the seven husbands of y/n l/n ✷ gi

in which he and she dance in an empty classroom

listen to the song... trust me, you will not regret it

IT WAS SAID, THAT EVEN THE MOST IMPASSIBLE OF CREATURES STILL FELT THE SENSATIONS OF BITTER COLD.

That is how Y/N felt in regard to the man standing in front of her, his eyes pooling into hers and vice versa.

Capitano has changed through the past couple of years, he no longer quivered at Y/N's antics nor did he hesitate. In due time, he was seemingly well built despite the lack of food while the vigour within his muscles increased with each laborious task the adults assigned him. In summary, Capitano feasibly grew to embody the nickname Y/N bestowed him all those years ago, Captain.

All the throng of Cheklain was well versed in the deeds of Capitano, from the baritone thrum of his voice and sturdy features, they all viewed him as a prospect: a glimmering star amidst the rubble.

Nevertheless, to Y/N and her illusionary eyes, the image of a scrawny boy persisted like a memory that washed itself with the present.

There was this pang of longing perhaps, to ironically feast on the moments in which Y/N felt the sensations of a friend that intertwined with her very spark. As time wagered onwards, the vision of her friend faded into the blizzard and emerged a readily growing young man who was praised by the town. Thus, piece by piece Capitano himself embodied the flow of the town she loathed with every frozen fibre of her naive being.

Consequently, as Capitano stood before her, his request echoing in her ears, she could not help but share eyes of chaff dubiety and a silky smile.

"You want to dance, with me?" repeated Y/N, resisting the urge to spring up in a frisky grin, "And since when did we last do this?"

"When we were still children," replied Capitano unwaveringly, "Though, I am sure you know that."

Y/N chuckles out loud, her former disposition of wrath and forlornness now dissipating into the air, "If we do dance..." her voice willfully wandering off as she stepped closer to him, "How can I be sure you won't step on my toes again?"

Capitano shares a placid smile, his deep eyes twinkling like stardust, "You have my word."

Y/N pauses briefly, admiring the slight twinkle in his eyes and the cordial actions that slipped right with his figure: sweet with a sprinkle of solace. The wind howled beyond the walls of the desolate classroom, alas, as Y/N's heart thrummed a touch faster and the joints in her vessel swayed absent of any notions, the wind morphed into a mere background noise that merited no concern.

Gingerly, Y/N's hands silently found their way to his sturdy shoulders-- which were still aspects of Capitano she had yet to establish in her prevailing image-- Capitano smoothly slipped his hands to Y/N's sides, both parties equally rising in warmth despite the callous winds.

Thus, a rhythmic silence enveloped the air that possessed not a tinge of awkwardness or stiff sway. Rather, it was fluid and seemingly balanced like water taking the form of its container. Nevertheless, the mystique of winter whisked itself into the atmosphere with each graceful step the two orchestrated. It was as if the strings of their hearts were intertwined and laced together, absent of loose stitches. In essence, the lifting and gingerly stepping of their feet along with the sway of their arms morphed into one ethereal movement: two ghostly souls under the cloud of snow and frost, becoming one.

Not a word was uttered under the veil of a dawning night as both heard the phantom of an orchestra strumming above them like angles. The wind itself accompanied each waltzing note as it rose and fell with uncanny ease.

To the observer, the painting of Capitano and Y/N was like a timeless waltz set on the sheet of a frozen lake, snowflakes fluttering in the wind like dreams and untouched wishes. As Capitano lifted her in the air, Y/N's fingertips caressed the stars. And as Y/N's motions embodied the sundering of a vehemence bird in the air, Capitano's spark fluttered alive under the haze of her winter's spell.

Y/N was no longer in the classroom she loathed and derided, rather, the grey lifeless walls grew tall with each spin and ripple of her dreadful heart. Yawning windows made themselves known as the placid concrete floors were now an exquisite shade of red. Lines of gold made themselves new and the glimmer of a hanging chandelier became the long-absent sun. Even the sealing possessed the evanescent paintings of elegant battles and the Venus of a lulling night.

Y/N knew it was merely a trance, a dream that fate cast aside, nevertheless, she continued to waltz as the night became a blanket to all her deepest most sorrowful desires.

Capitano, who spun with her in the absence of unease, acknowledged fully that he himself would never caress nor fathom the bliss Y/N experienced.

He knew very well she was a dreamer, a visionary of strife and copious amounts of vehemence.

Despite that, his grip remained gingerly yet firm, both waltzing into twinkling starlight all while the sinister plot of fate pulled their limbs like dolls at her disposal.

NOTES FROM KYLE !

LISTEN TO THE MUSIC! PLEASEEE

I really like this chapter and I def I had fun writing it.

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