Post by blythe on Aug 6, 2009 20:22:09 GMT -5
"See that girl dancing around the fire. Hear the russle of her feet. Taste the smell of burning wood. Feel this life is really good."
Oh, lord, she felt so alive! Every bone in her body was mirroring the fire crackling in the night, setting the whole camp ablaze in merriment. Natalya's feet slide from place to place, stepping from side to side to mimic the dancing of the flames, stretching their tendrils higher until they were snuffed by the darkness. The young woman didn't intend on being snuffed, though. No, her arms snaked above her head and her hips slithered from side to side as she laughed and exclaimed with anyone who happened to dance past her.
Her hands clasped the fabric of her skirt at times, curling it into her hands as the fire cast it a magenta color. Her hair was free from any constraints, curling lightly down past her shoulders so that when she turned, both her hair and skirt enveloped her in a wave of pinks and browns. Laughter continued to burble like a brook from her mouth. Not even her bare feet colliding with a rock or a beetle bumping into her face could properly mar the euphoria of tonight.
Keeping time with the beat of the drum and the strumming of the guitar kept her nerves on edge and her mind awake. She hadn't slept the night before, but one couldn't tell at the moment. Perhaps as soon as the music slowed, her eyelids would become heavy again, and she'd slip into the land of Nod where she stood. Natalya didn't want to think of that. No, her lips pushed together in a faint frown at the though, and her legs and hips slowed into a more rhythmic sliding from side to side. Her arms drifted back down to her sides, smoothing out any wrinkles that had begun to form, and for a moment, Natalya left the revelries to see who was hanging on the edge of the crowd.
"She has a shawl around her curly hair. She wears no shoes but doesn't care. She's dressed like a gypsy and she is the sweetest girl I've ever seen."
Her mother and father were one of the slew of married couples expressing their love in the dimmed light, half hidden in the shadows as they kissed tenderly. There were other couples who weren't kissing, but instead were talking, catching up at the days end. Her eyes moved from form to form, taking in their expressions and the tail ends of sentences, missing the punchline but wanting to laugh nonetheless. With her back to the fire, the drive to keep moving her legs until nothing remained lessened into a dull ache of want.
Each step she took from it softened it even more until the dull ache buried itself below the surface, ready to come again when needed but too far gone to pose much of an annoyance. It really had to be terribly wicked to want to dance so much when one was already engaging in the activity. It was like loving someone so much that one wants to love them even more and have them even more when he or she already does. It was never good to put too much stock and affection into one item for the chance that it could disappear and leave the believer crushed in the wake of despair.
Her eyes flickered to the group still enjoying the heat of the fire running over their swaying limbs before moving back to those around her. When a young man caught her eye, she smiled faintly, offering a wave of her hand before turning in another direction. For a moment, the darkness morphed back into his lean, dark body with dancing eyes on the face reflecting the orange color in front of him. For a moment, her heart beat a little faster, closer in speed to the drums in the back ground.
And then... she was freed from the attraction, and Natalya moved once more back to dance.
"Gypsy girl, you're an angel in disguise."
RPING WITH !?: IT'S OPEN, fewls and the more the merrier
WORD COUNT !?: 624 words sans lyrics
NOTES !?: woot woot
LYRICS !?: "careless whisper" -- seether; post lyrics "gypsy girl" -- ferrari
CREDIT TO!?: me. blythe. (:[/sup][/ul]