Quite the Evening

She didn't know how she ended up at the party. Today Ophelia had felt more disconnected from reality. The world a constant hum around her, swirls of phosphorescent light surrounded her, the sun a bright ball of neon sending bathing the world in alternating pink, blue, and yellow hues. And the party, people were bundled together in as glowing balls of effervescence. The vibrations of the dance floor trembled through her as she bowed her head dancing to her own separate beat. She saw him when she opened her eyes, a bright red amongst the sea of pink and blue. The air itself seemed to hum and crackle around him. She was drawn to him, a bright beacon of comfort, and before she knew it she was accompanying him out into the chilled evening air.

"Well...that was something," he chuckled at her, "to think, holidays haven't even started yet, but seems people are already celebrating."

She beamed up at him, "How can people not celebrate in a night like this? All the light, and music, all it makes me want to do is dance."

Her head bobbing to the steady beat emanating from him she leaned against him, pressing her ear towards his chest. It was as if the sound was pumping steadily from his heart thrumming through his veins and outwards steadily into the night. She stands there for a few moments, burrowing into him until she feels him slip something off from him.

"Nice night, it's been getting colder though."

In his hands he held a blanket of glowing orange light, it rustled slightly in the air as if it were a wave in the ocean. She could feel the heat bearing off it, the steady warmth streaming into the night. She envelopes herself within it, her very core warming beneath its embrace. She grasps his arm in gratitude but then lets the blanket fall to the ground and whispers up at him, "How can you stay still listening to this beat? Dance with me."

As she lets go, no heed to whether he follows her, she begins to dance slowly, in the steady rhythm of the night. She feels out tentatively with her emotional bond and sends him a glimpse of how she was experiencing the world, in all of its musical effervescent glory.

As they danced the beat emanating from him grew louder and louder, as if to drown out the hammering of her heart. The feel of his hands on her waist, their dancing in the streets of this chilly October evening; it was so romantic, so perfect. She wanted to hold onto this moment and make it forever. At this the world began to change light fading to black, enveloping them. He became her light, a miniature sun glowing brighter and brighter. With each pulse of light the music began to dim, until finally it was quiet once again.

She stood there staring at her miniature sun, overwhelmed. She pulled his head down to her and whispered, "Take me on an adventure."

No music echoed through the surrounding darkness as she held her breath, bated. But a slight rustle could be felt as the breeze stirred, as if the wind itself were weighing itself in on the outcome.

The moment his lips met hers the world exploded into colour. It was like the inside of her eyelids were painted into a vibrant kaleidoscope. She folded herself into his kiss; his warmth, his strong arms, his everything. Time stretched out as the world around them stilled as if in acknowledgement, this was their moment. She let her walls fall down again, let him feel what she was feeling; the colour, his warmth, his everything, the magic of the moment.

A quiet sigh escaped her as she pulled away, instinct pushing her. She lifted a finger to her lips and pulled at him, yanking him in her direction. His hand firmly in hers she took off, haulling him down the path. The world sped around her as she pulled him around bend and bend until they reach it, a fountain.

It was a plain thing, wide enough for a few people to stand in the pool of water beneath it. But no ornate features dominated it's grey surface and simple spout yet in her eyes it was beautiful. The water seemed to rise off of it, cascading upwards in an ever widening spiral. Each droplet a different colour, a rainbow of glistening jewels rising into the sky.

She ran towards it and hopped in, laughing as she splashed in the water. She revelled in the feeling of it as it streamed past her, somehow warm despite the time of year. As she stood back her hair now clinging wetly to her face she beckoned towards him; reaching out and sending him another glimpse of how she saw the world.