Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

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It's almost as if she's a different person when she's dancing. The cold veneer, the glamour, slips away... what's left is just simply her, letting the music fill her, letting it move her. Hips twisting in the skintight latex, hair flaring around her like deep black silk as she spins. Hands cast out, hands spread, hands in the hands or hair of a partner.

Joy in her face.

This is what she does when she slips away from her minders, from her complement of Hounds - she runs away to Need, and she dances. She spins into the arms of strangers and, with a touch, reads them, knows them - feels what it must be like to be normal.

And then they come for her, and her steps falter. Her glamour slips back into place. She becomes the Lishaya again, not this anonymous girl who feels the music thrum in her bones. And she is brought away to her lonely throne.


Alanna is quite young here, no more than 15 or 16. Yes, that's too young for Need - but are they going to say no to her?

A bunch of you gave me "dancing". And lots of my characters dance - but I gave this one to her, because it is her only joy.

Spiders cry out while mating. Just like me.

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