strrive-deactivated20140202 ; "Come and dance!" |
Send me “Come and dance” for my muses reaction to yours taking their hands and pulling them onto the dance floor.
On a whole the wedding had been rather small. But a small wedding was to be expected really, when one knew the bride and the groom. Large personalities they may have but in the end they had a small group of people whom they held close to their hearts and only wanted them specifically there on their special day, because to be wedded was an occasion to be shared with loved ones only.
Sitting quietly with a glass in hand full of water and nothing else Naminé watched fondly at the two who were sharing their first dance as man and wife. It was truly and sincerely a happy occasion, one to always be remembered, and she was sure that she would never forget the sight in front of her. Sora stumbling slightly over his feet and holding Kairi loosely but closely, the redhead moving with more grace and carefulness, both of them with wide smiles on their faces as they spun and twirled on the temporary dance floor, the ocean and the setting sun in the background.
A beautiful image, albeit a cheesy one, but a nice one all the same. The blonde knew that she would paint it later, paint it with broad brush strokes for the reds and oranges and pinks that splashed the sky and the ocean, and then finer, more careful ones for the happy couple. For a moment she wondered if it was truly possible for two people to look as happy as they did, to appear to literally glow.
After everything that had happened, they deserved happiness.
The song that played was soft and lovely, something that she enjoyed listening to and she took a drink from her glass of water, feeling the cold liquid slip down her throat. Reaching back blindly she set it on the table, never taking her eyes off of the couple for even a moment, which was probably why she caught the sudden movement of Sora’s hand. Almost appearing aborted, as the hand never quite left Kairi’s waist, but it apparently meant something as she heard a sigh from besides her and the scraping of a chair against the platform that they were all sitting on. Looking to the side and up she stared at the man who had just stood with raised eyebrows, first at his face—eyes looking resolutely away from her, frown in place, a red hue to his face that may have just been the sun—and then at the hand that was extended to her.
A few moments passed before she realized what was happening and blue eyes blinked a few times in surprise, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the hand, and then at his face. Still he was not looking at her and really she had no choice but to take his hand, even though she knew where it was leading, where she would be led. All the same she willingly slipped her hand into his and allowed herself to be pulled up. With slightly shuffling feet she let the man lead her to the dance floor where the married couple were still dancing, but all the same looking at them expectantly.
Glancing between the pair dancing and at the man holding her hand she wondered if they really had had this entire moment planned all along, and she wasn’t sure whether to be amused or not. Certainly she was not surprised about the planning of it, but she was definitely surprised over him following through, but she moved along with him as she turned towards him, and let him grab her waist gently and take her hand. The position they were in was so formal that it made her mouth twitch upwards.

Out of the corner of her eyes she could see people staring and smiling and some laughing—Aerith and Xion were deeply amused for sure—and she ducked her head down, staring down at their feet and the hem of her white dress as they moved around. Unsteady on her feet and unfamiliar with dancing she mainly tried to follow his lead before she lifted her head to look at her boyfriend, and she couldn’t help but smile at the flush that was certainly on his face. Together they moved, neither particularly steady in their movements but it worked, until she let go of his hand and instead stretched upwards to place her hands on his shoulders.
Sadly she was not quite tall enough to wrap her arms entirely around his neck but it would do, and she absently smoothed out the shoulders of the suit that he appeared entirely uncomfortable in. They stopped moving so much as his other arm wrapped around her waist to mirror the other one and swayed, moving in a circle and drifting slightly.
Leaning forwards to place her head on his chest as they moved slowly and steadily everything seemed to melt away around them and it was much easier this way. To forget of the eyes that watched them and peered in on this moment that seemed to intimate, to forget that they were at the wedding of their best friends—because really, Kairi had become her best friend.
Easily she could hear the beating and thudding of his heart through the layers of clothes that he was wearing and she imagined that she could feel her heart beating in synch. For that moment, only that suspended moment, she allowed her thoughts to wander. To think of the past, which was impossible to truly put behind them, to the present which seemed to happy and beautiful and whole, to the future that she could only imagine spending with the man who was holding her so carefully. The fact that she had grown up, that she was her own whole person, that things had happened the way that they did… and for a split second, just a second—
For just a second she spared a thought to the thing she found.
That little thing wedged inside of their drawer.
A little box.
With a ring in it.
And then the moment, the song ended, and the train of thought ended, and they stopped moving as people applauded around them and she smiled happily up at Riku and was overwhelmingly happy to find him smiling back at her, his small and warm smile, the one that tugged at her heart and made it beat just a little bit faster. In that moment, she understood that yes, a person could be so happy that it seemed like they were literally glowing, like their heart was about to burst, and everything was okay.