chapter 13 of for blue skies, I forgive you has been posted!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Maybe it’s the music, the wedding guests pairing off and embarking for the dance floor. Maybe it’s everything that’s remained unspoken between them for over twelve months now, or maybe it’s just the pretty lights. Whatever it may be, her reverie is not a long one, not with the way he’s looking at her in his three piece suit, or the way he juts his head in the direction of the dance floor and says, “Shall we?” And he’s all gentility, but he is certain, like it’s not an offer that carries the weight of a decade of ill-gotten gains and missed chances. She can’t help but blink at him, caught off guard and uncharacteristically dumbfounded. Her lips part, but not a sound follows the motion, and his gaze softens at her hesitancy. “I think I owe you a dance,” he says softly, and extends his hand for her to take.














