Joan loves so many things about him, things she could easily list as well as things that would be more difficult to express in words, those small, quiet things that are by their very nature indescribable. The synthesis of all of those things, simple and ineffable, are three words that are right on the tip of her tongue as she gazes up at him, swaying from side to side. Words she wants so badly to say. And for a moment she feels like she's going to say them. That this is it, the magical moment.
Then the song is over, and the spell is broken.
She smiles and kisses him as a more upbeat song starts to play, and pulls away to sit back down.
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Date: 2021-06-30 03:19 am (UTC)Then the song is over, and the spell is broken.
She smiles and kisses him as a more upbeat song starts to play, and pulls away to sit back down.