Sunday snippet
hi! i was tagged by @gortashsrighthand, @dynamicducks, @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream, @ghost-of-a-dream-girl, @mad-rigals, @saylofwaterdeep ā thank you!
this is a part i wrote back in may forĀ Terms of AffectionĀ chapter 3, and yes, it was very heavily inspired by this scene fromĀ The Peasants.
Her hair loosened fully from whatever pins had attempted to contain it, mauve strands whipping through the air as they spun. Galeās world narrowed into fragments: her laughing mouth, the vivid flash of her eyes, the hard beat of boots on wood, the pressure of her fingers in his, the wild blur of faces around them. She was magnificent and alive with such ferocious theatrical certainty that the whole room seemed less like an audience and more like an extension of her body. She did not merely dance to the music but provoked it, made it chase her. And somehow, impossibly, she was making him chase it too. Gale, who had spent the past year turning grief into research and longing into routine, found himself laughing as she spun him through the room with enough force to make his coat flare behind him. Actually laughing. Her arms went up around his neck, and Gale caught her waist on instinct, one hand firm at her back as the dance drove them into another turn. They were close now, far too close for the amount of people watching, but the tavern had become a roaring blur and Gale could not bring himself to care. Her body was warm against his. Her breath came hard and quick near his mouth. Her hair struck his cheek as they turned. He should have remembered why this was dangerous but without thinking, he dropped to one knee, still holding her.
uno reverse tag to everyone + @ele-millennial-weirdo, @tociminna, @theendofanerror, @fireflyeyes, @dr4gonwriter, @cinder-rellish181, @aryriddle, @arlynx, @afilmnoirdetective, @faeriiefire,
