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Love from the shadows (Part 2: Dance Lesson)
Part one of story can be found here: Part 1 Music theme for chapter (Merry go round of life cover by Lull and relax: can be found here: Music
The question had left Juno in shock, the taste of citrus tea burns at her throat as she nearly chokes on her drinking managing to gulp down the herbal brew before speaking out her own question of confusion and in turn Grimora only reiterates her previous statement with a friendly smile.
“How about you teach me how to Waltz today?” The question was clear and simple, a small suggestion on what they should do that evening and yet it still leaves the shadow woman baffled. Staring in disbelief Juno sets down her tea cup her gaze never leaving the corpse woman who picks up a tea cake from a nearby platter. “That is of course, alright with you isn’t it?”
“I…Grimora I’m not sure,” She quickly exclaims stifling her hesitation and bewilderment beneath her cool gaze and neutral tone. “You wish for me to teach you how to waltz? Of all things why is that what you want to do?”
“Why? Well recently I’ve been reading a few books lately; fantasy ones to be exact and in the ones I’ve read they always depict a scene of two character dancing at a ball waltzing in each other’s arms. And I couldn’t but wonder what it would be like to learn how to dance so elegantly.”
“You…You want to learn how to waltz…because of a book you read?”
“Precisely!”
“You…” It took a moment for the words to process in Juno’s mind. Wheels of thoughts and feelings turn and crank in comprehension sending forth a hearty laugh out of her lungs that makes the woman across from her smile even wider. Of course that was the reason. Grimora was always fascinated by the littlest of things at times; mainly about things she read from the books she keeps within her crypt. One time she had read a book about knitting and had learned how to knit mittens and sweaters for each one of her ghostly ghouls as well as the other scrybes. Another time she had discovered a cook book and nearly burnt down half of her crypt after attempting to make chocolate lava cake from scratch. Fortunately no one was hurt, and she eventually learned how to make the dessert properly. Thus hearing the reason as to why the scrybe of the dead wanted to learn how to wants eases a small bit of anxiety that had harbored itself in the shadow’s mind. “Very well I see why you wish to learn but why do you want me to teach you? Do none of your ghosts know how to dance?”
“Sadly no, I even asked them about it but each told me that they didn’t know how to. And of course none of the other scrybes know how to waltz; yet I recall you making mention that you did thus I ask you to teach me. If that is alright of course.”
“You know that I haven’t danced with someone in a long time Grimora.”
“And I have never danced with someone before.”
“It takes practice you know, you may not get the steps right away.”
“I am a patient learner.”
“..That is indeed true…” Another tea cake is plucked from the platter this time by Juno. Covering her mouth with one hand she brings the pastry beneath it and takes a bite out of the sugary confection. Eyes staring towards the ground the next few moments are spent in silence. What was only seconds felt like minutes of endless quietness that is only broken by the sound of crickets chirping nearby and the whistles of springs gentle breezes. And then finally after of minute of silence and stillness Juno stands up. The ink black whisp that make up the lower half of her body begin to receded towards her. Swirling curls solidified into a straight hem that rises higher and higher towards where her ankles would be. Shadows of jet black and deep gray brighten into a soft shade of pale blue fabric ; a blue that perfectly matched to that of the end of her sleeves and from beneath the skirt a bear of leather bound heeled boots stick out from beneath her skirts newly formed hem. Clapping her hands together an old gramophone covered in dust and aged with a few stains is brought forth from one of the gazebo’s shadows by a set of hands that pass off the device to her before vanishing. Setting the record player down onto the chair she had once sat on she cranks it to life with a few turns of a crank that hung off its side powering the vintage music player that sends the sound of staticy old fashion ball room music out through the air. Mentally smiling that it still worked the woman in blue crosses the gazebo her hand extending out to her fellow scrybe her voice soft and compassionate as she speaks with the faintest of chuckles.
“Well then, shall we begin our dancing lesson then?”
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She was certain that Grimora had lied about never dancing before, that or she was a faster learner than she had anticipated. Steps that had started out heavy and uncertain had quickly become swift and feather like in their design. Turns that nearly resulted in a step or two on her feet transformed into elegant glides within mere minutes, and hands that were once hesitant to hold hers gained a sudden steadiness to them that catches Juno by surprise. In a way she was slightly jealous at how easily the necromancer took to her instructions and guidance; and yet she also could not help but commend her for her swift learning of the dance. Counting the steps appeared to have help as every so often she could her humming the pattern of them beneath her breath.
“One two three, one two three, one two three,” It was like a mantra being chanted over and over again in whisper so faint one could almost not hear them if they were no paying attention. But she was; mainly to ensure that she herself would accidentally step on her feet, or skirt or stumble over a rock as they danced along the circular cobblestone path that surrounded the gazebo. Neither spoke a word beyond her brief directions on what the next step was and the gentle humming and yet words did not have to be said. Even though a few clung onto her non existent lips.
Despite her cool touch Grimora’s arms felt warm around her waist as they stepped into another turn their once rigid postures having relaxed over time the longer they danced. Warmth radiated from the woman like that of a freshly dried blanket that practically engulf her due to how close they stood to each other. The scent of white gardenias and wilted roses fills her nose though she was uncertain if the smell came from her or the gardens that currently surround them but all that she could focus on was her face. Twisted with arching brows furrowed in concentration and lips perused in a flat line that was a mix between a smile and an focused frown the Scrybe of the dead was so focus on ensuring each step was perfect that she did not even notice her staring as her own gaze continuously glances at the ground. As if she couldn’t have looked more adorable already.
Bathed in the moons pale blue light it almost felt as if they themselves were the dancing figures depicted in the books Grimora had mentioned not to long ago. Although they both looked more like the antagonist rather than the heroes and princess of those tales and yet that did not matter; not to them. Juno’s heart was racing now, though her face never showed it thankfully. This moment it felt so perfect, dancing together, held close in each other’s arms without much care for what went on in the world beyond what was happening in that moment. Oh how she wished it could have last forever, however she knew that sooner or later it would come to an end, the faded and scratching notes of the gramophone she had summoned earlier was proof of that. And yet that was when a thought managed to sneak its way into her mind. It was always during scenes such as this where the heroine or hero would pronounce their love right? Well that or after they defeated the villain of the story..so if she wanted..if she could muster up the courage-
“Grimora?” The worlds fell from her lips faster than her mind could process. She didn’t mean to speak aloud and yet it occurred with little thought as the action not only gains the corpse woman’s attention but also makes Juno halt herself in her own tracks as she met her quizzical gaze with her own wavering golden stare.
“There’s no going back now,” is what her mind whispered to her. “It’s now or never..”
“There’s…something..that I want to tell you.”
To be concluded in part 3
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