“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”
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     how gently, how utterly entranced cinder was by coco — how much the duo had changed since they first laid eyes upon one another. what began as cinder wanting nothing more than to crush the brunette’s stupid gay skull became cinder feeling the utmost possessive affection for her. now they were inseparable, figuratively attached at the hip. they weren’t perfect together by any means — they were more like two puzzle pieces that didn’t fit, but they forced together anyways and allowed the edges to fray. now that the wounds had sealed shut, they weren’t going to budge away from one another.
     “ yes? is this childish to you? ”  they queried, quirking an eyebrow. their dissolute swaying was encircled by multicolored leaves dancing around them. the beat the pair slow danced to was no music, rather, the natural beat of the tree branches and the wind ( created by fall maiden themself ). with cinder’s grimm hand hesitantly placed on the small of coco’s back, they pulled her closer to themself, so that their hearts could beat together. their lips rested intentionally against her earlobe, and low voice spoke quietly.  “ hm. perhaps it should be to me as well. ” feeling guilty for suggesting something so juvenile, they huffed in mild anger, yet didn’t want to let her go. they never did.
     fall was all too aware of how naive it was to partake in something such as love, but each day they spent together, more and more of their hateful facade washed away ( only for her ). not that what they shared was any kind of pure love — the thing was, from an adult perspective, slow dancing seemed silly. but when you consider the fact that cinder’s childhood and potential teenage love life was stripped from them by the strict rules placed upon them, it was easy to see how they would be eager to do the little things perceived as normal in a romance. each morning, they craved a kiss, a touch, if nothing other than to just lay in bed together in the darkness til she woke.
      “ be honest. do you think someone like me has ever done something like this? ” they closed yellow eye and waited wordlessly for a response. when they could tell that the brunette was struggling to find an answer, cinder replied for her.  “ i haven’t. ” maybe now coco would understand their longing to feel an ounce of normalcy — after all, she was the only thing that brought that to them.
     “ this is calming. i feel closer to you. ” maiden stated simply, leaning in to place lingering kiss against the thin flesh of her upper neck as their bodies swayed ( the urge to lunge for her neck was no longer out of murderous intent, but rather of a more sensual kind of impulsive desire ). “ dance with me more often, my dear. ” they whispered, cooed their command as if it were a prayer. Â
     how strange nature is; the prey has caught the predator.
