HEY this is my new second story since the other one wasnt a hit. So... yeah.... later on ill need some imput on what to put as a summary,and mabye a new title but thats if you like it. YOU NEED TO COMMENT!!!!!!! OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!! nah, but really i need some imput on what is good, bad, or other wise. PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Btw i know the spelling sucks,SORRY! i do accept corrections though.
Dmitri walked down the packed dirt street towards Anastasyas home, whistling on his way. Since his mom died he had spent less time dressed as a prince and more time dressed as a peasant. When he wasn’t a prince he donned the loose white tunic and the pair of loose trousers, and ran a little carpenter shop on the corner of the market street.
That’s where he met Anastasya. He had made a music box that played his mothers favorite song, the song that was now forbidden to sing by order of his royal heinous the king. She had looked at the box intently, and then she had straightened her back out and asked if it played. To answer her question he had slipped the key from his pocket and wound it up, it played the song his mother loved. She listened intently to the song slightly swaying to the tune. As it ended she thanked him for showing her and swiftly left.
The next day she came again, the music box had been wound up previously for another customer to hear. She looked around the market obviously not noticing him in the back of his shop watching her intently. Finally satisfied that nobody was around her she started to dance; slowly at first she swayed in a circle, her feet moving in time with the 3 count swaying rhythm. She then moved her right hand out to the side and her left a little higher than her head, almost as though she were dancing with an imaginary partner.
He watched her move mesmerized with her movements. He stepped towards her fully intending to take the place of her imaginary partner. Once he had made it out of the shop, he took a step towards her, then another, and another until he had replaced her invisible partner. She didn’t even notice when he placed one of his hands in hers and his other around her waist, too lost in her own fantasy to care feel the difference between him and her invisible partner. Only when the music came to a slow stop did she finally realize that she had a partner. She blushed and looked down at her feet embarrassed that he had witnessed her little fantasy. When he backed away slowly she didn’t move an inch until he had retreated into his shop in an unsaid goodbye.
The next day she came by around the same time and stared at the music box in envy. Dmitri had slowly stood up from behind the counter. As soon as she saw him she looked down, blushed, and mumbled her apology for making a fool of herself the day before, slowly backing away from the glass case. He didn’t say a word as he slowly took the music box out from the display case and came around the counter. She took a cautious step back from him.
“Would you like to have it?” he asked in a voice much like one you would use when trying to approach a scared child.
Dmitri watched as differing emotions cross her face. First one of shock, then of disbelief, envy, then guilt. “Oh, I couldn’t… I really shouldn’t… I haven’t any thing to exchange for it…” she let her sentence die off.
“I want you to have it,” he stated. “You obviously love it, lest you wouldn’t have stopped by every day to look at it.”
She mumbled excuses as to why she shouldn’t take it as Dmitri he grabbed her right hand and placed it on one side of the music box, then he reached for her left hand placing it on the other side of the box, holding her hands on the sides. Once she was sure she would not drop the music box, he slowly took his hands from hers and slowly reached around to the nape of his neck. Dmitri unclasped the chain that held the key, and moved around behind her. He placed the chain around her neck clasping it in place before slowly moving back in front of her. He tilted her head up with his thumb and his first finger, forcing her to meet his stunning his emerald green eyes.
“I want you to have it,” he repeated softly beside her ear, only adding to the intimacy of the moment. He didn’t miss the blush that crept along her skin, turning her cheeks, neck, and chest a light shade of pink. Dmitri released her eyes from his intense gaze and took a reluctant step back.
“I would like to know the name of its beautiful owner though.” Her blush deepened to a darker shade of pink, and he smiled sweetly.
“Anastasya” she mumbled so quietly that he would have had trouble hearing her if they weren’t so close to each other.
Suddenly her posture changed, her shoulders straightened, her head lifted with a snap of her neck. When her eyes met his they were stone cold, emotionless, as though she had erected a wall around her heart making it impossible for Dmitri to touch her feelings. His smile dropped.
“Thank you…” Anastasya’s sentence died off.
“Dmitri,” He inserted for her immediately, his desperation leaking into his voice.
“Dmitri, for giving me the music box. I will cherish it always.” Her emotionless voice cutting him to the core. Her face betrayed her for a second; letting her wall crumble to reveal a small glimpse of her confused emotions across her face, hope, kindness, despair, sadness, and others that just seemed to make her more at war with herself. But soon the wall was back up around her.
“Will you be by tomorrow?” silently hoping that she would want to see him again.
“Sure.”
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Mackie Welter
