Fill, Shall We Dance Till the End? little_huntressJanuary 27 2016, 03:54:27 UTC
Everything is colorless, tasteless, freezing cold. Try as he might nothing's been the same for Owen since he came back. Except for Tosh. Her smile is the warmest, most welcoming thing he sees every morning, and for that he's very thankful. It feels like he's alive, truly breathing once again. One night when they're alone - though Ianto and Jack might be around somewhere -Owen is entranced by Tosh singing under her breath, hips swaying slowly.
He walks over to her, extending his hand making her jump in her place.
"What?" She asks, half-smile playing at her lips, absolutely confused.
"Care to dance with me?"
"Come again?" She blinks, and Owen is sure a part of her is thinking this is a joke.
"Dance with me Tosh, please."
She nods slowly, taking his hand in her shaking one. Soon they're swaying together, moving from side to side. Tosh singing again without noticing, her head on Owen's right shoulder.
Yes, he's alive if only for tonight. And if he hears clapping in the background he doesn't care.
He walks over to her, extending his hand making her jump in her place.
"What?" She asks, half-smile playing at her lips, absolutely confused.
"Care to dance with me?"
"Come again?" She blinks, and Owen is sure a part of her is thinking this is a joke.
"Dance with me Tosh, please."
She nods slowly, taking his hand in her shaking one. Soon they're swaying together, moving from side to side. Tosh singing again without noticing, her head on Owen's right shoulder.
Yes, he's alive if only for tonight. And if he hears clapping in the background he doesn't care.
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