tacerevatumarchive-deactivated2 ;   "Normally, I'd say we should just be wallflowers together, but... it'd be a waste of a dance floor. Come on, now. Just one dance, alright?" u v u

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taking their hands and pulling them onto the dance floor.

         _{Everyone knew that if given a choice, they would absolutely not be there. There in that large ballroom with the giant and delicate chandelier hanging over the center of the spacious rom, with tables littering the edges of the room that were arranged and spaced carefully, with little wine flutes and fancy foods and a string quartet playing music softly in the background. As large as the room was it was oppressive all the same, people everywhere and talking softly and loudly all at the same time, no one that they truly knew.}

         _{And together they sat, side by side. Identical shades of blonde hair, identical faces, identical color of their eyes. Truly if she had shorter hair or he longer people would have a hard time telling the apart under any and all circumstances. But the difference in their hair lengths was what truly helped people tell them apart, one of the only things that helped others tell them apart, a constant that saved them from being the same.}

         _{With her hair braided and pulled up into a style that she could not understand she could feel a headache pulsing from the roots of her hair. Dress just too tight around the best she shifted slightly in her seat before looking over at her brother, at the way that his hair was pulled back and at the black suit he was wearing in absolute contrast to her. They had made him wear a white tie though, so they could match a little bit.}

                                             _{And around her waist was a black ribbon.}

         _{Truly they loved their parents, adored them with a sincerity that only children could have, but their status was something that they felt nothing towards. Neither hatred nor love, they were passive to it, living their own lifestyle—after all, with their parents constantly on the move, they lived comfortably in a small house. And she wore plain clothes just as he tended to, and for all accounts and appearances there was nothing about them that truly stood out.}

         _{That was how they liked it. Simplicity, not lavishness and overindulgence such as what they saw all around them. So many people, mingling and talking and laughing throughout the night, false politeness and masks in place, dressed to impress. As the night wore on people drifted to the dance floor and moved gracefully with their partners, some people clearly intoxicated and others bright eyed and sober. Together they sat there throughout the night, allowing some conversation to be directed towards them, though most who tried quickly realized that the twins were not interested in talking.}

         _{Suddenly he stood, setting down his flute of water and turning towards her, offering her a hand which she stared at, confused. A hand being offered meant nothing but—}

_{”Normally, I’d say we should just be wallflowers together, but… it’d be a waste of a dance floor. Come on, now. Just one dance, alright?”}

                                                                        _{How was she to say no?}

         _{So gently she took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, ignoring those around them. Their parents had taught them how to dance classically, largely because it was apparently cute, for a twin boy and girl to dance with each other. Not that they had ever really understood, but all the same she took his hand and rested her hand upon his shoulder and he took her hand and lightly gripped her waist and they danced.}

         _{Whirling and twirling around the dance floor, they could feel people stop to stare, and some people smile and tittered at how utterly adorable the spectacle was. Neither of them really cared though, because in the entire world they could only depend on each other, and to dance with each other was no chore. Doubtlessly their parents were relieved that they were finally up and moving, especially when two particularly daring people asked to cut in and, in a fit of politeness, they allowed—or at least, she allowed.}

                           _{But in the end they would always gravitate towards each other.
                                             They were Ace and Naminé after all.}