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Sandrone practically floated across the stage while a spotlight followed her position. The rest of the tent was dark and otherwise solitary, if not for Sandrone and the presence of a certain jester watching from the shadows. The woman danced to no music and the audience of a single man, her movements practiced, almost mechanical.
He was the only one she did this for. Her dance was an unspoken message that he was the only one who ever saw her like this, her performance for him. He could watch forever and never be disappointed even if she'd danced the same routine a hundred times. That’s what it had been for years. The routine was ingrained now and when she finished, she would look at him with a soft smile that was just for him, and he’d grin back, and all would be right with his life once again.
It was always just him and her. The Jester and his Sandrone.
The dance ended. Sandrone ended in the middle of the stage, and gave a deep bow to her one-man audience. She smiled softly to herself and looked out into the darkness where Jester stood, staring at him without actually seeing him. He smiled back, and it was genuine despite the fact he was always smiling.
Finally, Jester stepped out from the shadows, and Sandrone's smile grew upon seeing him.
This was her moment; this was all she ever wanted.
They made eye contact. "Hello," Jester said. His voice was as smooth as polished stone, and gentle only for her. "You're beautiful."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course you think so," she replied, and laughed softly. "You tell me every night."
Her laugh wasn't the usual high pitched squeaky noise. It was softer, deeper, more real. He liked that laugh. It was hers. His favorite sound. They stared at each other for a few moments before Jester leaned forward, extending his clawed hand for her to take. When she took it, he tugged her toward him, pulling her closer. They kissed on stage, and they were alone. No audience would see them. No one would interrupt.
"You're my girl," Jester murmured into her ear. "My best girl."
Sandrone pulled away slightly to look into Jester’s purple eyes. Their faces were inches apart, their lips barely touching. "And you're mine." she replied.
Jester smiled at her softly. Then he closed the distance between them, and there was nothing left to say between them.