She spins gently and slowly, arms raised. She leaps over candle flames, the feeling of the darkness watching over. She wears a white silk dress, the fabric moves across her delicate skin as she twirls. Her eyes were closed and the room grew warmer. Her small feet takes a mind of its own and guides her movement and body. She feels the hand that gently takes her and the other lands around her silk-covered waist. She flies and the shadows follow, black stains her silk dress. The fabric glides against her thighs as she dances her heart and soul away. The hands never stop, moving around her torso and arms. She twirls and falls as if she was being dipped. She falls and the shadows hold her hand that lays outstretched for them. Eyes. Red eyes open around the room and stare at her fallen body. The silk dress, once white, once black, now red, spreads around her legs.
And her hand falls, gold shining on her finger.
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Short StoryEh...What the title says... Basically me writing whatever pops up in my head. Ships. OCs. Other stuff *shrugs* Cover by @deliriousmind Highest rank: 489
