Gentle twirling flakes of lace drifted down through the sky, waltzing with each other, parting, and curtsying to a new partner. The harsh corners of the Metropolis were softened by the delicate white fingers of winter, and its streetlights served to illuminate the graceful dance of the snow.
A girl with frostblushing cheeks and hair laced with snowflakes walked down the muted white thoroughfare, her snugly wrapped red scarf fluttering oh so slightly in the breeze. Bright sky eyes took in the snowy scene, alight with wonder at how the lace of ice and wind could so change a city she saw every day. Coaxing beams of light beckoned her to a cafe, the scent of melted chocolate and warmth wrapping her in a comfortable peace. On light feet, she went closer, breathing in deeply the smell of comfort. She didn't step into the light, instead hovering on the edge of its warming influence. Inside the frosted windowpane, a boy with eyes the color of cloudy days and hair blacker than midnight seemed to notice her, and smiled slightly. Pulling a hand gloved in a calming blue out of the pocket of her tan coat where it had been nestled, she waved at him. He waved back, and turned to the counter and the attentive cashier behind it.
The girl remained in the darkened street, hands in pockets and eyes at the sky watching the dancing snowfall. Her gaze slipped downward after a few moments of crystalline silence to the gently steaming cup of cocoa the boy was holding out. She smiled and accepted it, and the two walked down the sidewalk together, the mist of night enveloping them for the moments between streetlights. Companionable silence knit them together, each lost in their own thoughts of previous meetings atop the roofs. Those meetings had been different, not covered in crystal rain but in the beams of a silver moon as the two had danced the struggle of justice and villainy. Those had been the first, the ones when looking into each other's eyes was a challenge, not a message. When they had not yet known the other as anything but enemy.
But then the night when the stars had whispered secrets and the wind murmured of difference and they had met on the edge of a building. He had been dancing with nothing but a memory as she watched from a hidden cove. Twirling, waltzing, crying a song only those whose hearts have been broken know. Then, a tap. A hand rested on a shoulder as an invitation. Even now, walking through the iceglowing streets of a city nobody knew about, hand touched shoulder in a welcome none but they could feel. A welcome invitation to forget hero and villain again, to dance upon the moonlight and listen to the sky play a song only they could feel. To simply be with one another. A curtsy, a bow. Hand on waist, hand on shoulder again. Step, step, twirl and laugh into the silence of a watching world. A dip, steps leading in a sweeping circle through the snow. A whisper of, "Remember?", a whispered yes.
Cocoa forgotten on the bench, hero in arms of villain, they waltzed across the ice cold light of the moon, forgotten by all who did not raise their eyes to see them dancing on the promise of a secret. Only those that looked up would have seen as the dancing of opposites closed with a breath, eyes on eyes, and a kiss. The light of the moon wrapped them in cold arms, lowering them gently to the ground where a look meant goodbye and a touch was a promise. The two gave the promise of a time to be repeated, and with cups forgotten on the bench where they had been placed next to collect the frozen tears of a sky, walked away from each other, their steps almost coordinated in a secret dance.
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FantasyI occasionally write random short stories or exerpts from novels I might never write, so might as well post them here for y'all!
