This was originally suppose to be muuuuuch longer, but my writing skills is a little iffy right now. Either way, happy birthday, spruce!
His soft fingertip grazes over the exposed skin of her back, she silently scolds herself for choosing the red dress with an open back. She swallows whatever noise she desperately wants to let out before turning to him. His lips immediately capture her attention.
“Dipper Pines, don’t you clean up well,” she breathes out a light chuckle when his eyebrow raises. He tugs at the black tie while she examines just how well it goes with the crimson red shirt of his.
“Eh. Well enough for prom, I suppose,” he gives her his usual half sided grin that she’s forced to give back, “But you look beautiful.”
“That’s because I spent weeks preparing.”
He nods, “Yes, I remember the late night conversations.”
She briefly looks around to see if anyone is paying them any attention, “Well, this night was important to me.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here,” and before she can respond he holds out his hand for her, “So, do you want to dance or what?”
At first she’s afraid because it’s new territory for their relationship and the last thing she wants is for someone to find out about him. Then, she looks into his eyes, not a trace of fear in them, and she wonders how it’s possible.
Though
my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have
loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
–
Sarah Williams
Dipper
Pines knows what it is to be in love. It’s a shooting star across
the pitch black sky.
It’s
the sudden explosion of light, illuminating in its radiance. It’s
the streak of brilliance, spinning and twirling as it makes its
journey, incandescent beams trailing behind and touching all that it
passes. It’s the new capability of vision presenting the
opportunity to drink in sights previously unknown. It’s the
captivation caused by flash-point intensity.
non-suspicious 