up.

So they danced in silence.

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FYI
I don't own any if the songs or the artists. All credit goes to the artists.

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