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hrizantemy · 20 days

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THE DANCER AND THE MOON

The air was alive with the vibrant melodies that resonated from every corner, drawing in a kaleidoscope of dancers. Yet, amidst the throng of moving bodies, her attention remained steadfastly anchored to the lone dancer who seemed to transcend the chaos around her.

The woman moved with an effortless grace, her body fluid and sinuous as if each movement was an extension of her very being. Her limbs traced delicate arcs through the air, weaving a tale of passion and emotion that captured Nesta's undivided attention. There was a raw beauty in the way she moved, a magnetism that held Nesta captive, unable to tear her gaze away.

As the music swelled and ebbed, the dancer's expression shifted, reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through her. There was joy in the curve of her smile, longing in the arch of her back, and a hint of melancholy in the depths of her eyes. Each movement seemed to tell a story, a silent narrative that spoke volumes to those who cared to listen.

Nesta found herself drawn into the dancer's world, swept away by the tide of emotions that pulsed through the air. For a fleeting moment, she felt a connection, a thread of understanding that bound them together across the expanse of the crowded street. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the dance unfolding before her.

How had she even ended up here? She had been walking, lost in the turmoil of her own thoughts, consumed by the familiar ache of anger that always seemed to simmer just beneath the surface whenever her sister's name crossed her mind. Yet, as if drawn by some unseen force, she found herself drawn to the heart of the festivities, the music pulling at her like a siren's call.

And now, here she stood, a silent observer in a sea of swirling colors and laughter, her eyes trained on the lone dancer who seemed to dance for no one but herself.

Feyre had extended an invitation with forced cheerfulness to Nesta, an attempt to bridge the ever-widening chasm between them. And so, begrudgingly, Nesta had accepted, though the prospect of spending an evening in their company filled her with dread. As she stepped into the warmth of the familiar interior, she was met with a deafening silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

Feyre's attempt at a greeting fell flat, her words lost in the heavy air of tension that hung between them. Elain's gaze was distant, her eyes betraying nothing as she stared into the distance with an unreadable expression. Nesta took a seat at the table, feeling like an intruder in her own sister's home.

The atmosphere was stifling, suffocating, as she watched the others engage in idle conversation and laughter. Cassian and Morrigan shared a private moment, their affection evident as he ran his fingers along her feet, eliciting a smile from her lips as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Feyre and Rhysand seemed lost in their own world, their minds elsewhere as they whispered quietly to each other, oblivious to the outsider in their midst. Nesta felt like a ghost, a mere spectator in the lives of those she once called family. As the evening wore on, Nesta sat in silence, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of bitterness and resentment. She longed to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of their expectations and judgments.

But instead, she remained rooted to her seat, a silent observer in a world that had long since moved on without her. Until she couldn’t anymore.

With a heavy heart and a sense of suffocation tightening her chest, Nesta quietly slipped away from her sister's home, craving the solace of the open air. The streets greeted her with a cacophony of sounds—laughter, music, and the rhythmic beat of dancing feet. It was as if the world outside existed in a separate realm, untouched by the silent turmoil that had gripped her within the confines of her sister's house.

As she wandered aimlessly through the vibrant streets, Nesta felt the weight of her burdens begin to lift, replaced by a sense of liberation she hadn't known in ages. Everywhere she looked, people danced with abandon, their laughter filling the night air with an infectious energy that was impossible to resist.

And then, amidst the throng of revelers, she saw her—the dancer whose movements had captivated her from the moment she laid eyes on her. There was something magnetic about the way she moved, a raw passion that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical world.

Nesta found herself drawn to the dancer like a moth to a flame, her steps quickening as she closed the distance between them. For a moment, she forgot the troubles that plagued her, the weight of her past mistakes and regrets falling away.

As Nesta lost herself in the swirling melodies and rhythmic movements, she felt a pair of eyes on her, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. Turning her head, she met the gaze of the dancer, expecting to find judgment or indifference mirrored in her expression. Instead, she was met with something unexpected—a soft smile playing at the corners of the woman's lips, a warmth in her eyes.

Nesta's breath caught in her throat as the dancer beckoned her closer, a silent invitation that stirred something deep within her. She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty warring with the desire pulsing through her veins. But then, as if compelled by some unseen force, she found herself stepping forward, her movements tentative yet determined.

As she drew nearer to the dancer, Nesta felt a sense of anticipation building within her, a feeling she couldn't quite name but one that filled her with a strange sense of hope. And then, as their hands met and their bodies began to move in harmony, she felt something shift inside her—a loosening of the tight coil of tension that had gripped her for so long, replaced by a sense of connection that transcended words.

Rhythm that seemed to quicken the beat of their hearts as they moved in perfect synchrony. Nesta's movements were fluid yet controlled, her body swaying with a grace she hadn't known she possessed. Each step was a testament to the raw emotion coursing through her veins, a release of the pent-up energy that had threatened to consume her.

Beside her, the dancer moved with an effortless agility, her movements a whirlwind of motion and grace. Together, they wove a tapestry of movement, their bodies moving as one to the frenetic tempo of the music. Their steps were quick and precise, a blur of motion as they spun and twirled across the crowded street.

As they danced, Nesta felt a sense of liberation wash over her, a feeling of weightlessness that lifted her higher and higher with each passing moment. The music surged through her veins, driving her onward with an intensity she had never known before. And as she lost herself in the rhythm of the dance, she felt a sense of freedom unlike anything she had ever experienced.

In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the music and the warmth of the dancer's embrace, Nesta felt truly alive.

As the music reached a crescendo, the dancer took Nesta's hand in hers, her touch gentle yet firm, as if guiding her through a dance they had both known in another lifetime. Without a word, she twirled Nesta with a deftness that spoke of years of practice and passion, their movements perfectly synchronized as they spun together in a whirlwind of motion.

At first, Nesta's instinct was to pull away, to retreat into the safety of her own solitude. But something within her urged her to stay, to trust in the moment unfolding before her. And so, she surrendered to the dancer's lead, allowing herself to be swept away by the intoxicating rhythm of the music.

As they twirled and spun across the crowded street, Nesta felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through her veins, a feeling of freedom she hadn't known in years. In the dancer's arms, she felt weightless, untethered from the burdens that had weighed her down for so long.

As they danced, Nesta lost all sense of time and place. The world around her faded into obscurity, replaced by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the exhilarating sensation of movement. She couldn't say how long they had been dancing or where they had moved to, only that they hadn't stopped.

Their steps became a blur of motion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as if guided by some unseen force. With each spin and twirl, Nesta felt herself being carried away on a tide of euphoria, her cares and worries melting away with each passing moment.

In the embrace of the dancer's arms, she found a sense of peace she hadn't known in years, a fleeting respite from the chaos of her own mind. And as they continued to dance, their movements growing more frenetic with each passing beat, Nesta knew that she never wanted this moment to end.

#anti acotar #anti acosf #anti inner circle #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti azriel #anti amren #anti morrigan #anti nessian #pro nesta #nesta archeron deserves better #please give me this #sarah you could have given nesta so much #dancer and the moon

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stickersdoodle · 1 year

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imaging feeling like your best friend abandoned you just for her to then become the princess of being a good friend

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tottallytoby · 7 months

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MOON DANCER !!!!

#her colors are so prettyyy #i really love this pen tbh #mlp #my little pony #mlp fim #my art #moon dancer #moon dancer mlp #shes a cuties i love her big eyebrows

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riptyde-slothteeth · 1 month

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many ponies as well...

#mlp #trixie lulamoon #starlight glimmer #sunset shimmer #pinkie pie #doctor whooves #minuette #moon dancer

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illustratus · 9 months

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Fire Dancers by FuFu Frauenwahl

Latin palindrome- In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni “We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.” — Virgil

#fire #dancers #night #art #animated #gif #moon #clouds #moonlight #moonlit #full moon #dancing #flames #fufu frauenwahl #esoteric #flame #poem #symbolic #alchemy #virgil #latin #palindrome #moth #moths

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princessmimoza · 3 months

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.ballet dancer tuxedo mask

as i mentioned before, i still got some dancers left~ many of you missed him, so here is tuxedo mask <3 my c0mmish3r got you covered :D

#sailor moon #tuxedo mask #anime #fanart #digitalart #ballet #ballet dancer #outfit #design

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dragoncult-handmaiden · 13 days

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I want to be every soulsborne woman at the same time. Why are they all so ethereal and divine and mysterious and powerful and feminine and graceful and elegant and dark and I love women

#elden ring #ranni the witch #marika #melina #malenia #cleanrot knight finlay #black knife tiche #sister friede #vicar amelia #rennala of the full moon #millicent #dancer of the boreal valley #dark souls #bloodborne #i love women #ahhh women #I want to be all of them

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emptygoldstudio · 7 months

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[9] Boys' Girls' club 🧪

Promps source for October

#mlp #my little pony #art prompt #artists on tumblr #twilight sparkle #lemon hearts #twinkleshine #minuette #moon dancer #october 9 #emptygoldstudio #personal art #yes i can and i will change prompt a bit for a chance to draw my fave group of girls <3

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goggleghost · 7 months

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🌌⬆️🩰

Ink '23 - RISE

#ghostie's art #inktober #inktober2023 #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moondrop #i promise ill get back to sun tomorrow lol all these prompts worked better with moon #also tomorrow is the last one i have backlogged so lets see if i can stay caught up this year :')#used aerial silk dancers as refs

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wakeupch3rryy · 3 months

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Mlp brainrot kms

#mlp fim #mlp #starlight glimmer #twilight sparkle #sunburst mlp #trixie lulamoon #pinkie pie #rainbow dash #moon dancer

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poni-paradise · 3 months

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#my little pony #mlp #mlp g1 #my little pony g1 #mlp fandom #moon dancer mlp #moondancer mlp #moon dancer #moondancer

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casually-salad · 1 month

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Moon Dancers melancholy, an escape of Canterlot.

When word of the returning cutie pox made its way to Celestia, she hadnt been worried. sickness rises and falls but she was sure it would go away shortly. within a couple hours though, she could feel something wrong - the death of harmony. She was alerted to what had happened by Zecora when she arrives in the city 12 hours after the first infected. Bringing the brightest minds in the city together, she locked them all in the castle to work on a cure. Moon Dancer wouldnt even stay more than a day... and now seeing the horror of the new Cutie Pox there is no turning back now.

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#mlp #mlp infection au #cutie pox chronicles #moon dancer #twilight sparkle #princess celestia #zecora #ft acti plot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! say hi to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#shining armor #tw body horror

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jenna-louise-jamie · 2 months

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i love how the alex rider books are constantly telling you how attractive yassen is. it's vital information.