Just let go, the music whispers. Dance. You can if you want to.
She's starting to follow his lead, starting to move on her own, an unconscious grace sliding into her limbs, a breathless half-smile starting to spread on her face.
And all around her are people dancing, people with unlikely skin tones and unusual numbers of fingers or eyes, people with feathers and scales, people with fangs, we're all just people, even her --
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Date: 2008-10-28 02:59 am (UTC)Just let go, the music whispers. Dance. You can if you want to.
She's starting to follow his lead, starting to move on her own, an unconscious grace sliding into her limbs, a breathless half-smile starting to spread on her face.
And all around her are people dancing, people with unlikely skin tones and unusual numbers of fingers or eyes, people with feathers and scales, people with fangs, we're all just people, even her --
Just dance.
Even her, but --
Just let go.
-- but the thing is --
You know you want to.
-- it's not just paranoia.
Beth stumbles to a halt, her mouth moving -- soundlessly, in the roar of the music.