Swooning Tales
Arthur~
I came home to a lot of surprises awaiting me at the door. A part of me was overwhelmed, happy, and dancing to the beats of love. Newly sprouted flowers swaying in the garden with the cool breeze of spring winding through them. Everywhere I look it seems lively, and I had the most random urge to live all over again. The life that I stopped living years ago as it's just now a humanly figure breathing while roaming around among other reckless humans, ready to squeeze the hell out of you for their own purpose and left you at the end like a used tissue to breathe until it dissolved completely into the earth.
Forgetting all the shades of autumn and the hollow wounds which ripped through all these years, healed in an instant and the pain flew with an air of strangerness and bewilderment.
All I knew was I wanted to be carried away with the wind and dance of the rhythmic tunes of nature. The soft, appalling, consoling, and mesmerizing sensation of it making me born once again out of the hole of mourning and lifelessness and relish the new hues of spring.
As I opened the door, something in my jeans vibrated and shook my skin under it. My feet stopped right there as I might have some illusions on the spot. I sifted it out of the pocket and was amazed at my own sense of recognizing the events before it's happening.
My eyes shoot wide and lips curled up as my finger scrolled on the screen.
"Could you come earlier today? We would need some extra time to do some rehearsal for the prop night?"
I hopped on my feet in the door and slamming it behind me I ran into my room.
Did she mean, yes? She'll be my partner?
Arthur's partner..
This was the first time I felt the need to be around someone, I regret my decision of not sharing my space with anyone.
'Oh, someone please pinch me.'
'Is she really going to be my partner at the party?' I wondered as I stared at my reflection in the tall mirror tilted against the window of my room.
Bending my arms in front of me, I imagined her in my arms, her hands resting on my shoulders as our breathes collided. Her whispers lingered over my shoulders and the long trunk of my neck. The flare of her red dress swaying in the air as we danced, our feet moved in coordination, her hands rubbed on my shoulders and we showed our perfect moves in the white spot light. At the end the show was broken with the hooting and clapping of audience seated on the red and black chairs of the auditorium.
Suddenly my orbs fell on the watch wrapped around my wrist, I had 30 minutes, hurriedly I ran into the washroom, dress up and was ready to leave for house when someone knocked on the door.
"Who could be at the door right now?" Blowing a disgusted sigh from my mouth I marched towards it and flipped it open.
It was a courier boy with a huge box laid in front of his feet. I frowned my eyebrows while trading my gaze from him to the box.
"Who have sent it?"
I checked for the sender's address, Dad has sent me a box. "But why."
I was already running late so I quickly signed the paper and dragged the box in. Pushing it closer to the sofa I walked out of the house and leave for her place.
Was I got unlucky or it was usual and I was feeling it because of my impatience to reach there as soon as possible. The traffic jam on the way was really testing my patience.
I got 5 minutes late when I finally made it to her house. As usual parking my car and climbing the stairs I knocked on the door. She took some time and opened the door.
"Come in." She said as I followed her in.
As I walked in a very rich smell welcomed me in. The living room which mostly was satiated in the semi darkness was illuminated by the yellowish burning light of the scented candles.
I took my seat, as she disappeared like a sorcerer somewhere in the darkness.
I clutched my knees together and sat there reservedly. After a while she appeared dressed in a long black gown.
Her hair tied on the base of her neck in a messy bun. Her shoulders her carrying the burden of the thin roped of her dress.
As she headed in my direction and played the music on her way. I felt like I got trapped in a net of the witch, but there's no way I let her conquer this man and relish her victory all alone.
"I thought a little bit practice before the actual event would help us. Also, I didn't knew whether you're good dancer or not." She chuckled.
I stood up from seat and marched towards her. Without touching her I leaned forward and reached her ears.
As my whispers trailed down her neck she closed her eyes. I didn't knew whether it was out of protest or pleasure.
"Don't ever doubt the dancing skills of a man." I blew out playfully.
I could see her lips curling up after hearing this.
I slowly wrapped my arms around her waist and slightly jerked it into me. As she snapped her hands on my chest and slid them up gradually.
"Let's see, Mr." She muttered.
Grabbing her one hand in mine, we intertwined our fingers and with a sudden raising note of the music playing on the tape, I made her body sway with mine. Our feet moved in examplary coordination, as my fingers tiptoed on her back.
It was the music that made us go mad or the brewing beans of pleasure, I didn't know what made us swoon so bad.
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