Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
You opened your eyes to find yourself staring at a ceiling. Laying there a moment, your brain tried to wrap around the surroundings you were in. But the only thing it could focus on was the ceiling your eyes locked on. It didn't seem to be like anything you had seen before. Most ceilings were just one plain color, dull and lifeless. The one your directed your attention to was decorated with the most beautiful of paintings. A little boy- an angel with curled, light orange hair caught your attention. He had stunning white, powdered looking wings, a brown loincloth of some sort draped around him. The angel held a harp in his small, delicate looking hands, also quite detailed and as shocking as the wings forming from his back. He seemed to be flying mid-air, hovering below a blue sky with puffed, white clouds. Looking a little lower, you noticed a group of fancy people dressed in what looked like their finest clothing items, which resembled fancier looking versions of a toga. You sat up now, rubbing the back of your head with your free hand, the other used to hold you up as you looked towards the door that was now infront of you.
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splender
Grasp it, sence it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garnish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from the cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
"Was there there when-" You trailed off, staring lopsidedly at the new door.
It had golden handles that seemed to shimmer slightly in the bright light of the room, beckoning you to grasp them, to see what was on the other side. You turned your head away, wincing slightly. You always had a sort of magnet that seemed to attract things that set off your curiousity meter. Like this door, for instance. It was the sort of thing you'd find in a fancier sort of house or building. Something owned by a richer person with a good salary, unlike you and your wodden, creaky doors with fake golden doorknobs. Knowing you, you'd have to investigate it, just to see what was behold to you on the other side. Then again, the floor was comfy. It was lined with fancy marble tile, appearing to be cleaner than anything you had seen before. You looked down to it, seeing your reflection in the sparkling tile. Tucking your (h/c) hair behind your ear, you layed back down, staring at the almost-butt-naked-angel. Your face turned sour, as if you'd just taken a giant bite out of a lime.
Why did angels have to be so un-clothed? When you went to heaven, were you automaticcly striped of your clothing and given a piece of cloth to drape around yourself? You were pretty okay with your t-shirt and jeans.
Closing your eyes, you tried to think of why you were even here in the first place. Had you not just been in your house, slumbering away like the tired sack you were?
Maybe this was just a dream. After all, you have always had the weirdest dreams. I mean, getting chased around by a giant, man-eating fish was pretty abnormal, right? But this..was just boring. Half-naked angel paintings...fancy doors...tile...It all sounded like something your Great Aunt Hilda would dream of.
Then, your thoughts were cut short by a sudden sound coming from behind the door. It sounded quiet and smooth like. No banging or knocking. Just sweet and Melodic.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And live as you've never lived before.
You got to your feet, staring at the door while you did so. What could the sound be? Whatever it was, it got your attention.
Setting your hands on the doorhandles, you forced the door open. They seemed to creak open as slowly as they possibly could, reveiling little of what exactally was on the other side. You held your breath as the door finally opened enough for you to see the room.
Your mouth slowly formed into an 'O' as you saw a giant ballroom unfold beyond your eyes. It was beautiful. The atmosphere itself seemed to give off a faint, golden glow. You took a step in, your heel clicking against the newly polished looking floor. Looking up to see if there were anymore angel paintings on the ceiling, you found there to be two chandeliers, one on each side of the room. The crystals hanging from the bottoms glistened, dancing slightly in the light. Across from you stould rows of white and golden columns, spotlights of some sort shining on each one. Behind them were brown-gold satin drapes hanging on what seemed to be white doors with tiny windows, leading out to a one giant balcany.
You looked to your right, noticing short stairs with a small railing, leading to a stage with, like the columns, spolights lined against the wall. Curtains, the same color as the drapes, were pulled to either side of the stage. A single microphone and stand sat in the center of it all.
Why was there just an empty, elegant ballroom being unused with all the lights on like this?
Your mind raced, eyes darting around the room to find your answer. Just as you felt the need to walk around and investigate, you focused on the very corner of the room. There, another door stould, drapes covering the entrance.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
'Oh god.' You thought. 'Another door I need to go through.'
You instantly felt like Sherlock Holmes, feeling the need to look at every bit of crucial evidence to see what exactally was going on. Sighing, you took a few steps forward, the clicks of your feet harmanizing to the soft music that played around you.
Just as you were ten feet infront of the new door, the drapes moved aside slightly, a figure stepping out from the shadows. You stepped back, your hands planted firmly at your sides, now. The figure stepped towards you, now fully visible.
The figure seemed to be a man.
It was Arthur.
You let out a tiny groan, pinching the flesh between your eyes. What? He couldn't even leave you alone in your dreams, either?
Looking up to him, you noticed he was wearing a different attire than usual. He was now wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned to the point where you could see his bare chest, the collar of the shirt folded along his neck. Over that he wore a dark blue blue shirt, a black belt and shimmering buckle placed over it. Continueing that, he wore a black jacket, the wrists of it folded over so you could see his brown gloved hands, the fingers missing from them. His pants were a light gray color, brown boots of some sort tucked over those. On his head, he wore a simple bloody-red headband, similar to Jack Sparrows, his messy blonde hair poking out from beneath it. To top it off, his eyes were covered by a shiny, black, venetian Masquerade mask.
Your cheeks turned a light pink at the sight of him, not wanting to admit how handsome he actually looked. Murmering jibberish words your your breath, you folded your arms and turned your head away from the pirate. Why were you dreaming of him, out of all the people you knew?
Looking over to watch him closely, arms still folded, you relized he was only a few inches away from you, now. Face to face with him, you yelped slightly and backed away, heart thudding inside your chest. He simply smiled, holding a gloved hand out to you.
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all the thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me
"Care for a dance, love?" He asked, his british voice creeping under your skin and sending a shiver up your spine.
You mind racked to find an excuse not to, although it tried to tell you differently. A few moments passed, his hand still extended to you, looking as patient as ever. And as if on que, you came up with the most lame excuse in the history of lame excuses. Smiling back, you pushed his hand away slightly.
"But one cannot simply dance in a ball room without the proper attire. I'm afraid I must decline your offer." You stated, feeling witty and like a moron at the same time.
As if he knew you'd say that, he answered back right away.
"Oh, but poppet, you already are." He said, looking you up and down.
You stiffened, spreading your arms out slightly and looking down to examine yourself. You were, in fact, wearing a dress.
It was sleeveless, starting from your chest down. The top was lined with small, golden roses, going all around the rim of it. From the waist up, it was pure white, although ruffled slightly at the stoumach. The first layer below your waist was also golden, such like the area that surrounded you. It seemed like silk, but you wern't sure what the material exactally was. Starting at your hip was a large, also golden flower, patterned with smaller ones going down to where you thought your thighs to be, forming a sort of upside down 'V' shape. The second layer was white, lined with flower designs along the sides. Pretty simple and straight forward. The last layer was like the material made from the veil of a wedding gown. Sparkling and golden, was the most stunning part of the dress.
Indeed, it was beautiful. You just wanted to know how it got onto you, and where your previous clothing went.
Shaking the thought from your mind, you stared at the hand extended to you, then to its owner. All you could look at was the emerald orbs of the man, his eyes seeming to peirce through your (e/c) ones through his pure black mask. You gently placed your hand onto his, seeming as though he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grasped it, his fingers entwining around your fragile hand. His other made its way to your waste, gently setting ontop of it. You felt the sudden urge to slap him, but soon relized thats where his hand was supposed to go. You again blushed, putting your head down to try and hide it. You wern't sure where to put your other free hand, since you had never slow danced with a man, or anyone for that matter, before. So you just set it on his arm, hoping that's where it was supposed to go.
He didn't object, so you just kept it there. The music continued to play it slow, calming tune as Arthur started to move. You had never danced like this before, so you wern't sure where your footing was supposed to go. Usually when you danced, it was at random and in no particular way. But as if on instinct, your feet started moving. To your surprise, they almost matched Arthurs steps, a little wobbly, but still matching. You smiled to yourself, rejoycing a little on the inside about your newfound talent. You looked up to Arthur, smiling warmly at the pirate. Staring blankly at you for only a moment, he returned the smile.
So far, so good.
As minutes past, you began growing tired. The slow music wasn't really helping any, but just adding onto the weariness that tried to overcome you. Arthur peered down at you, noticing your head bobbing down, then shooting up. After you repeated this numerous times, he sighed.
You felt his hand shove your head down into the black jacket he wore, your cheek pressing into the fabric. You tried to look up, but his hand kept you pinned gently to his shoulder. Arthur brushed his hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, his arm wrapping back around you. His sudden, close embrace made your stoumache churn, a billion and five butterflies hatching all at once. You scrunched your face up, your hand gripping the back his jacket. As he continued to move, your head still resting on his shoulder, you began to relize how sweet he actually smelled. Exactally like tea.
Floating, Falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You closed your eyes, no longer feeling uneasy or nervous. Relaxing in his grasp, you lightly breathed into his coat, the grip on his back loosening. You slowly felt yourself melting into him, perhaps falling into a light sleep.
The grip on him all together went limp as you drifted off, actually falling asleep against him. Your hand continued to hold to his jacket, but as little as possible.
Arthur, now feeling your embrace loosen, slowly un-hooked himself from you.
'Did she really just fall asleep?' He asked himself, his hand resting under your head. Arthur smirked, staring at your soft, sleeping expression. '_____ must have been really tired if she could possibly fall asleep dancing.'
Sighing, he layed you down onto the ground as slowly and gently as humanly possible. The poofy dress cushioned you, flaying onto the floor like a melted marshmallow. Your arms spread to your sides, your (h/l), (h/c) hair spreading across the floor underneith your head.
The pirate cocked his head slightly, continueing to look over you. He blushed, and looked away, a hand over his mouth. He had then relized how much of a pervert he was actually being, watching you sleep and all. But he couldn't quite seem to look away. You indeed looked like something from the heavens, all dressed in gold. He peered back down at you, still in the same position as when he looked away. His chest tightened, bending down next to you on his knees. He placed his hand under your head, bringing it closer to his, wrapping his other hand around your waste.
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
He got closer, inches away from you now, his breath warm and shaky on your skin.
You shot up in your bed, a loud, irritating beeping sound filling the room. Looking over to the alarm clock setting on your nightstand, it mocked you with the time '9:30'. Had you set an alarm to get up in the morning?
Running a hand through your hair, you stared out the window next to your bed, bright light flooding the room. You breathed heavily, wyping beads of sweat off your fourhead and onto the thick, excessive amounts of blankets shrouding you. Laying back down, you draped your arm over your face, your free hand laying on your stoumache. A sudden wave of disappointment spread throughout your body, but you didn't fully understand why.
After all, it was only just a dream.