They both stared at each other, breaths mixing as the song ended, both still entangled in each other's arms as both of their auras gaped at them. Watching them with anticipation of what could happen, what should happen but both of them weren't aware of the heat arising between them. the connection linking them together and slowly bringing them close and closer.
He watched them, waiting for something to happen, needing something to happen. He had hoped that a fire would start up between them, hoped that there would be a spark that would build itself, and now that he caught sight of it. He didn't see the need to get into it or even disrupt what was so beautiful. He wanted to cheer loudly, thank the very darkness for using the misdeeds to bring here.
He watched their faces near and just when their lips were about the door opened, instantly stopping them, causing them to pull away from each other with a rush. Dawn the angels for always having unwarranted timing! His plan would one day work whether he had to get rid of more beings or not, his ways would come together and he would make sure of it.
Aria didn't know what came over her, one minute she had come in here to dance, needing to get rid of the emotions that were rising in her. Needing to get rid of the pain of betrayal that she could feel coming from someone she had hoped would remain the same even though everything around them wasn't the same anymore. It stung to know that everything hurt more and she couldn't even find a way to get away from all of it.
Yet when she had danced her demons had come out and joined her angels. She had caught glimpses of the red and white around her as moved slowly. Yet when he had touched her, the pain had slowly moved to the sidelines. She had watched the auras turn pink as if everything had become guests to their performance. His own joining and making it seem as though everything was a stadium.
She would never admit it to his face but everything was slightly better when she danced with him. Slightly better than how it had been with James but she assumed it had to be because of not dancing with him for a while. Or maybe she was wrong and she would constantly need someone to also tell the tale of being in pain. Or maybe she was just making excuses for the truth.
Damn them all, she thought loudly and walked out, not locking eyes with James or them damn King.
Silver couldn't believe it, he had touched and moved with her again as though second nature. He couldn't even be able to tell how he had gotten to her and moved as though she was the very world he had run with perfection. Perfection that glided well in his arms and kept to his demands. Perfection smiled and accepted his hands as though nothing more than gods but all he knew was dirt.
All he knew was pain and ruin, yet here she was, selected by his own brother out of the bunch in the basket. He couldn't understand why everything was so out of place yet felt as though it was when she was around and when they danced. He didn't get why he was so hesitant when before he would not have done anything to get a woman. Why did it feel as though she was more different from even the last that he was sure was the one he loved?
She was right, damn us all.
James didn't know how to react at that moment. Aria had walked out on him, telling him that she needed rest and that she wasn't feeling well. He knew that she could sense the change and coming from him but he hoped to be able to create a façade strong enough to fool her to dismiss it. That way he could still have her in his life but also find the courage to let her know the truth about everything that was happening so that she wouldn't be too angry with him.
Yet when he had heard the music, he was sure that it was her and needed to see her dance that way he could be able to read her well. It was usually easier for one to be able to read her when she danced because that was when she was much more open. Her pain barely hidden and almost animalistic towards everyone who couldn't see it. Our producer called it strong passion, I called it therapy.
Yet now as he had walked in on her and the King, he could see that his best friend would possibly fall for him and he would lose her forever. He wouldn't let that happen, he would rather be killed than allow that, he would voice her thoughts with actions. He would damn the devil, for damning the fate that should have taken place on earth.
She was right about those thoughts, damn them.
Oh, damn them all indeed.