Lights flashed. Blue. Purple. Green.
The room wavered as the lights danced on the walls. The music beat against The blonde's ears as he made his way deeper into the sea of people. The people felt like they were closing in, swallowing him in their rhythmic dancing and pulsing auras.
It was a different experience for Arthur, being in the thick of the crowd. When Alfred or Francis even managed to get him into a place like this he usually stuck to the outskirts of the dance floor, he preferred his space out there. Often times he kept to the shadows, standing along the walls. There it was secluded, and quiet (despite the raring music) and he could actually think there. Besides, most of the tables stood alone, away from the crowd, making for an easy escape when he got bored. Tonight, however, was different. He had caught a glimpse of something. He had seen something that he hadn't expected to ever see there, something that had become the object of his curiosity over the past couple of weeks. He thought he had seen her.
It was a fleeting glance. A quick flip of her shining (h/c) hair and then it was gone. He had abruptly got up from his small table by the back of the club and dived into the throng of people, hoping to see another glimpse. He followed her supposed path, weaving through the intermingling bodies and murmured voices. Really he didn't know what he was following; it might have been rhythm of the music playing over head or it might have just been a figment of his imagination. Maybe Alfred was right, maybe he did need to get out more. There it was again. Nope. That wasn't his mind playing games with him. He was sure that he had seen her this time.
He was surrounded on all sides, the people thick around him. He was in the center of it all; it was mind numbing. And that's when he saw it: the same (h/c) hair. His heart was pounding in his chest as he reached out to catch her arm…
It wasn't her.
The girl turned around, a slick smile on her face. Her hair wasn't the same silky (h/c) as hers; it was flat and greasy, he could see her dark black roots through the fake blonde dye covering the tips of her hair. And her eyes. How could he have mistake those eyes? They were a dull, dirty brown; not the flashing (e/c) eyes he was so fascinated with.
"Hello there." She slurred. Clearly she had had one too many that night. That's why she stood there, staring up at him with baited breath and fluttering eyes.
"Sorry, love. I thought you were someone else."
Arthur hesitated, and then turned, walking as briskly as he could through all the people. Seeing her up close he was so ashamed that he had even mistaken this girl for her.
Arthur stopped halfway through the crowd, trying to get himself situated. His brain seemed fifty millions miles away and he didn't know how to keep himself grounded.
He had seen her plenty of times before, almost everyday in fact. She worked in the little antique shop across from where they held the World Conferences. And when he wasn't coming from a conference he passed by the shop everyday on his way home, always looking for the bright eyed girl at the shop's counter or dusting off some of the trinkets in the display window. He had talked to her quite a few times too. She was a lovely character, always sweet and endearing but had quite the sharp-tongued wit when she wanted to. She never let anyone put her down and was quick to voice her opinion. She was a shy little girl when Arthur first met her, but she always held herself with quite confidence. As the days had gone on and he came to know her, he had grown more and more attached to the girl, yet he never saw her outside of that little shop. Something about her intrigued him. Was it the way she carried herself as she walked? Was it that far off look she got in her eyes when she was thinking? Was it that mischievous little smile she'd give when she made a joke? He didn't know. It's not like he meant for her delicate image to appear before his eyes. He couldn't help it when her face floated through his mind; it seemed to be the only thing that his mind could conjure up anymore that actually made him smile.
Arthur shook his head as he stood there underneath the flashing lights and blaring music. "It must be the club. All these lights and sounds, all these distractions. They're playing tricks with my mind. I'd never see someone like her here.." He thought to himself, however something was beginning to bother him. He felt as if he was drowning; suffocating from the encroaching bodies and voices. As quickly as he could he made his way through the dancing figures to the outskirts of the dance floor. He looked around for someplace he could escape to. He had to get out of there, to get away from all the people but he didn't want to exactly leave either. That's when he saw the stairs that led up to the roof of the club. Perfect, he thought. A little fresh air and the night sky will do me some good.
He made his way up the stairs, ignoring the "CLUB PERSONNEL ONLY" sign and slipped down the narrow hallway. He could see the door at the end, labeled ROOF ACCESS. As he opened the door a cool, gentle breeze brushed his face as he took a deep breath. The September air was nice and crisp; he pulled his leather jacket a little bit closer to him, for some extra warmth. He let out a shaky sigh as he ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, letting the cold night air envelope him. As his vibrant green eyes adjusted to the dark night he noticed a figure standing at the edge of the roof, looking out over the cityscape. For a moment his heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be...
__________. Her name echoed through his head as he stood there watching her.
He didn't even need to see her face to know it was her. Strands of her (h/l)(h/c) hair danced in breeze as he slowly approached her.
"I didn't know you came here."
"It's not my first choice of entertainment on a Saturday night but it has the best view of the sky in the city so…"
She turned ever so slightly, giving Arthur a coy look.
"I settled for the best I can get." She said matter-of-factly as a small smirk grew on Arthur's face.
Slowly Arthur looked up at the twinkling stars overhead; they looked brighter than usual. It was so much different from the artificial lights that flashed in the dimly lit club.
"T-They are q-quite beautiful…" He whispered, his accent thick as he stuttered quietly.
"So I'm not the only one that admires the stars then?" __________ questioned. She knew from their many conversations at the antique store that Arthur had always enjoyed the outdoors, especially the night sky, but she liked teasing him.
There was a silent pause. The chilly air stretched out between them, almost as if the sky itself was holding it's breathe.
'The stars aren't the only things I admire, poppet." he breathed out.
He had made his way across the roof and was now standing directly behind ___________. He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath tickling her ear. His heart was pounding in his chest, he was sure she could hear it in the silent night air. In the one moment when he needed to keep his cool, he felt like he was falling apart.
He felt a warm hand wrap around his, gently stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. A small, sporadic giggle escaped __________'s lips as she stared out at the city's glowing skyline.
It was so much better out here; the soft sounds of people walking in streets below, the glistening stars above, everything just felt right. The club downstairs seemed 50 million miles away as Arthur stood there with __________ in his arms, watching the stars.
"The stars aren't the only things I admire either, Arthur."