Another Drabble
Okay, so this is more fun than I realized. I need to slow down before I hurt myself.
Drabble: Night on the Town
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Edward and Rosalie
Words: 177
She’s finally stopped wanting to kill everything she sees. Or at least, she’s stopped looking like it.
The ballroom has run down in the last decade, but there’s still a good crowd. Edward will only dance to slow numbers. “I don’t like all this new jumping around.” So they wait for a waltz.
One-two-three. Slow turns among the walking skeletons. Underneath the violins she hears the drums of a thousand veins. She feels it in her throat, in the base of her spine. The hunger starts up a fire under her skin.
“Slow down,” he whispers. “People are staring.” His fingers dig into her hand and her waist, beneath the sequins. He can still hurt her-she isn’t as hard as him yet. And she doesn’t want to be.
She pushes him away and starts to whirl, speed melding all the faces into a watching whirlpool. Above her, the old chandelier creaks and splutters into its gas bulbs. She finds herself hoping it will fall. She is tired of being the only one who burns.
Drabble: Night on the Town
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Edward and Rosalie
Words: 177
She’s finally stopped wanting to kill everything she sees. Or at least, she’s stopped looking like it.
The ballroom has run down in the last decade, but there’s still a good crowd. Edward will only dance to slow numbers. “I don’t like all this new jumping around.” So they wait for a waltz.
One-two-three. Slow turns among the walking skeletons. Underneath the violins she hears the drums of a thousand veins. She feels it in her throat, in the base of her spine. The hunger starts up a fire under her skin.
“Slow down,” he whispers. “People are staring.” His fingers dig into her hand and her waist, beneath the sequins. He can still hurt her-she isn’t as hard as him yet. And she doesn’t want to be.
She pushes him away and starts to whirl, speed melding all the faces into a watching whirlpool. Above her, the old chandelier creaks and splutters into its gas bulbs. She finds herself hoping it will fall. She is tired of being the only one who burns.