Can I Have This Dance? Squared!
Two drabbles from this meme.
One
requested by queenemma
prompt: Can I Have This Dance?, High School Musical
pairing: Wanda/Troy
Dance, Wanda!
It was one hundred years ago, or maybe only ten, or maybe it was yesterday or maybe it has not yet happened. Still, his voice plays loudly in her head. Dance, Wanda! Dance! Dance!
Papa never liked me to dance, it was too distracting.
Magneto would yell Dance, Wanda! so I might distract.
It was a long time ago. It was last week. It was another life.
"What are you thinking about?"
Wanda peers over at Troy; she had forgotten he was there. "Huh?"
"You look all scrunchy. What's going on in that magical mind of yours?"
Her smile lights up her face. "Dancing."
"Oh, well..." Troy jumps up and holds a hand out. "Can I have this dance?"
"You may, Troy-person." Taking her hand he bows and pulls her into a waltz. As they spin Wanda winks and music starts to play.
Dance, Wanda!
It was one hundred years ago, or maybe only ten, or maybe it was yesterday or maybe it has not yet happened. It does not matter. Not today.
They float.
--
Two
requested by kingcreevey
prompt: Can I Have This Dance?, High School Musical
pairing: Wanda/Pietro
He finds her sitting on a stone wall, legs dangling like a child. She will always be a child. She is plucking petals from flowers; they float away on the wind. A wind of her making. "Wanda?"
"Yes, Pietro." She does not look up; the wind blows her hair around, hiding her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
He looks up. The sun is slipping away. "It's getting dark."
"I do not need light to think."
"...No. No, you do not." Pietro sits beside her. "What are you thinking on?"
"Love."
"Love?"
"There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you, you must wear your rue! There's a daisy. I would give you violets, but they wither, wither, wither'd all when my father died."
"What's that?" He's heard it before and thinks it is maybe mangled some.
"Ophelia."
Ah. "Shakespeare."
"She drowned." She's shaking.
He nods and moves just closer. "Yes."
"No one loved her."
"Her brother loved her." He laces his fingers through her hands; her unnatural wind blows over them both now.
"Did father die?"
Pietro is not certain he understands the question but answers honestly. "No."
"They say he made a good end."
He pushes her hair out of her eyes, leaves his hand resting on her cheek. "Wanda, where are you?"
Her eyes are wide with unshed tears. "No one loves me."
He leans in to brush her lips with his. "I love you."
"Like lightning."
He is too close to see her eyes but her forehead is warm against his. "Lightning?"
"Love is like lightning." A whisper.
"Fleeting?" he asks, his voice just as soft.
She shakes her head and pulls away to meet his eyes. "Destructive."
"I won't let it destroy you, Wanda."
She touches her hand to his cheek now. "Daisies for you."
"No more flowers." He jumps down, pulling her with him. "Dance with me."
"I love dancing."
"I know."
The strange wind blows as they dance in the dark, trying to catch lightning without the rain.
One
requested by queenemma
prompt: Can I Have This Dance?, High School Musical
pairing: Wanda/Troy
Dance, Wanda!
It was one hundred years ago, or maybe only ten, or maybe it was yesterday or maybe it has not yet happened. Still, his voice plays loudly in her head. Dance, Wanda! Dance! Dance!
Papa never liked me to dance, it was too distracting.
Magneto would yell Dance, Wanda! so I might distract.
It was a long time ago. It was last week. It was another life.
"What are you thinking about?"
Wanda peers over at Troy; she had forgotten he was there. "Huh?"
"You look all scrunchy. What's going on in that magical mind of yours?"
Her smile lights up her face. "Dancing."
"Oh, well..." Troy jumps up and holds a hand out. "Can I have this dance?"
"You may, Troy-person." Taking her hand he bows and pulls her into a waltz. As they spin Wanda winks and music starts to play.
Dance, Wanda!
It was one hundred years ago, or maybe only ten, or maybe it was yesterday or maybe it has not yet happened. It does not matter. Not today.
They float.
--
Two
requested by kingcreevey
prompt: Can I Have This Dance?, High School Musical
pairing: Wanda/Pietro
He finds her sitting on a stone wall, legs dangling like a child. She will always be a child. She is plucking petals from flowers; they float away on the wind. A wind of her making. "Wanda?"
"Yes, Pietro." She does not look up; the wind blows her hair around, hiding her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
He looks up. The sun is slipping away. "It's getting dark."
"I do not need light to think."
"...No. No, you do not." Pietro sits beside her. "What are you thinking on?"
"Love."
"Love?"
"There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you, you must wear your rue! There's a daisy. I would give you violets, but they wither, wither, wither'd all when my father died."
"What's that?" He's heard it before and thinks it is maybe mangled some.
"Ophelia."
Ah. "Shakespeare."
"She drowned." She's shaking.
He nods and moves just closer. "Yes."
"No one loved her."
"Her brother loved her." He laces his fingers through her hands; her unnatural wind blows over them both now.
"Did father die?"
Pietro is not certain he understands the question but answers honestly. "No."
"They say he made a good end."
He pushes her hair out of her eyes, leaves his hand resting on her cheek. "Wanda, where are you?"
Her eyes are wide with unshed tears. "No one loves me."
He leans in to brush her lips with his. "I love you."
"Like lightning."
He is too close to see her eyes but her forehead is warm against his. "Lightning?"
"Love is like lightning." A whisper.
"Fleeting?" he asks, his voice just as soft.
She shakes her head and pulls away to meet his eyes. "Destructive."
"I won't let it destroy you, Wanda."
She touches her hand to his cheek now. "Daisies for you."
"No more flowers." He jumps down, pulling her with him. "Dance with me."
"I love dancing."
"I know."
The strange wind blows as they dance in the dark, trying to catch lightning without the rain.