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metamorphosis2012-01-20 10:15 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-20 10:15 pm
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Title: steps of two
Rating: G
26/365. A short fairytale inspired by The Red Shoes by Hans Christen Anderson.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved to dance. She loved it so much that she danced whenever she could, whether it was while attending to housework or cooking dinner, and at night, she danced until she fell into bed and slept. Even her dreams were of dancing, although there was always another girl with her, mirroring her every step. The girl enjoyed this time so much she slept later and later into the day, trying to dance as much as she could in her dreams with her partner, and every time she awoke she wished she could just sleep forever and continue her pas de deux. A wicked fairy once heard her speak this wish aloud and granted it for her, and it was from that day forward that the girl would sleep forever.
She didn't mind it; she had company in form of the shadowy girl that mirrored her steps and smiled as they danced, one hand lifted and the other on her waist. In her dreams, she could dance as much as she wished – but even this grew tiresome. As much as she loved to dance, they never stopped, not for a moment, and her legs grew weary, her feet dragging across the ground and stumbling over themselves as she tried to keep up the pace. They didn't speak, for dancers never say a word; they only smile and give fond kisses on the cheek, letting their movements speak for themselves, and it was through this she learned her partner was as tired as she was, as well as a little angry at having to dance forever.
But still they danced, and in time the blackness of her mind began to fill with parties and ballrooms, crowded and empty, with pretty gowns and pretty girls and pretty dances; every change of scenery came with a change of clothes, and she found a new love in dancing with these multicolored costumes. At times she wore a tux or robe, sometimes splendid and sometimes ragged; her partner was the same, always matching her in the opposite role. If she was a beggar man, her mirror was a beggar lady; if she was a prince, her partner a princess, and so on. But even this grew tiresome, especially as she aged within the dream and wondered why she had ever wished to dance forever. She vowed to never wish for such a thing again, and it was with this vow she opened her eyes for the first time in four years and saw the bright morning light peering through the window. She stood and stretched, aching and sore, as if she really had spent the time dancing instead of sleeping, and when her parents found her they were overjoyed.
The girl still danced with her time and in her dreams; as tired as she had been, it was in her blood to dance, and so she did it. She liked it a little less, but a little less still isn't hate, although it isn't love either; such a love wasn't revived until she met the girl who had danced with her in her dreams and became quite close to her. They were inseparable, and together they danced not only with feet but words and lips.
And the girl had never been happier.
Rating: G
26/365. A short fairytale inspired by The Red Shoes by Hans Christen Anderson.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved to dance. She loved it so much that she danced whenever she could, whether it was while attending to housework or cooking dinner, and at night, she danced until she fell into bed and slept. Even her dreams were of dancing, although there was always another girl with her, mirroring her every step. The girl enjoyed this time so much she slept later and later into the day, trying to dance as much as she could in her dreams with her partner, and every time she awoke she wished she could just sleep forever and continue her pas de deux. A wicked fairy once heard her speak this wish aloud and granted it for her, and it was from that day forward that the girl would sleep forever.
She didn't mind it; she had company in form of the shadowy girl that mirrored her steps and smiled as they danced, one hand lifted and the other on her waist. In her dreams, she could dance as much as she wished – but even this grew tiresome. As much as she loved to dance, they never stopped, not for a moment, and her legs grew weary, her feet dragging across the ground and stumbling over themselves as she tried to keep up the pace. They didn't speak, for dancers never say a word; they only smile and give fond kisses on the cheek, letting their movements speak for themselves, and it was through this she learned her partner was as tired as she was, as well as a little angry at having to dance forever.
But still they danced, and in time the blackness of her mind began to fill with parties and ballrooms, crowded and empty, with pretty gowns and pretty girls and pretty dances; every change of scenery came with a change of clothes, and she found a new love in dancing with these multicolored costumes. At times she wore a tux or robe, sometimes splendid and sometimes ragged; her partner was the same, always matching her in the opposite role. If she was a beggar man, her mirror was a beggar lady; if she was a prince, her partner a princess, and so on. But even this grew tiresome, especially as she aged within the dream and wondered why she had ever wished to dance forever. She vowed to never wish for such a thing again, and it was with this vow she opened her eyes for the first time in four years and saw the bright morning light peering through the window. She stood and stretched, aching and sore, as if she really had spent the time dancing instead of sleeping, and when her parents found her they were overjoyed.
The girl still danced with her time and in her dreams; as tired as she had been, it was in her blood to dance, and so she did it. She liked it a little less, but a little less still isn't hate, although it isn't love either; such a love wasn't revived until she met the girl who had danced with her in her dreams and became quite close to her. They were inseparable, and together they danced not only with feet but words and lips.
And the girl had never been happier.