Happy Thought
Feb. 12th, 2005 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scripsiTitle: Happy Thought
Pairing: Hook/Wendy
Rating: PG-13
Category: Drabble
A/N: Belongs between Wedding Night and Floating![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
japanpeterpan is to be thanked for edits.
Wendy is dancing. Round and round she dances, letting the music fill her. The music is so beautiful, it swirls around her, and she closes her eyes and lets it take her. Inside the music she is free, there are no demands, and no force, when she lets her feet carry her in turns and whirls. She makes no decision, she just exists in the tones, in the chords. She smiles, for a little while is she able to shed the bleak realities of her life, and forget where she is.
Suddenly the music stops, and Wendy opens her eyes. She stares down into Hook's astonished blue eyes. Stares down? The moment she remembers, the happy thought is gone and she tumbles to the floor. Coming down all wrong, because she didn't know she was going to fall, and an ankle is twisted painfully under her body. She can't get up, and abruptly she feels very weary and rests her cheek against the polished wood of the floor and watches the heavy boots that slowly approach her. They stop close to her face and she closes her eyes again.
“I don't think I will let you dance anymore.”
Pairing: Hook/Wendy
Rating: PG-13
Category: Drabble
A/N: Belongs between Wedding Night and Floating
japanpeterpan is to be thanked for edits.Wendy is dancing. Round and round she dances, letting the music fill her. The music is so beautiful, it swirls around her, and she closes her eyes and lets it take her. Inside the music she is free, there are no demands, and no force, when she lets her feet carry her in turns and whirls. She makes no decision, she just exists in the tones, in the chords. She smiles, for a little while is she able to shed the bleak realities of her life, and forget where she is.
Suddenly the music stops, and Wendy opens her eyes. She stares down into Hook's astonished blue eyes. Stares down? The moment she remembers, the happy thought is gone and she tumbles to the floor. Coming down all wrong, because she didn't know she was going to fall, and an ankle is twisted painfully under her body. She can't get up, and abruptly she feels very weary and rests her cheek against the polished wood of the floor and watches the heavy boots that slowly approach her. They stop close to her face and she closes her eyes again.
“I don't think I will let you dance anymore.”
