Tak. Tak. Tak.
Polished, black boots striking against a polished wood floor. A short black cape billowing softly around the figure.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A pair of worn-out brown buckled shoes on the same shined floor. A green dress, creating mesmerizing twirls.
Tap, tak. Tap, tak. Tap, tak.
It was hard not to hear a certain rhythm in the footsteps, perfectly matching a subtle piano in the next room over.
Two figures in a grand ballroom, lights bright and floors shining. The party was very much over with, but the two had just begun their dance.
A twirl. A sidestep. A step slightly closer...
One dressed in rags, stained and worn. The other in an elegant black uniform.
A young maid and a young knight, both worn from their respective works.
But they would both forever have the energy left for just one more dance.
[[Pff. Fail-fic? It's so short. Ahaha. inspired by a dream the other night, I just had to write it out. ]]
Friedrich II · Wed Jun 02, 2010 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |