you're dancing with your enemy, but you're slowly falling in love [ dark academia playlist ] 

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*slowly caresses homework "We're gonna be up all night long."

“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."

I love the random names of these playlists. I think, "Why not?" and then I hit play.

i often think my soulmate has died i don’t feel love i don’t think i ever will i dream and fantasize about it but that’s all it is a fantasy i’m rarely present on this planet always in my head in a dark dream world alone with someone a shadow figure casted by candlelight that moves sporadically as if, their life would be blown out with one breath along with any faint light this is who i believe to be my soulmate i would’ve been loved by now, if they were still roaming the grounds i can feel but they aren’t and i can’t a part of them must stay with me now taunting me reminding me that they are only a shadow with no face or name living through every candle i light, that warmth is the only thing i can feel my cheeks turn cherry, skin clammy and warm eyes teary from smoke fingertips blistered and burnt, the way a flame does things to me no being ever could. maybe when i was given life, my soul forgot to spilt into two or maybe it did… but, was so comfortable staying a shadow only showing itself when it knew i wanted it to appear so, every night i burn a candle until it dies out on its own and every night, it leaves me. part of me hopes that maybe, i will light my last candle and my second soul will fly up, shadows will dance around the cold sky and the wind will transfer the light into another being, one that was soulless, now filled with my love and i will carry a candle waiting for it to be lit, by my soulmate.

“Oh, to experience it again. The fascinating feelings of real love. Not the false kind that you fall into when you are taunted by boredom. Oh, no. I mean the kind that turns even the toughest of souls into a glass container holding fire, melting its very own edges and forming a new case fit for two.”

*Listening to sad, sentimental music feels like immersing oneself in a sea of emotions, each wave crashing against the shore of the heart, leaving behind a trail of poignant memories and introspective thoughts*

I sat there with a drink in my hand...watching my best friend dance with her partner with a smile on my face. She seemed very happy... And I loved watching her smile. I shifted my gaze to the man that sat at the other end of hall. The man I despised with all my heart. Or so I hoped. He looked wonderful as always. With a suit as black as his hair with golden linings. He wore his dashing smile that showcased his dimples. Every woman that looked at him would turn red. I hated him. At least I thought I did. These past few weeks that I spend with him made me realize that he wasn't the cocky,mean and cruel prince I thought he was. I naturally hated him as he was the prince of the enemy kingdom. But then father put forward an alliance. He came to the castle very often after that. He always iritated me. And he enjoyed it. I enjoyed bickering with him too. But then I realised that he was actually a very caring and sweet man. He cared for his people. He is just beautiful. In every way a person can be beautiful. I suddenly became aware of the thoughts in my head and told myself to shut up. I turned to look at him again but he had dissapeared. "You look stunning princess." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see my enemy with that sly smile of his plastered on his face. "What do I owe this displeasure, your highness?" I said disguising myself with a confident tone. He put his hand over his chest and said "ouch,that hurt. I sometimes forget that underneath this gorgeous woman is a bratty princess" I chuckled and said "I'll take that as a compliment" He smiled and held out his hand "May I,the handsome displeasure have this dance?" "Why,yes you may" I heard myself answer. What was I doing. My enemy,my nemesis,my rival. The man that I once dispised with my whole heart was now dragging me to the dance floor. The worst part was that, I did not hate it one bit. Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close. I almost let out a gasp. But I was too stubborn to let him know how much of a nervous wreck I was by his touch. I could not believe myself. I the princess, I the brave warrior who had fought so many battles and had won almost every one of them. I the brave woman who feared no one. Was trying to slow down her heart beating at the sight of this man. He and I waltzed around the ballroom and it was obvious that every single person in the room were staring at us. I cannot imagine how histerical the sight must've been... The princess and the prince of the enemy kingdom dancing together. But we didn't care. None of it mattered. At that moment, it was just the two of us and our racing hearts. " Did I mention you look stunning?cuz you do." "Careful your highness, two compliments in a row. We might just become friends." He chuckled and said "Oh we could never be friends. Trust me, I've tried to see you as a friend." "It didn't work,did it?" I said smiling at the memory of our constant banters. "I thought it did. But with the way my heart races when I look at you, I'm sure as hell that it will never work" I tried to calm myself down after I heard those words. My heart was beating so fast that I almost choked. I tried not to make it obvious how much of an impact his words made on me. I looked into his deep brown eyes and my efforts seemed to go to waste. I was staring for far too long. I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. "Careful princess, if you keep looking at me like that, you might just fall in love" He said smirking. I scoffed and said "In your dreams prince" "We'll see about that." He dipped me against floor and as I straightened and looked at his sweet face once again,I realised that I was in fact falling for him. I was hopelessly falling in love with this man. And that scared me. But oh, I didn't care one bit...I smiled as we stayed with each other in our arms. And the world somehow seemed to have stopped.....

these comments are so deep, im going to cry

“I dance with souls not bodies”

“It’s only one dance.” That’s what Caligo had told himself. If his father thought this could be the way to bridge the gap between the two kingdoms, then by all means he would do his part. It didn’t mean he’d like it though. Except he did. And it was their third dance that evening. What had gotten into him? She had. This deranged princess had crawled under his skin with her sharp red nails and carved her name into his soul. What a way to go. Her pupils were constricted despite the low light that enfolded the room. Not a trace of humanity was found in them. The only thing emanating from her was a hatred that burned brighter and more dangerous as the dances went on. There are two feelings that breed curiosity; love and hate. And he couldn’t say he hated her. Why did she keep dancing with him? Where was the dagger hidden? And would he be able to stay alive when the thought of dying by her hands was tempting him beyond all reason? “Wait a little longer.” he whispered, pulling her closer to him. “Not yet. I haven’t loved you like I want to.” He hadn’t expected compliance, but she softened her step and looked him in the eye. Her hand trailed from his shoulder to his chest. She tapped her fingers lightly above his heart, circling it. “Revenge can be patient.” Her voice was soft and sweet, melodic, dripping with honey. In a moment, he began to wonder how he had hated her, feared her even. For, how can a madman not love insanity when it stands before him in the shape of a woman.

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(A short story (scene) for you guys to read if you have nothing to do) My chest burned. My hatred for him lived like wildfire throughout me. I hated him so, that I had initially forgotten the particular reason why I had. He took my hand in his, and I gritted my teeth. I should’ve never accepted to dance with him, though what else could’ve I done? Many eyes were on me, on us. Perhaps appearance was why I had said yes. It was just us two on the dance floor. I felt uneasy from the chatter, the whispers. It felt as though each person was commenting how lousy of a dancer I was, how a pin in my hair was misplaced. Or perhaps how my shoes were untidy for such an occasion. His hand held on the small of my back and I felt him pull. “You’re alright, y/n.” I shivered and pulled away “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” He grinned. I rolled my eyes. After a moment his gaze softened. “You know you’re the prettiest woman in here? Don’t think so harshly of yourself.” “I’m not.” He ignored. “But you are. Just squeeze my hand if it becomes too much. I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere but here. If that’s what you want.” I angrily looked away. Only then I realized, I hated him for all the wrong reasons. I hated the way he looked at me. I hated the way my body reacted when he touched me. I hated his stupid smile and his stupid attitude. “I hate you.” (Thank you Helder for this playlist💕💕💕🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿)

Dance with the prince, Owen had asked me, distract him for a while until he and the others can get past the shielded room and take what we need. So I did. I walked up to him and whispered in his ears, I was close enough for my shoulder to rest on his chest for a moment and I instantly knew it was a mistake. “Will you dance with me, Prince Killian?” His voice came rough, but his face remained calm as he gazed at me with suspect “I am no dancer.” “Humor me.” I smiled and took his hand in mine before he could walk away. His eyes were ones of a predator, following my every move with a strange hunger, I held his fingers with mine, unable to fully embrace his hand. and as if he suspected something was off, he glanced around, Owen nowhere to be seen. “Princess-“ he tried to reject and I quickly led him to the dance floor where the light of the stars reflected in a symphony as equally beautiful as the music being played in the air by some magic spell I had yet to learn. He grabbed my hand tighter and turned me towards his arms, his finger slid down my spine as a single drop of cold rain until he settled his palm on my lower back. His other hand slightly lifted up with my own. I hoped he could not hear the increasing beat of my heart as I put my hand on his shoulder, the feel of the leather was less distracting, unlike his skin on mine. His lips twisted into a cruel smile that created thunder in my soul. “I am offended by how you think you can fool me princess.” He pulled me towards him closing the distance between our bodies, then tourned us around the marble floor. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I managed to say, trying to focus on our steps and stay composed but as soon as his fingers traced circles and lines on my bare back, I gasped, the light of the stars and the music and murmuring of the party all blurred into a forgotten fog. His face remained neutral, but I could see the amusement in his coal noble eyes. “I will pay for this dance a great price.” He leaned in to whisper, his breath warm on my neck “The sword is not in my room” he smirked. I tried to turn and warn Owen, but his hands were still holding me tight. There was something of quiet desperation as he softened his grip and said “One more dance, princess, and I will hand you the sword myself."

I loved everyone's little vignettes, so here's one of mine! The party had split into two rows, elegant as always, feet whisper-quiet under the hum of the orchestra tuning up. Among them you saw friends, acquaintances, family members, distant relations. All the human clutter of your life - and you had no desire to join them, you realised with a pang. You watched, half hidden behind a divider, the last of the winter's snow still melting in your hair and on your shoulders, feeling wretched. Why had you rushed so? There was no-one here you wanted to see. You turned to leave, before the dancing truly began, and it would still be your choice. Nobody could say you had been driven away, if you left before anyone had even seen you. "Going somewhere?" Their voice was low and mischevious. You turned your coltish instinct to freeze into a graceful pause, turning towards them. "I see no reason to stay," You replied, keeping your voice light and your eyes trained on theirs. "The dancing is already underway, and I find lateness so unfashionable." "And yet you came anyway," mused your companion, breaking eye contact to address the air as if you were totally absent. It made you want to hit them. It made you want to -- "Clearly a mistake," you choked out as your throat tightened. "I'll be on my way." Picking a direction, you marched blindly away from them, deafened by the roaring in your ears. Your head had been thrown abruptly into such a whirl; first the muted panic of deciding to come, and the thrown together outfit and the even hastier plan - to do what exactly? Make someone jealous who desired only to give you their cruelty, who considered you beneath their notice apart from when they wanted to mock you? It was self-abasement that could no longer be endured. Blinking away the stinging in your eyes, you took stock of your surroundings. Your sudden flight had taken you to some sort of picture gallery punctuated by tall, dark windows. Through them, across a green space dusted with snowfall, the ballroom was visible, the warm glow of candlelight spilling out of the grand windows and reaching your lonely corridor just enough to cast shadows. You raised a finger and drew an aimless line through the frost on the windowpane, watching as, in the reflection, your friend and enemy entered the hall behind you. "I feel that I..." they stopped, cleared their throat, and took a step closer. "I ought to apologise. I have... ill-treated you somehow." You bit back a rueful laugh. "Oh, somehow? I'm afraid I can't accept an apology if you're not even sure what you're apologising for." They paused again. It gave you some satisfaction to watch them in the mirrored glass, forcing them to address the back of your head. See how they felt, to be beneath notice. You would not turn unless you felt they had earnt it. That was only fair. "I often find myself acting less polite than I would like, when I am in your company," they began again. "I find the experience ... frustrating. It does not match the standard I would expect for myself." "A good start," you replied after a moment. "But it's hardly my fault if you find me so tiresome you can barely contain yourself. Perhaps you should move on, and stop tormenting us both." They gave a rueful laugh of their own then, the sound so unfamiliar it shocked your hands to the windowsill, and you clutched it mutely as the sound thrilled your spine like lightning. They were always laughing, and often at you, but never such a dark sound, one so weighed down. "I do not think tiresome is the word I would use," they said, finally, and by the sound of their voice behind you it was clear they had moved a few steps closer. You imagined the heat of their body, radiating from them, thawing your back. The windowsill had eight stark ovals printed on the frost when you took your hands down, smoothing your clothes. There was a silence that seemed to stretch endlessly. Then, as if throwing something down a well, or into some similar abyss, your companion gave a deep sigh, and said, "Might I have the very great pleasure of sharing this dance with you?" At this, you turned around. Even in the dim light, it was clear that the cold had kissed their cheeks pink, as well as the tips of their nose and ears. It was absolutely unbearable to look at. It made you want to hit them all over again. "Why should I?" "Because I am asking you." "We can barely hear the music." "I can hear it perfectly clearly." "They must be halfway through the measures. We would look bizarre." "Who is watching?" In this, you had found your excuse. (this got so long and its soooo late, maybe will write more later if people see this + like it! i love a slightly toxic relationship lmao)

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“Would you give me the honour of your last dance?” He asked with a cocky grin waltzing on his face. “Only if you promise not to fall for me as the song comes to an end.” She answered, her eyes already empty, lifeless. He would, of course, accept the said condition; as killing her with his own hands was not enough: she needed to drown in her misery. His hands grabbed her waist, as sweetly and softly as the silk she was wearing. He had to admit that red looked good on her in a way it would never do on anyone else. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to see her covered in blood, apart from the hatred, which was born decades ago. To be honest, none of them knew why they fought against each other. Would that make a difference, though? Knowing how pointless this war is will not change the outcome for the two enemies, will not change how he feels. But what is it that he feels? He hated her, and for so many reasons it was hard to put into words. Think about it made him tighten his grip in a vague expectation that she would explode right there. She coughed, laying her head on his shoulder for no longer being able to breathe properly. Humiliating that was. She could cry if she wanted to, but in no case would she give him this victory over her. “Careful, princess, or you might sleep before the song ends.” He laughed, making fun of her. She thought of a reply, which would never be said. She did not have the strength for that. He was sanguine, impatiently waiting for her to perish right there. Who would have guessed that it only took a slice of her favourite cake and two drops of poison to put an end to her career. The woman who once declined the throne and declared war against her people only to cut his head now faces the cruel and ungrateful fate. One last waltz, one last breath, one last everything before he could finally declare his victory. What a shame his heart was aching, hands were trembling, throat was sore. Could that final note last forever? Slowly, regret would hit him. Regret for all those bloody words which killed her before that poison could have been thought of being used. Regret for the hate he swore to feel until his death but was never really there. Regret for how he lied, lied for a last dance, since he could never comply with that condition. He fell for her. And realised that with each passing note. He loved her. And will have to live knowing he killed the only woman who would ever love the ugly man he was inside. “Careful, prince…” She tried to say between coughs. “Or you might start crying…” Simple as that. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. Her eyes closed. The music stopped. How much of it was a victory? How much of it… “Careful, princess…”

I don't know whether hate and love can be merged into one, but what I remember is that love was love from the start and forever in love there is no hatred or revenge, there is only a feeling of mutual understanding and understanding, forgiveness and always forgiving without stopping, despite the stupid label of other people are installed in our heads, love from the first and last sight will never be an enemy, never at all

In one of the narrow alleys of Italy, under the radiant moonlight, the echoes of footsteps reverberated off the ancient walls. She had him cornered from all sides, feeling victory within her grasp. She looked at him with resolute eyes and spoke in a firm tone, "Don't you intend to surrender yourself, Andrik? Aren't you tired of constantly running and hiding?" Andrik laughed, his laughter carrying a mixture of mockery and sorrow. His dark locks swayed gently in the light breeze, reflecting the turmoil in his heart and the burning ache within his chest. Her question was like an arrow piercing his heart. He looked at her beautiful face and gazed into her eyes with a glint that concealed a pain she could not comprehend. In a tone she had never heard before, filled with mystery and longing, he said, "I think I did long ago. Yes, my captain, I do not tire of running and hiding because it's the only way to reach you. If I stopped running, you would stop chasing me." Those words carried a bitter truth. Her heart trembled for a moment as if struck by lightning. She had pursued him with determination and resolve, but she had not realized that this chase was leading her to an unexpected place. She thought her job was to capture him, but she hadn't grasped that her feelings had taken an unexpected turn. She stood for a moment, contemplating his words. There was something in his gaze that drew her in, something she couldn't resist. They were enemies, but in that moment, she felt they were closer than she had ever imagined. The night, the wind, and the faint sounds of the city bore witness to the birth of something new between them, something deeper and more complex than a mere chase between a cop and a mafia boss. As they gazed into each other's eyes, Fiona found herself lost in the depths of his gaze, like shores that knew how to draw her in and play with her as they pleased. Suddenly, her colleague, the policeman, came from behind and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fiona! Shoot him, aim for his legs! Take him down! What are you waiting for?!" She turned to her colleague, a burning lump in her throat, standing there, her spirit in turmoil. A strange confusion swirled inside her, she didn't know where to fix her gaze. She was too weak to shoot this captivating man in front of her. She stood there, pointing her weapon at him, her mind scattered. Sometimes looking back at her colleague, and other times at the one before her, the enemy who had shaken her being with two simple words. He stood there with full confidence, as if he knew she wouldn't be able to harm or kill him. With a calm demeanor, as her colleague approached, Andrik winked at her before turning away. He ran, leaping over the low wall and escaping to the other side of the alley. Leaving Fiona with her colleague's reproaches, who stood there panting, scolding her, "Why didn't you capture him? Why didn't you shoot him?" She stared in a strange silence. She seemed as if a demon had tampered with her settings and enchanted her! She wasn't alright. Perhaps because she too did not want the game between them to end. Maybe, like him, she loved this game that brought them together. But the only difference between them was that he was aware of this truth and played each round with passion to see her, while she realized it just now. Fiona stood in the middle of the alley, feeling her breath quicken and tears trying to escape her eyes. That moment was the beginning of a new chapter, one that wouldn't be written easily. Perhaps she should have shot him, perhaps she should have captured him, but a part of her knew that wouldn't have ended the story. Her colleague, dismayed by her weakness, turned away, leaving her in that dark alley. But she knew that night was just the beginning. The beginning of a bigger struggle, the beginning of a deeper understanding of herself and the emotions she carried. She looked at the low wall Andrik had leapt over, wondering if she would see him again. Perhaps, on another night, in another alley, their story would continue. But for now, all she had was the turmoil and the undeniable longing. Under the moonlight, in the city's sleeping silence, Fiona slowly left the alley, heading towards an uncertain future, leaving the story open to be written in the blood of love and enmity.

قد مضى الزمان بنا ومشى بنا حيث لاندري مشى بنا عبر سكون الدنيا وعاصفها قد كان لنا من المرارهُ نصيبً قد مُحِي من دنياي الوانها الزاهيه ولونها الزمان بما يشتهي إنه الزمان.

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I watched the waltz with growing annoyance. I never enjoyed these events, only the champagne that I was now quickly running out of. Worse yet, this was a treaty ball. Our war had ended, and it was great celebration between the kingdoms. I hated it. And by the look on his face, he hated it to. He was glaring at me from the other side of the ballroom, with those warm elm eyes I hated so. His tie was crooked and his hair already going awry with his movement. I always imagined the war would end with me putting his head on a pike, not like this. I saw his father tell him to go dance, and I rolled my eyes as he obliged, he never had a backbone outside of battle and still doesn't apparently. It was to my surprise when he waltzed up to me and held out his hand. "Care to dance, milady?" He asked in a annoyingly charming tone. "I would hate that." I said as I allowed myself to be pulled up by him, it was best practice, no matter how I despised him. He smiled at me and led us into a slow waltz. His gloved hands against mine were a nice barrier between our skin, I'd hate to actually touch him. As he pulled me in by my waist, I expected him to try to grope, it would've given me an excuse to kick him in front of everyone. But he didn't, he laid his hand on my midsection gently and continued to dance. The music was nice, it was a good distraction from his gentle smile and his soft chittering about how wonderful I looked. I had never noticed how smooth his voice could be, when all I heard from it had been screams of commands for his men to follow. I hated it, of course. He was my enemy, and forever would be. But as we danced and followed the steps, he seemed a bit more human with each quip he made. And, maybe... maybe it's not so bad, having him like this. The minutes passed by and we continued to dance to each song, together. The gloves became an annoyance to me soon enough, the noises they made against the fabric. It would be much better without them, I decided. Skin to skin is much more comfortable. And, oh, his eyes, how did I never notice their complexity before? Green and brown, the colors shifted with every glance he took around the room. His messy black hair looked quite soft, I had an absurd thought of running my hands through it. We were the last ones on the dancefloor, and we left each other after the last song. I still had his white gloves in my pocket, I made a note to return them soon. He would likely need them, and he'd smile at my in thanks with that smile that highlighted his dimples and brightened his eyes.

As the days go by, The sadness in my heart only grows. As though my life is lacking something, I try harder each time to figure out ; What is it that i’m missing so bad ? I don’t want to be around people as much, I don’t appreciate little things anymore, I can feel myself changing emotionnally, Growing into a person i don’t want to be. Someone sad, preoccupied, and anxious all the time. What’s happening to me ? Am i losing the life inside of me ? What’s stripping me away of my joy ? I used to be this girl, always happy, always funny. But now i don’t recognize this lonely, sad woman i see in my reflection. Who’s this strange lady, tired-looking, never smiling that’s staring back at me ? It’s not me. I used to think myself pretty, full of energy. Now anything annoys me, everything about me bothers me. What’s happening to me ? And who’s this regretful lady, i see in my reflection ? This weird looking person, not as confident ? That can’t be me ! She’s got those dark eyes, a face she doesn’t like, hair she hates, weight she can’t bear… Oh wait… I know this lady. She is me. M.

These Playlists have helped me so much at avoiding burnout when it comes to school- I just put one on while I work and stop when the video ends~ thank you 🤍

Nice work you're doing everytime, beautiful choice of tracks. Helps me and my cat goes to sleep without feeling so lonely!

He gazes at her dancing figure through the herd of perfumed bodies between them. They block all but her masked face and the prince's necklace. She was beautiful. 'Oh, great hero,' his mind thinks, 'If only you were on my side.' 'You are so lovely. Such a wonderful sight.' She smiles at her partner, whoever that may be. He scowls and smiles. It was time for the partner switching. 'If only you were _mine.'_

Glad to see a new video from you. Thank you, take care! And good luck everybody!

Dear helder , i feel so calm When i hear your playlist. This is a right place! "Tutto puo' ancora avere un lieto significato."

thank you very much! your playlists help me both to write my stories and to sleep, so useful, so thoughtful. I listen to them every night. Thanks you!

This channel is always such a delight. Personally, I’ve been listening to a lot of 1920s/30s jazz recently and this upload had me wondering what the more “peaceful” or “classical” music of those eras was like… it couldn’t have all been swing! Maybe I’ll look into it tomorrow and see if I can dig anything up!

Oh wow, can't wait to watch this one! Awesome that I caught it so early!

Here we stand. Waltzing our enemies into stupors, not to render them incapable of bettering us... No. We waltz with our enemy, because there will only be two types of people in the world who make us truly feel emotion at it's deepest depth. Who lead to a unstoppable drive to strive. Who show us who we truly are. They are our enemies, our true rivals, our antagonists... And our truest loves.

Seeing a lot of stories so why not make one from a book I'm writing :> I sat myself upon the chair, sighing softly as I gazed into the crowd. Some I recognized dancing with some I didn't. I shifted my gaze across the odd realm, the supposed library that had the beast of nightmares and the books of wonders, different creatures roaming through it with those of its kind and some completely different. It was all too different from my own realm of tea and balls, and yet I thrived in it. I could read without being laughed at, I could run through the room without one murmuring a rumor, I could leap onto one if the many large, floating books and no one stop me. I loved it. Just then someone cleared their throat next to me, interrupting my pleasant daydreams as I rolled my eyes until they landed in his jade green ones. "What is it Maeve?" I sighed, scanning the dragonaire before me. His long elf-like ears twitched, his lip curling as he sat next to me, pushing up his round white glasses, sighing softly "Just wanted to ask a question. This is your thing isn't it? Balls, dancing, men? Isn't this your realms kind of thing? Shouldn't you be out there-" he was interrupted as I bursted into laughter, holding my stomach as my ash brown hair bounced on my shoulders, covered by the soft blue dress I wore. Maeve blinked, confusion and light embarrassment showing across his features "Charlotte?" He asked, raising a pale hand to my shoulder that I swatted away, finally catching my breath. "I'm fine, just, wasn't expecting that of all things" I chuckled, earning a raised brow from him. He scanned my face once more before sighing and standing up "I know you're different from the people you ran from, but I still couldn't help but wonder if it'd make you more.. comfortable, in the new environment. No one did that for me when I found myself here," He explained, running a hand through his usually unruly white hair with its golden highlights, for once in a loose ponytail, straightened and down his back covered by his black on black suit. I blinked away the confusion bubbling it's way forward, instead giving a mischievous and teasing grin "Oh? You have a heart, how surprising" I teased, standing as the material if my dress fell to towards ground, it's blue and white ombre swaying at my ankles. He shifted his gaze to me, rolling his eyes though a smile took hold as he did so, turning to me and extending his hand. "Well then, Miss Grimwood, may I ask for a dance?" He purred in a dramatic bow, glancing up at me with a playful expression.

All you'd ever been told was to stay away from the wicked creatures that lurked on the other side of the wall. It's what your parents had thought you. What the servants and hand maids had warned about. What you'd been reminding yourself for the past half hour as the man before you twirled you around. But dancing there against him, his hand at you waist you couldn't help the way your eyes softened. You hated him of course, but... there was something in the sharpness of his dark eyes and the gentle way he held you. Something that rebelled against the near primal urge to bolt away from him at the first chance. So you remained in his arms, endlessly swaying and stepping to the soft sound of music. And although you were surrounded by other dancing, masqueraded, terrifying beings of his kind, it may as well have been the two of you. When he smiled at you, his sharp teeth glinted in the candle light. You vaguely wondered if you would make it out alive after tonight. Then, if it even really mattered when he was so close. And as his thumb gently graced across the fabric over your hip, the warnings of your childhood didn't seem reach to you...

ESTAS LISTAS ESTAN CARGADAS DE UNA EMOTIVIDAD ÚNICA.. GRACIAS POR TANTA BELLEZA ✨ REALMENTE LAS DISFRUTO MUCHO Y FINALMENTE LAS AMO..🎶🎶🤍😌🙌

I just found out about your wonderful playlists, and it actually helps me with my motivation on drawings and stories ! Thank you very much !

It is always very exiting relation - love-hate together.

"I've cued up my "waltzing with your hot enemy" playlist and everything!" --Jill Bearup Fantasy Heroine Series

Live, Laugh, Love Helder ❤

perfect for writing poems

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I had a dream that started out as a lightsaber battle between me and Kylo Ren, but it ended with us dancing.

The perfect song for this is "As the world falls down" by David Bowie

great music. Please put the name of songs. Gracias!

Let's dance while the moon is shining, my love. Let's hold on as long as the shadows hid our faces. Lets love, until the sun burns us alive.

Beautiful

What is the song that starts at 6:00 ?????? I love it so much ❤

The breathing is a little annoying, idk why, just wanna hear the music not someone struggling to play the piano....

Can you add timestamps.............with name of songs and time,

Babe stop what you're doing! Helder uploaded!

What’s the song list?? i love these tunes

Me gusta escuchar esta musica mientras leo los comentarios

What is the song that starts at 46:15

"You stand upon a place in which you irrevocably stole my soul and shattered my existence, and you dare to act as if it's..." my entire body shook as tears poured down my face. I could have vomited at the word that emitted from my lips, "...okay?" It was a whisper of distress. I watched as his face contorted, not in anger but in pain, and he took steps near me reaching out to me. When he grasped my shoulders I thought he would shake me, and demand sense. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, arms that hadn't cared or caressed a person in over 200 years, and he simply held me. I tried to pull away and he held me firmly to his chest, grabbing my head and leading it to his chest where I heard his heart beat for the very first time. A gasp emitted from my lips as I looked at him in a sense of horror and lingering awe. "Y-your heart..." I stumbled over my words as he let me go and I took shaky steps away from him. I was trembling more than if I had been caught in a storm. "It's..." I paused, breathing out I word I never thought I'd say to him, "beating." He walked towards me and he knelt down, coming to his knees. Holding my hand to his chest he caressed my face. "Yes. Elora. It beats..." his firewood eyes burned into mine, "for you." And in that moment I couldn't help but leap into his arms, releasing an avalanche of tears. If you enjoy this you may enjoy my works on Wattpad 😗 (shameless plug): ladygreytea1

My enemy is aloneness. Recently I’ve been forced toward it without a choice. If we could be friends that would make everything easier.

There are infinite ways to fall apart ❤

Literally use videos with scenario titles, so I can daydream while I’m at work.

What’s the very first song?

Exelente video bonita canción dé piano 😊❤

Mistletoe can be deadly when eaten..

I have no enemies

Isa and Oaklee They both went on a date had a wonderful time together and agreed to have another one some other time. They started talking on the phone, each exchanging their lives with one another. Isa began to envy the life the Oaklee was living. You see Oaklee was living a life Isa never had. Oaklee didn’t think that by sharing with Isa what he was doing day by day, it would eventually cause a hatred towards him. Oaklee began to fall for Isa, but Isa was already corrupted by envy and hatred to which did not allow for anything but toxicity. Oaklee in the eyes of Isa was an enemy. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer” was a motto Isa seemed to follow. Although Isa viewed Oaklee as an enemy he never cut ties with him completely. After their first date they continued to see each other in school. Oaklee fell harder. Isa hated longer. Isa would play mind games with Oaklee constantly. Isa always had an agenda to make Oaklee feel a type of way, and eventually a long eventually Oaklee snapped. Oaklee told Isa “I’m tired of this, I’m nothing but genuine and friendly to you and you’re mean and cold” Oaklee proceeded to tell Isa that no matter how unfortunate it would be, he no longer wanted him in his life. Oaklee had a long speeched delivered to Isa on how bad of a person he had been to him and that he no longer wanted him in his life. This snapped a realization that now he would not have Oaklee in his life, which was a very unsettling idea for Isa. Isa changed that day and no longer viewed Oaklee as an enemy but as a person who he needed to prove to that he is a good man. He viewed Oaklee as a person who made him strive to be a better person. Isa fell in love with Oaklee. Oaklee will never forget the love he created for both of them.

You see your reflection in your partner !?❤️💔✨

The story of Elena and Damon.

Есть ли книги из классической литературы подходящие под подобный сюжет?

Title made me laugh hysterically

First piece name pls!

Steppenwolf

Where's the top comment with the time stamps and names and composers of the pieces?

what is the first song? your ten songs in the Tags are not it and I am trying to learn the first one just by hearing it... its tough lol

the title is so reletable, it hurts🥲. Nice playlist tho

What is the name of the first song?!

9:54 I like this music what is the name?

Love❤

Oh how I hate her with her little smug smile and her scrunched nose, the way her eyes close when she laughs, how her cheeks are craved with dimples when she smiles, the curve of her brows, the color of her hair, how when she's nervous she tucks a strand behind her ear. Oh how I hate it when she fidgets with her dress. Oh how I hate it when she steals all the light. Oh how I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that I notice. I hate that all I see is her. I hate that I enjoy when she's angry, just because that's the only moment she speaks with me. I hate it all. But now that her hands are behind my neck and mine on her hips, how can I escape ? How can I pretend when I shiver at every breath she takes? How can I pretend that anything else matters in the world when she's in my arms ? How can I pretend ? I hate it all. But more importantly I hate how I don't hate her.

Whats the song at 18min

lets gooo

i came too early for time stamps noooo

what is the first song?

Bro, Siena Rose what?!

Please, whats the song at 9:40?

What’s the song at 38:05?

what is the song in 47:00?

anybody know the song at 17:00

A u ok?

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

To the person reading this, Good Luck! Don't stress, everything will be fine. No matter what difficulty you are facing right now, you can overcome it! You are strong and brave

《Background: Medieval, masquerade.》 You encountered them at the dancing hall. They were wearing a beautiful costume, with their face covered by a mask. You were amazed by such beauty. But as soon as they approached you, you realized, it was your lifetime enemy. They offered you a dance. You doubt that they were up to no good. However, you did not decline them. In response to your acceptance, their hand gently grabbed yours and you rested your other hand on their waist. Charming aroma stroke to your nose, dazzling. The music started playing. They led, and you followed. You danced with them once, twice, thrice, a countless time. Until the clock stroke midnight, and they had to leave. "Shall we meet again?" They whispered, as gently as the way they held you. When you were defenseless, a kiss had been marked on your cheek. "Of course. We will." They laughed comfortably, bid farewell, and disappeared in the dark. Meanwhile, their scent was still around you. "Perhaps on our next encounter, we will no longer enemies." Notes: Sorry if my English is bad. I'm not a native speaker.

YEEEEES, new playlist!! Thank you for the work done 😭💌

"seeing the light in the dark is worthless if you don't follow it"

Anybody know the song at 6:00?

Every guy I've ever known was just unmature and literally a child, listening to this makes me sure that I'll never find someone to fall in love with