The first one is the orchestral version of "Hijo de La Luna" by Mecano. The song tells the story of a gypsy woman that conjured the moon until dawn, asking to be granted a husband. In exchange, the moon asked for her first born and she agreed. Once married, she gave birth to their first son, but instead of having darker skin and olive eyes, his eyes were gray and his skin pale. When the husband saw him, he was sure the baby wasn't his, she must have been unfaithful, so he took a knife, killed her and abandoned the kid on a mountain. Now, when the kid is asleep and calm, the moon grows full, but when he cries, the moon will wane to form a cradle for him. Mecano has some beautiful songs and lyrics.
It's kinda ironic that Hijo de la Luna is in this list considering the vocal version of the song is about a woman that is murdered by her lover because he thinks she cheated on him (spoiler, she didn't)
Just come to say that I love the D.Gray-Man artwork with Lavi (and that the first song reminds me of one called "Hijo de la Luna" by Mecano, it definitely is hut without the vocals it's a different vibe)
This is uncanny. I made a dnd campain for my friends that reminds me ENTIRELY of this. I even used Wooden posing dolls for the faceless butlers and patrons, with dofferent reflections hidden around that told the story of thr mansion the characters were trapped in. I even used the Masquerade Waltz as a song in it!
Currently enjoying it! They've just met a rusting automata who was built by the count of the manor they're trapped in, and the main antagonist who's a vengeful spirit keeping a spell over the manor to make the gala last forever.
"I remember this dance." I glanced up at him as he lead me through the dance, spinning me around lightly. "Only last time, you had a knife at my navel." I snorted. "And you had a sniper trained on my head." I added as he chuckled, as if it were a pleasant memory. "Well, now that we're on the same side, it should make this dance a little easier on the both of us, don't you think?" He asked, pulling me ever closer. I looked away to avoid the red that threatened to crawl up my cheeks. "You don't actually think you can beat him, do you?" I asked, a frown pulling at the edges of my lip. The red haired male, paused in step before continuing the dance as he stared at me. "Don't worry about him." He said, picking up the pace as I nearly stumbled after him. Then he dipped me, a light smirk on his face. "Worry about me. Our bet is still going, you know." He whispered, leaning closer. My eyes widened at the reminder and I turned my head just barely avoiding the kiss as his lips pecked my cheek. "Better luck next time, Champ." I muttered as he brought me back to my feet. But he was smiling. "There's my girl." 'Tch!' I looked away again. This man would be the death of me yet.
@@sanraaay I started at the beginning of the video and followed the flow of the music as I listened and wrote. It was inspiring from beginning to finish really.
@@WhiteSilverDemon it's just a little blurb I wrote. But I've been doing a bunch of these on Playlist videos. So I've been thinking about meshing a couple of blurbs together in a story. This one, I might tie to another blurb I wrote before hand about a mafia boss. But, nothings set in stone.
"Would you dance with me to save your kingdom?" the villain asked, offering his hand. "A dance it's a small price for my attention" the princess replied. "What will you offer me for my affection?" "What do you desire the most in this ephemeral world?" "Power" she replied. "Immortality" she continued. "Love". "Love and power don't usually meddle together." "And you're so sure about that?" The villain smiled as the music began and they took their place on the dance floor. Soon all the eyes in the room were on them and their strange bargain. "Love should be selfless, while power comes from selfishness" he replied. "When you have power you have a chance to protect those who you love. Love by itself is a fool's errand, it is beautiful but fragile, too fragile for the world we live in." "So will you choose power?" "I will choose to have the power to love and be loved in return, I will choose to be able to protect what I hold dear." "Then, my dear. I think you would be an amazing villainess."
00:01 Hijio de la Luna - Mecano 2:56 Magic Music Box - Jojo Comps 5:12 Khachaturian: Masquerade - Ballet Suite - 1. Waltz - Stanley Black 9:20 Emotional waltz - Rafael Krux 11:32 Merry Go Round of Life (From Howl's Moving Castle Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Grissini Project
@@Amanda-vl4ky Originaly they are from the books Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom. The show did wonderful job, but in the books their relationship is much more understandable and better written.
The ballroom was bustling with activity, as the sound of violins and trumpets filled the air. Among the crowd stood two figures, glaring at each other with a deep-seated hatred. "Mr. Harker," said the woman, her voice icy, "I cannot believe that you have the audacity to be here." "Miss Mina," Harker replied, his tone just as cold, "I am simply fulfilling my obligation as a guest." The tension between them was palpable, but as the music started, they found themselves swept up in the waltz. They moved with grace and precision, their bodies flowing in perfect unison. As they danced, their expressions softened, and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. In that moment, they both felt something they had never felt before - a glimmer of attraction. "I must admit, Miss Mina, you dance quite well," Harker said, breaking the silence. "As do you, Mr. Harker," Mina replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. As the dance came to an end, they found themselves drawn to each other, their hands lingering a moment longer than necessary. "It seems we make quite the pair on the dance floor," Harker said, a small smile on his lips. "I suppose we do," Mina replied, her eyes sparkling with something that Harker couldn't quite identify. Over the course of the evening, they found themselves drawn to each other again and again. They talked, they laughed, and they danced. By the end of the night, they had forgotten their animosity and found themselves wanting more.
He gazed at her from across the ballroom, taking in her bustling red dress, her skirts flowing from her waist as if they were petals from the queen's roses. -How pretentious- He thought. Only a spoiled rich girl would steal the room with just her looks. The rest of the dancers paled in comparison to her. Oh, and she knew it. God, she had to know it with that smile on her face. And she had just implied that he was the arrogant one in their conversation just an hour ago. How dare she? The hypocrite. "I can't tell if you're in love with her, or you want to kill her." He looked at his father with a startled expression. "What are you talking about?" "That girl. The one you've been staring at since she spoke with you. If you're trying to get her attention, glaring at her isn't going to do it." His father laughed softly. "I'm not in love with her. Far from it." He adjusted himself in his seat, uncomfortable with the implication. His father raised an eyebrow in doubt and sighed. "Get out there and have fun, boy. You are young. Enjoy it while it lasts. You can't stay locked in the house with your nose in your books, remembering the bad things that have happened to us." "But you can? That doesn't seem the least bit fair, does it? I'll live the way I want. There's nothing to enjoy here." "Get up. I'm ordering you to do it as your father. Regardless of whether you like that girl or hate her, you still have to apologize to her for your rude comments. I will not have my son insult other respectable families." He frowned even further, but resigned and used his cane to help him stand. "Fine, I will. But she insulted me first. And watch her humiliate me more once she finds out I'm a cripple. That's why I hide in the house." His father gestured for him to move forward, implying that he wouldn't hear any more of his son's self-pity. He looked away from his father and focused his eyes on the girl once more. She was away from her friends now, leaning against the wall with a fan over her mouth. He was surprised to see that she was looking back at him. Once their eyes met, she quickly looked in another direction. -Doesn't seem to have manners either.- He approached her, being sure to avoid the dance floor and dodging those walking through the crowd. He met her by her side, giving her a glance before watching the dancers begin a waltz. She continued to wave her fan, giving him no indication that she noticed his presence until she spoke. "Have you come back for another round, sir?" His grip tightened on the top of the cane, his body tensing in annoyance. "No, though I'm sure you would very much like that so you could redeem yourself from your subpar insults." She made a 'hmm' sound while she looked at him with a strained, closed smile. "So then what have you come here to bother me for?" She shut her fan. "I came-" He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes slightly. "To...apologize." "what?" She blinked. "I apologize." He repeated, though still reluctantly. "It was rude of me to comment on your choice of friends, your mediocre upbringing, and your pompous outfit." "Your apology still somehow sounds offensive." "What can I do to make you accept my apology so we can go our separate ways and we can never see each other again!" He threw an arm up in exasperation. "Will you do anything?" She gave a smirk. "Anything " "Very well then." She hummed in thought and looked around the room, her eyes landing on someone who was possibly her own father. At least that's what he assumed after he had followed her eyes. "Dance with me." She finally said. "Dance- with you? That's what you want?" He let out an amused laugh. "Do it or else I'll make a huge scene and claim that you were making fun of me even more. And then I'll follow you for the rest of your life just to torture you." She frowned and looked back at him. He looked at the ground in consideration. -It's only one dance. It couldn't hurt. Besides, she isn't all that bad looking... no, no! You fool! Your leg! You'd fall flat on your face before you even reach the floor! What are you think- -- He was quickly dragged out of his thoughts as she pulled him to her, forcing his hand on her waist and putting her own hand on his shoulder. "What do you think you're doing!?" He whispered in a panic, not understanding what was happening. "Getting into a waltz position, obviously. I'm not waiting for you to make up your mind." "Well I say no!" He tried to let her go, but her grip was frighteningly strong, and she only pulled him closer. He hated how his face began to grow warm. "I need you to do this. Please." Despite her threatening position and the fact he was trapped, her eyes still softened and her voice changed to a pleading tone. "I need my father off my back. He found out about my boyfriend being a fisherman's son, and he threatened that if I didn't show interest in someone more like us, then he would force me into an arranged marriage." He stared at her for a moment. -She has a boyfriend... ...what do I care? Why did I even think of that first?- "So, what? You want me to pretend to like you or something?" "No! Well- sort of. Just for tonight. I want to have fun. I want to forget about what happened. Help me out so I don't have to put up with my father for the next few days. I promise I won't bother you any more after that." "...I still have to say no." "Why!?" "Are you blind or something? Because I can't dance!" He raised his voice in annoyance and gestured to his leg and cane. She let go of him and looked to where he pointed. Maybe she really hadn't noticed with the look of confusion on her face. "Hmm...I see. Well then you'll just have to put your foot on mine." "What-" She smiled at him warmly and pulled him back towards her. "Set your cane down and put your foot on mine. We can still dance. It doesn't bother me. I'll guide you." That wasn't quite the reaction he expected from her. Was this pity? A joke perhaps? Or did she genuinely not mind? He thought his father was the only one dumb enough to try and ignore the glaring problem of his. Well...regardless. He did miss dancing. He sighed and shuffled his foot, carefully putting it on hers. He made sure all his weight was shifted onto his good leg, so that she felt little pain. "This feels highly ridiculous and inappropriate." "Who cares? We already made some nasty comments that no doubt everyone around us heard. We are pariahs tonight, my dear." She began to follow along with the music, moving slowly for him so he could keep up. He felt like everyone was staring at them, but he would rather raise his head high than give everyone the satisfaction of embarrassing him. She smiled and let out a small laugh as they danced, being sure to look directly at him. He could only think of how brave she was. No, maybe not brave. She was still spoiled and pretentious. She only seemed brave because she never truly had to care what people thought of her. "Smile a bit. You're supposed to pretend to be interested in me." She whispered. "But I'm not." "No, kidding. Just relax then." He sighed and took a deep breath, focusing on the music and allowing her to take control. He slowly got more comfortable, moving more fluidly and even removing his foot from hers, although that rendered him slightly more immobile so he could balance a bit easier. But he twirled her and kept his hands glued to her, feeling something like electricity run through him every time she looked at him. For a moment, he seemed to forget everything that happened the past year. No dead mother, no crippling illness, no grieving father, no emptiness. For a moment...he just pretended that he was a happy young boy, dancing with the girl he could learn to love.
@@JustACryptid sir/ mam are you kidding this is amazing!! In so few words you built 2 characters and gave them so much context that I feel like I know them already. I can't believe this only had 4 likes before me, it is one of the best stories in this comment section.
This is soooo beautiful ! I don't even know much of these characters and I'm already attached to them ! You perfectly established their respective personalities and portrayed a very good chemistry between the two. You definitely won over this comment section
Two years, and the cat and mouse were finally close enough to kill each other again. This time, the alleyways gave way to a gala, cheap glass bottles to champagne, and combat to - "You're doing it again." Anya turned back to her partner, still in step. She smirked. "I'm still keeping time," she retorted kindly. Jayden smiled and spun her. He let her violet-blue dress flare for a moment before pulling her closer. Nowhere else to look, Anya stared into Jayden's eyes. Those hazel eyes, previously the emerald of his shirt, melted into the deep blue of her blouse. It was strange to see this side of him, gentle and kind, when she knew exactly who he was. She knew the hands that held her close and delicate snapped men's necks - hers almost included. The feet that guided her step were powerful enough to break the ribs of a bodybuilder. And the gentle eyes that stared into her own held no remorse in his work. Then, when he turned away, the thief couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Did I make you uncomfortable, schoolboy?" she teased. Jayden turned back to the chestnut eyes that shone humorously into his. He kept them in step with the rest of the dancers. "I'll bury you tomorrow," he remarked, but the malice was lacking. The thief laughed and rested her head against his shoulder for a moment, enjoying his twitch before the next twirl. "Then who else would you dance with?" she asked with a lovely smile. "I'm sure there are other girls around," the hitman reasoned. It sounded like an excuse. Anya smiled gently as Jayden brought her close and rested her head back on his shoulder. This time, the hitman feebly pulled back only to relent a split moment later. "I'll leave you a gift for next time," she promised quietly. Two years, and the cat and mouse were finally close enough to kill each other again. This time, the cat didn't feel like striking the mouse down, and she'd never let him hear the end of it, for better or worse.
A play of swords, blades clashing together as one blow is trade with another. Their movement intertwine almost as if it were a dance. Slowly wearing each other down and watching the exhaustion creep into the others expression. His rapier knocked to the ground it skid across the floor, the hero staring in horror as the villain stood over him, HE HAD WON. But he didn’t come any closer, no, he simply let out a deep sigh it was almost a growl, before lowering his sword an returning it to his scabbard? With one last look at are hero he left the corridor, disappearing into the inky black outside. The hero sat stunned, what did he just see? a light of curiosity flickered behind his eyes, did the selfish, cynical, egomaniac just- just spare me? Standing up on the shaky legs, he had decided. “I half to follow him.”
Unreal that I've been looking out for Hijo de la Luna (orchestral version) for a while after listening to it on some vague compilation album - only for YT to accidentally recommend it to me.
"A dance? With you?" "They're watching us, if you don't try to bland in they will be suspicious" "Yes, but two men dancing?! Are you out of your mind theyll be even more suspicious!" "Fine then, ill just drag you myself" "Wait what- hey! Stop it-" "Keep your voice down," "But-" "Shhhh~ uh ah uh, no butts~"
Then I was child my parents started dancing historical dances. I was grown in vibes of 19 century. I often dance and go to balls. Many of these songs are the same once we dance to. I love it! I love these vibes and dances of 19 and 20 centures
Here's the story I wrote for this because this has inspired me. (Song one) "Why are you here?" I asked in an aggressive tone "For the same reason you are, my love." The man replied with a smug look "Cut the act! I know what you are doing." I snapped He recoiled and stared at me for a good moment. Then he gathered himself "Why.. I shall never deceive you. Not again at least." He said walking to me and pulling my chin to look him in the eyes (Song 2) "I'm not afraid to do what I have to do, Marco." I said pulling away trying to hide my hurt face. But it was too late. "What's wrong darling?" He asked "Nothing. Leave me be. I have a mission to complete." I muttered, turning to walk away. He wouldn't let me go that easily however. "Might a dance lighten the mood?" He said grabbing me and pulling me close. I tried to get away but he wouldn't let me. He looked to the orchestra and nodded (Song 3) I heard the start of one of my favorite waltzes. He started leading me in the dance. No matter how much I wanted to get away, I couldn't. It was like I was in a trance. We danced, and we danced. He had learned the moves perfectly. It was exactly how I had described years earlier. I held back tears. He kept going. Everyone was watching us, but I didn't care. This was the moment I had dreamed of. The one I had waited for. I couldn't help but be enchanted by the moment. I should leave. But.. This dance, this song. It was everything I had dreamed of. Everything. Word's can't even begin to describe how I felt in that moment. "Oh, Rin.. How I missed this when you were gone." He at last said looking down at me as the song ended (Song 4) "How do you feel?" I did not answer. I was still in a daze. In awe of what had happened. "This.. Is the best moment I'll ever have in my life" I managed to say He smiled down at me. However, his eyes told of a sort of sadness "I'm afraid I have to depart my love. For good this time." He said moving some of my hair behind my ear He turned to walk away "Marco! Wait!" I called after him "Please! Don't go!" It was no use though. He turned to look back at me and smiled. His eyes tainted with tears. I grabbed my dress and ran after him as fast as I could. But, in his usual fashion, he disappeared as quickly as he had once appeared behind me. I looked frantically around, hoping to see any trace of him. Anything I could use to find him. There was nothing. I longed to find him. To continue that dance for the rest of time. Together. I wished to see him one last time. I couldn't bare going back inside. The mission that was once so important to me was all for the sake of ruining him. But now, I could not bare to complete it. (Song 5) I walked home, stopping by his residence on the way to see if he was there. He was not. So I continued my way home. I longed to see his face. His smile. Hear his words. Speak to him. When I got home, I saw a photo of the two of us on the dresser. I picked it up and stared at it, trying to suppress my tears. I failed. While weeping on the ground, clutching the photo, I thought I heard his voice say one last thing. "Do not cry my darling. Everything will be all right.."
Her Vibrant blonde hair brought color in the plain ball room, her green eyes made the stars feel dim, but her smile hypnotized all that surrounded her. Whether she was a venomous snake or a lost dove, no one but I knew. I've known Madam Aster since the first moon. We've never gotten along. Like oil and water we simply never mixed well. But, for an odd reason here I am found in a...pickle. As the orchestra played and the people of this kingdom danced as if they were in a corigraghed ballet; me, the son of the moon as some may call me; and Aster, the daughter of the sun; are found waltzing at the middle of the ballroom. All I could do was glare at her wicked eyes as our feet moved in harmony. "Would you look at that, the knights accidently let in a snake in the ballroom," I snared, with a passive aggressive grin "Haha, you have always been the joker Misuer Hecate," Aster stood on her toes to meet my eyes. Her emerald eyes peirced me like a knife. "I am my father's son after all, isn't that right?" I couldn't help but glance to the far left near the balcony. My father was surrounded by women again. I accidentally let out a sigh as I looked back at Aster. It's strange though, her usual venomous glare seemed a little...sweeter? No, I must be getting drowsy it is 10 in the afternoon after all. "Hm, I don't know," Aster stopped dancing and looked at me strangely, "I think you take after your mother more." "Are you okay Aster? Are you feeling ill? You're usually not this kind," I quickly got closer to her to check her temperature. Asters face went red, and her eyes widened as soon as I touched her. She must have been awfully sick because her cold glare was gone. All that remained was the eyes of an injured bird. "I'll escort you to the break room. You don't look well Aster," I whispered in worry. Don't mistake me though she is still a snake...just one in need I suppose. "No no, thank for the offer but I'll be alright just got a little hot I suppose," Aster said this in confidence but I was still hesitant, "Don't you worry about me Misuer. Shall we continue the dance?" This is not the first time a lady of fine standing has asked for my hand in a dance but this time I felt sick. But, this isn't the flu rather as if there were butterflies flying in my stomach. Her sky blue gown truly made her eyes seem like stars in an unknown galaxy, and her smile...NO! I must stop this foolishness. I'm getting hypnotized just like all the others. I attempted to make a sarcastic remark but for some reason my body took over me. I took her hand and we began to dance. "It's strange. For some reason it's almost as if I wish to be hypnotized by your smile," I whispered under my breath in confusion. "Hypnotize? Haha that's a new one, you know most people simply call me a shining star that they can't stop adoring," Aster said coldly as we waltzed. "I guess you do look like a star. Almost, you just need to smile a little brighter and you'll have the power to blind me." This time my remark had less sarcasm. "You'd think that being called a shinning star would make you happy, but it's a fresh relief to have someone see you as you. Not your looks." Aster's cold, fake smile warmed up as she spoke. My butterflies got worse. For some reason my eyes couldn't look away from her. Not like hypnotizim, rather a magnet drawn towards my polor opposite. Sorry I couldn't finish. I just ran out of time lol
POV: I stared up at this man I had crashed into. Count Draven: a man who was downright annoying at best, and unbearable at worst. “I’m just saying,” he begins, “You ought to be more careful.” “Although your concern is appreciated, it is unwarranted, as I am perfectly alright,” I reply, my tone cold. “Perhaps I should dance with you, to ensure that your clumsiness does not impact the other attendants of the ball,” he says, stretching his hand toward me. I glance up at him, with his raven black hair framing his face incredibly well. His eyes locked with my own, and I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets they might have hidden. Well…he was quite dashing, and it’s rude to decline an offer to dance. I suppose there were worst partners in the world. “Alright,” I say, taking his warm hand. I feel my cheeks burn as the violins begin the next song. The count spins me around, and I soon find myself following his lead as we twirl about the dance floor. I listen as the melody quickens, as does he. “I’ll admit,” he states as the next song starts, “I wasn’t expecting you to be such a fantastic dancer.” I feel my cheeks warm at the compliment. “I suppose I could say the same to you.” He chuckles, a sound that reminds me of the sweet melody playing in the background. Suddenly, the song stops playing, and the end of the night is among us. “It has been a pleasure having you as my partner,” Count Draven states with a bow. My hand feels cold at the loss of his warmth, and I feel a twang of sadness within me. “I shall admit, my lord, you are quite the dancer. It has been a great night spent dancing with you. Perhaps we could continue this dance at the next ball?” I ask with a small curtsy. I glance up to see his cheeks the color of a tomato, and let out a small gasp. “My lord,” I start in a mocking tone, “are you ill? You appear to be quite red.” “Oh, quiet down,” the count says, rolling his eyes. “I couldn’t be happier to dance with you again.”
oh my goodness when i heard the first music playing i just got reminded of that one mlp animation from the original song a long time ago and being addicted listening to it
Wow this is great music and love how this flow of all aspects of truth and enrgy filled up liek bad and good together pain and joy dancing as real feelings soulful and spirituality in harmony as a tool for learning how death is apart of life that hits you in way that can't be said by words but through this process now
Lightened by his soft look, charmed by his rasberry lips, and mesmerized by his graceful gaze and his long chocolate brown hair I presumed he put his animosity aside for this one night Grabbing me by my waist and twirling me around as if I'm his He said "Only for tonight" but for a thousand nights I would give my whole life.. Watching him stare at me, my face lengthened as if I had seen a ghost His lips attracting me like magnets as if mines were metal His ocean-like eyes captivating me as if I were fish in his sea I wanted to be part of him.. Like a siren, he seduces me, he lures me.. When he leans closer, my defenses collapse My walls destroyed, clatter. afraid of what could might have been, I concentrate on what I desire to have been Dancing the night away, facing the bright moon, it was as if the moon was as full as I was
"You wanted to put an end to it didn't you?" he said calm and quiet, almost whispering, standing behind me with a knife to my neck - showing me my failure as I'm still trying to catch my breath from the fight. "you can help me and I can help you" he continued, "There for, don't you think it's best to put our weapons away and make a civilized conversation?" He said with his knife still motionless, waiting for me to respond. Why... he always knows more than i do? always ahead.. Why can he turn my every move into a fail so easily, pushing me down the stairs i built and learned to climb on myself over and over again? Am I that bad? Or is he just better?.. If he wanted to kill me.. he would have long time ago... and "not like i have anything to lose -" I said as I turn around throwing my dagger aside while his knife moves away to my response leaving just a small scratch. I lean forward looking up into his eyes now out of curiosity. The smirking and golden like a cup of tea eyes that light bounced off of were now locked into mine running thousands of thoughts and thousands of question behind them.. "what is your plan?" I say without knowing what i brought myself into by agreeing so carelessly.. "you already took everything from me long time ago" I continued holding a straight stare into his eyes, trying to find the reason to my sudden shift in thoughts. why do I want to trust you? The poison I'll get from this seems lethal, but I still follow like a coward that realized his weakness.. Maybe I just got tired of running, of fighting but losing over and over again. Maybe i wanted to escape the drowning feeling I tasted all this time without a single drop of luck or success on my tounge. Maybe i finally wanted to be free of my past, of the revenge chains I wore as my only purpose and goal.. What is it that draws me to you even after all I've been through.. was I being manipulated all this time? Probably I was, but i.. don't think I care. I want someone on my side - I *need* someone on my side, one person, at leat one- I thought to myself as I felt my eyes suddenly filling with tears forcing me to break the eye contact and hide from his eyes and thoughts like a weak little mouse, now feeling trapped by the stare which i started myself.. My life is a mess, a lonely road I chose, a revenge I was seeking but lost the reason and the anger to long time ago, now looking for a new feeling- a warm one - ones support and care.. He may very well be my best and only chance in a world like this... "Seems like.. I won at the end. exactly as I promised you." he said coldly but calmly, noticing my tears. like he enjoyed seeing me fail once again. I didn't care of the pain I felt from his words, seemd like my mind was completely elsewhere.. Seemed like every single word he said that would have usually hurt me, didn't. I seemed broken enough to just not care. I got carried away.. a lot.. the video ended while i wrote so my mind shifted to the depressed part of me.. Tho still decided to post it.. Compare to others i don't have a large vocabulary and English is my third language but it still was kinda fun to express myself in the best way i could playing with my words i do know, like i was building a real story to share.. a real feeling to transfer to the readers.. don't know if i succeeded but even if not, at the very least, for me it was a fun new experience, and i thank this video for that a lot😌🙂 Have a nice day and thank you for reading this far❤🙂
@@crystal7605 thank you😊 I wrote the comment a month ago and rereading it made me add some slight improvements to make it more flowing, so you can check it out🙂 Still not as good as some other comments I remember reading here but I at least tried, and i'm happy that someone liked it🥰
"A black dress? Seems like we are not in our wedding." Orville whisper to his lover. "It is because we are at a funeral, my love." Madeleine calmly responded. "Might be since your freedom dies today?" "Actually you will be the one death, your secret mass murdering will end just as your life will; soon you will find out what am I talking about." The archduke only shows a slight smile, only visible to the honey colored eyes of Madeleine. "I still can't resist to that will you have, you drive me crazy in a way only torture can do, but I still need to take you out of my way."
It had been a nearly five minute long waltz, heavens, anyone would have forgiven him such a juvenile blunder. A battle of wits and insults could only go on for so long, of course! This woman, loathsome as she may be, had him completely knelt before her. “You have beautiful eyes-“ His mouth betrayed him. They froze together whilst the orchestra of dancers seemed to fade around them like the final notes on a music box. “You… I- how-“ Her words failed as soon as they touched her lips. Seemingly, from out of a rather prejudiced fog, his form entranced her. How had he, with one imbecile quote, sent her mind reeling with visions she would have never approved in a sound state of mind. “It would seem, my lady, I have been bested. Forgive me.” His hands relinquished her waist and fingertips as he bowed. His attempted escape only encouraged her visions more. “Boy.” A sudden wave of confidence enthralled both of them as soon as the word left her lips. “This waltz is yet to end.” He was trapped, for until death, till they may once again be parted.
"Care to dance?" A brunette man said as he held his hand to a red-headed lady. She then lets out a soft scoff while looking away but then takes his hand softly, as he leads her into a waltz "Why are you here Damon?" She asks him, as he smirks "I was invited as a guest since the host of this party knows me" He says, as the red-headed lady rolls her eyes "Of course he does" She says coldly, as she continues to dance with him, while he then slowly dips her down "You know this will be more fun with a knife against your throat~" He said, as the lady he was dancing with scoffs again, as she tries to walk away from him, as he then grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him, while he now spins her "I was only joking Clara relax~" He said, as he makes her lean up against him, as she rolls her eyes once more "Not a funny joke Damon" She said, as she picks up their pace, while he smirks "Temper temper~" He said, as he spun her again "Oh please you like it Damon, don't deny it" She said, as he then chuckles while leaning down in front of her ear, as he then whispers into it "And what if I do, gonna stop me?~" He said, as her face was now a soft red color "I'm not going to stop you," she said, as he dipped her down once again, while now looking into her eyes "Good~," He said, as she looks away a bit flustered now, as the music stops while they stop dancing, as well, as they continue to look into each other's eyes, while they felt something different other than hate towards each other, as they then shared a small passionate kiss while they look back at each other, now smiling at one another "You're cute when you're flustered," Damon said, as Clara looks away while her face grew even more red "Hush" She said, as they laughed together while spending the rest of their night sharing drinks and talking to one another.
Eu, escritora, passando meu tempo lendo as maravilhosas histórias que as pessoas deixaram nos comentários, sendo que quem deveria estar escrevendo era eu.
It was a beautiful night, all ruined by her smug face from across the ball room. They both knew Celestena was way more in her element of the two. Millicent still took the time to swear the woman up and down in her head. Why can SHE talk her way out of anything, blend in flawlessly to any environment... her stupid sleek dress and masquerade mask that framed her face too well... ... stupid Celestena. But, the two also knew that of them, Millicent could get in and out faster even in this suit that was too tight for any normal person to want to wear, Millicent could sneak into the vault below the ballroom, get the gemstone, and flee before Celestena could even see her. That was why the masquerade was perfect, no one should have been able to recognize eachother, no one would know that the city's two best thieves were there. So it was truly truly strange that the two women recognized only eachother. Before Millicent could think an excuse why she'd avoid this seemingly random person she didn't know to tell anyone who might suspect, Celestena made her way over, trapping Millicent by extending her arm to put her glass on the table she was standing at. "Hello there," Celestena smirked, if Millicent didn't know who she was, she wouldn't have been able to tell her apart from any other of the high society people at the masquerade. "What's a shy thing like you doing here?" Millicent knew who Celestena was, vice versa, and they also both knew that the other person knew. Millicent put on a smile, much less suave than Celestena's. "Why... I've come to enjoy myself at the dance. I've never been to one before." Crap. "You've never been to one before?" Celestena raised her eyebrow, hooking one of Millicent's arms onto hers. "Then why, come to the dance floor with me." Millicent swore under her breath. Not knowing how to refuse without giving herself away. She should have researched more... but she was never supposed to get roped in by her RIVAL. Celestena notices the way Millicent's feet plant to the ground. She gives the other thief a playful look, teasing. "Oh come on love, you know how to dance, don't you?" Millicent chuckles awkwardly, letting Celestena pull her to the dance floor. No she didn't know how to dance. "Of course I can dance, I just... didn't know how to ask anyone to. I'll do a quick dance, see if I like it, you know?" Celestena hummed, looking down on Millicent with a knowing expression. She pulled her close, putting a hand on her waist and guiding the thief across the dance floor. Millicent was trapped. Both by not knowing how to stop dancing without raising alarms... and my how fast her heart beat being close to the other woman. She felt sick, her face was too hot and her stomach turned. She needed to get away from Celestena before this masquerade was over... otherwise neither of them would get that gem. The look in Celestena's eyes... she knew she was losing this either way, she was just dragging down Millicent with her. The violins and the pianos and the quick feet and steps Millicent didn't know... right at the side of the woman she hated the most... it was going to be a long night.
Karakter utama bernama Camelia caelis,hanya seorang gadis desa yang akan menjadi tumbal di desa nya. Karakter penjahat bernama Alexander Jill Lecter seorang laki laki antah berantah yang di katakan sebagai iblis. Angin menerpa muka ku,wangi laut menusuk paru paru,ku lihat pemandangan di mana semua orang melihat ku dengan tatapan penuh harapan,ah aku ingat sekarang. Hari ini ritual penumbalan,aku… akan di tumbalkan,apa dengan begini semua orang akan bahagia? Jika bisa aku ingin mengakhiri kegilaan ini,menghentikan penumbalan. “Aku senang,antarkan aku ke tuan muda,dia pasti lelah menunggu kan? Ayo!” ucap ku kepada pelayan yang akan mengantarkan ku.”baiklah segera”… Tiba tiba saja saat pelayan itu selesai ngomong,suasana 😅menjadi sangat sunyi,bahkan menjadi sangat gelap,hanya ada kegelapan yang menyelimuti ku saat ini. Lalu terdengar suara laki laki,begitu berat dan mengerikan,siapapun yang mendengar nya akan tau kalo laki laki ini iblish yang kejam
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Этот канал на русском языке ;)
Who did the art?
@@prettylittlesnake5284 Asen Liy
Alright... since you said please
What's the name of the last song?
you have Cale profile pic, i like u already
That first song is an orchestral version of "Hijo de la Luna" if anyone ever wanted a vocal version.
Thank you so much im
Amo esa canción :D
thank you ♡
I was shooketh when Hijo de la luna started playing haha who did this orchestral version?
Iy came from TikTok that's all I know 😭
The first one is the orchestral version of "Hijo de La Luna" by Mecano.
The song tells the story of a gypsy woman that conjured the moon until dawn, asking to be granted a husband. In exchange, the moon asked for her first born and she agreed. Once married, she gave birth to their first son, but instead of having darker skin and olive eyes, his eyes were gray and his skin pale. When the husband saw him, he was sure the baby wasn't his, she must have been unfaithful, so he took a knife, killed her and abandoned the kid on a mountain. Now, when the kid is asleep and calm, the moon grows full, but when he cries, the moon will wane to form a cradle for him.
Mecano has some beautiful songs and lyrics.
Fascinating
That is such a beautiful story
@@maigibbs2009 tragically beautiful
thats so cool
It's kinda ironic that Hijo de la Luna is in this list considering the vocal version of the song is about a woman that is murdered by her lover because he thinks she cheated on him (spoiler, she didn't)
Also talk about albinos
Just come to say that I love the D.Gray-Man artwork with Lavi (and that the first song reminds me of one called "Hijo de la Luna" by Mecano, it definitely is hut without the vocals it's a different vibe)
Im glad someone also caught it was Lavi!! Was just about to comment for him, love that boy and dgm 😭
Thank you for mentioning who the art was of!! Do you happen to know the artist
@@PichuElric Asen Liy "My 49th name", you can find the art in artstation
It's literally an arrangement of Hijo de la Luna 😅
Seems like I'm not the only one
Love it when a good playlist inspires a DnD campaign
Yesssa
This is uncanny. I made a dnd campain for my friends that reminds me ENTIRELY of this.
I even used Wooden posing dolls for the faceless butlers and patrons, with dofferent reflections hidden around that told the story of thr mansion the characters were trapped in.
I even used the Masquerade Waltz as a song in it!
Did they enjoy it?
Unusual, this idea is very interesting
Currently enjoying it!
They've just met a rusting automata who was built by the count of the manor they're trapped in, and the main antagonist who's a vengeful spirit keeping a spell over the manor to make the gala last forever.
Thank you thank you very much!
@@berylanisoptera6727 very cool!
"I remember this dance."
I glanced up at him as he lead me through the dance, spinning me around lightly.
"Only last time, you had a knife at my navel."
I snorted. "And you had a sniper trained on my head." I added as he chuckled, as if it were a pleasant memory.
"Well, now that we're on the same side, it should make this dance a little easier on the both of us, don't you think?" He asked, pulling me ever closer.
I looked away to avoid the red that threatened to crawl up my cheeks.
"You don't actually think you can beat him, do you?" I asked, a frown pulling at the edges of my lip.
The red haired male, paused in step before continuing the dance as he stared at me.
"Don't worry about him." He said, picking up the pace as I nearly stumbled after him. Then he dipped me, a light smirk on his face. "Worry about me. Our bet is still going, you know." He whispered, leaning closer.
My eyes widened at the reminder and I turned my head just barely avoiding the kiss as his lips pecked my cheek.
"Better luck next time, Champ." I muttered as he brought me back to my feet. But he was smiling.
"There's my girl."
'Tch!' I looked away again. This man would be the death of me yet.
OMG this is so cool!!!
Can you say please, by which songs you were inspired?
@@sanraaay I started at the beginning of the video and followed the flow of the music as I listened and wrote. It was inspiring from beginning to finish really.
That he’s red haired makes it even better in my opinion
@kixque5430 Is this a fragment or part of a longer story? Because really, it's good.
@@WhiteSilverDemon it's just a little blurb I wrote. But I've been doing a bunch of these on Playlist videos. So I've been thinking about meshing a couple of blurbs together in a story. This one, I might tie to another blurb I wrote before hand about a mafia boss. But, nothings set in stone.
"Would you dance with me to save your kingdom?" the villain asked, offering his hand.
"A dance it's a small price for my attention" the princess replied. "What will you offer me for my affection?"
"What do you desire the most in this ephemeral world?"
"Power" she replied. "Immortality" she continued. "Love".
"Love and power don't usually meddle together."
"And you're so sure about that?"
The villain smiled as the music began and they took their place on the dance floor. Soon all the eyes in the room were on them and their strange bargain.
"Love should be selfless, while power comes from selfishness" he replied.
"When you have power you have a chance to protect those who you love. Love by itself is a fool's errand, it is beautiful but fragile, too fragile for the world we live in."
"So will you choose power?"
"I will choose to have the power to love and be loved in return, I will choose to be able to protect what I hold dear."
"Then, my dear. I think you would be an amazing villainess."
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That fact that it starts with an instrumental version of Hijio de la Luna makes me love it already
00:01 Hijio de la Luna - Mecano
2:56 Magic Music Box - Jojo Comps
5:12 Khachaturian: Masquerade - Ballet Suite - 1. Waltz - Stanley Black
9:20 Emotional waltz - Rafael Krux
11:32 Merry Go Round of Life (From Howl's Moving Castle Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Grissini Project
I would die for you.
Many thanks, blessed being.
You dropped this 👑
Nina and Mathias. just they
Ummm can I ask the sauce? I'm curious :)
@@Atsury_is_better_than_you They are from shadow and bone
@@Amanda-vl4ky thank youuuuuu ~
@@Amanda-vl4ky Originaly they are from the books Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom. The show did wonderful job, but in the books their relationship is much more understandable and better written.
Omg yeeeeees
This playlist is heaven to listen to during a thunderstorm. Makes it extra dramatic and sweeping
Amazing play list.
I like how Lavi from D. Gray-Man is in the background
D. Gray man x Merry go round of life is the best combination, proove me wrong
The ballroom was bustling with activity, as the sound of violins and trumpets filled the air. Among the crowd stood two figures, glaring at each other with a deep-seated hatred.
"Mr. Harker," said the woman, her voice icy, "I cannot believe that you have the audacity to be here."
"Miss Mina," Harker replied, his tone just as cold, "I am simply fulfilling my obligation as a guest."
The tension between them was palpable, but as the music started, they found themselves swept up in the waltz. They moved with grace and precision, their bodies flowing in perfect unison.
As they danced, their expressions softened, and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. In that moment, they both felt something they had never felt before - a glimmer of attraction.
"I must admit, Miss Mina, you dance quite well," Harker said, breaking the silence.
"As do you, Mr. Harker," Mina replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
As the dance came to an end, they found themselves drawn to each other, their hands lingering a moment longer than necessary.
"It seems we make quite the pair on the dance floor," Harker said, a small smile on his lips.
"I suppose we do," Mina replied, her eyes sparkling with something that Harker couldn't quite identify.
Over the course of the evening, they found themselves drawn to each other again and again. They talked, they laughed, and they danced. By the end of the night, they had forgotten their animosity and found themselves wanting more.
Oh, this one might be my favourite. Do you have a Wattpad or somewhere's I can read more?
Sounds familiar hm
Jonathan Harker and Mina Murray from the book "Dracula"?
me entering to hear mediavals songs*
HIJO DE LA LUNA in the background
Me: cuenta la leyendaaaa
out of all songs, never expected this playlist to start with hijo de la luna
You have my like for that Hijo de la Luna ver, but the whole mood is just a masterpiece!
Dios, es que “Hijo de la luna” es una canción simplemente fascinante, la historia, la instrumental y la voz 😭🤍
He gazed at her from across the ballroom, taking in her bustling red dress, her skirts flowing from her waist as if they were petals from the queen's roses.
-How pretentious- He thought.
Only a spoiled rich girl would steal the room with just her looks. The rest of the dancers paled in comparison to her. Oh, and she knew it. God, she had to know it with that smile on her face.
And she had just implied that he was the arrogant one in their conversation just an hour ago. How dare she? The hypocrite.
"I can't tell if you're in love with her, or you want to kill her."
He looked at his father with a startled expression. "What are you talking about?"
"That girl. The one you've been staring at since she spoke with you. If you're trying to get her attention, glaring at her isn't going to do it." His father laughed softly.
"I'm not in love with her. Far from it." He adjusted himself in his seat, uncomfortable with the implication.
His father raised an eyebrow in doubt and sighed. "Get out there and have fun, boy. You are young. Enjoy it while it lasts. You can't stay locked in the house with your nose in your books, remembering the bad things that have happened to us."
"But you can? That doesn't seem the least bit fair, does it? I'll live the way I want. There's nothing to enjoy here."
"Get up. I'm ordering you to do it as your father. Regardless of whether you like that girl or hate her, you still have to apologize to her for your rude comments. I will not have my son insult other respectable families."
He frowned even further, but resigned and used his cane to help him stand. "Fine, I will. But she insulted me first. And watch her humiliate me more once she finds out I'm a cripple. That's why I hide in the house."
His father gestured for him to move forward, implying that he wouldn't hear any more of his son's self-pity.
He looked away from his father and focused his eyes on the girl once more. She was away from her friends now, leaning against the wall with a fan over her mouth. He was surprised to see that she was looking back at him. Once their eyes met, she quickly looked in another direction.
-Doesn't seem to have manners either.-
He approached her, being sure to avoid the dance floor and dodging those walking through the crowd. He met her by her side, giving her a glance before watching the dancers begin a waltz. She continued to wave her fan, giving him no indication that she noticed his presence until she spoke.
"Have you come back for another round, sir?"
His grip tightened on the top of the cane, his body tensing in annoyance. "No, though I'm sure you would very much like that so you could redeem yourself from your subpar insults."
She made a 'hmm' sound while she looked at him with a strained, closed smile. "So then what have you come here to bother me for?" She shut her fan.
"I came-" He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes slightly. "To...apologize."
"what?" She blinked.
"I apologize." He repeated, though still reluctantly. "It was rude of me to comment on your choice of friends, your mediocre upbringing, and your pompous outfit."
"Your apology still somehow sounds offensive."
"What can I do to make you accept my apology so we can go our separate ways and we can never see each other again!" He threw an arm up in exasperation.
"Will you do anything?" She gave a smirk.
"Anything "
"Very well then." She hummed in thought and looked around the room, her eyes landing on someone who was possibly her own father. At least that's what he assumed after he had followed her eyes.
"Dance with me." She finally said.
"Dance- with you? That's what you want?" He let out an amused laugh.
"Do it or else I'll make a huge scene and claim that you were making fun of me even more. And then I'll follow you for the rest of your life just to torture you." She frowned and looked back at him.
He looked at the ground in consideration.
-It's only one dance. It couldn't hurt. Besides, she isn't all that bad looking...
no, no! You fool! Your leg! You'd fall flat on your face before you even reach the floor! What are you think- --
He was quickly dragged out of his thoughts as she pulled him to her, forcing his hand on her waist and putting her own hand on his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing!?" He whispered in a panic, not understanding what was happening.
"Getting into a waltz position, obviously. I'm not waiting for you to make up your mind."
"Well I say no!" He tried to let her go, but her grip was frighteningly strong, and she only pulled him closer. He hated how his face began to grow warm.
"I need you to do this. Please." Despite her threatening position and the fact he was trapped, her eyes still softened and her voice changed to a pleading tone. "I need my father off my back. He found out about my boyfriend being a fisherman's son, and he threatened that if I didn't show interest in someone more like us, then he would force me into an arranged marriage."
He stared at her for a moment.
-She has a boyfriend...
...what do I care? Why did I even think of that first?-
"So, what? You want me to pretend to like you or something?"
"No! Well- sort of. Just for tonight. I want to have fun. I want to forget about what happened. Help me out so I don't have to put up with my father for the next few days. I promise I won't bother you any more after that."
"...I still have to say no."
"Why!?"
"Are you blind or something? Because I can't dance!" He raised his voice in annoyance and gestured to his leg and cane.
She let go of him and looked to where he pointed. Maybe she really hadn't noticed with the look of confusion on her face.
"Hmm...I see. Well then you'll just have to put your foot on mine."
"What-"
She smiled at him warmly and pulled him back towards her. "Set your cane down and put your foot on mine. We can still dance. It doesn't bother me. I'll guide you."
That wasn't quite the reaction he expected from her. Was this pity? A joke perhaps? Or did she genuinely not mind? He thought his father was the only one dumb enough to try and ignore the glaring problem of his.
Well...regardless. He did miss dancing. He sighed and shuffled his foot, carefully putting it on hers. He made sure all his weight was shifted onto his good leg, so that she felt little pain. "This feels highly ridiculous and inappropriate."
"Who cares? We already made some nasty comments that no doubt everyone around us heard. We are pariahs tonight, my dear."
She began to follow along with the music, moving slowly for him so he could keep up. He felt like everyone was staring at them, but he would rather raise his head high than give everyone the satisfaction of embarrassing him.
She smiled and let out a small laugh as they danced, being sure to look directly at him. He could only think of how brave she was. No, maybe not brave. She was still spoiled and pretentious. She only seemed brave because she never truly had to care what people thought of her.
"Smile a bit. You're supposed to pretend to be interested in me." She whispered.
"But I'm not."
"No, kidding. Just relax then."
He sighed and took a deep breath, focusing on the music and allowing her to take control. He slowly got more comfortable, moving more fluidly and even removing his foot from hers, although that rendered him slightly more immobile so he could balance a bit easier. But he twirled her and kept his hands glued to her, feeling something like electricity run through him every time she looked at him.
For a moment, he seemed to forget everything that happened the past year. No dead mother, no crippling illness, no grieving father, no emptiness.
For a moment...he just pretended that he was a happy young boy, dancing with the girl he could learn to love.
Sorry this is so long y'all pff
Awesome.. 😳
@@JustACryptid sir/ mam are you kidding this is amazing!! In so few words you built 2 characters and gave them so much context that I feel like I know them already. I can't believe this only had 4 likes before me, it is one of the best stories in this comment section.
@@ashleyrose1570 thank you so much! That really means a lot c:
This is soooo beautiful ! I don't even know much of these characters and I'm already attached to them ! You perfectly established their respective personalities and portrayed a very good chemistry between the two. You definitely won over this comment section
It was kinda nice to hear Hijo de La Luna
THIS IS SO GOOD OMFG
Every single piece was perfect. Great playlist❤
this is the best enemies to lovers playlist ever
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*listens to this Playlist while writting a new chapter for my Fanfiction*
This is the most goated study playlist in the world
This playlist is a masterpiece!!!
pov: you are imagining again
Two years, and the cat and mouse were finally close enough to kill each other again. This time, the alleyways gave way to a gala, cheap glass bottles to champagne, and combat to -
"You're doing it again."
Anya turned back to her partner, still in step.
She smirked. "I'm still keeping time," she retorted kindly.
Jayden smiled and spun her. He let her violet-blue dress flare for a moment before pulling her closer.
Nowhere else to look, Anya stared into Jayden's eyes. Those hazel eyes, previously the emerald of his shirt, melted into the deep blue of her blouse. It was strange to see this side of him, gentle and kind, when she knew exactly who he was. She knew the hands that held her close and delicate snapped men's necks - hers almost included. The feet that guided her step were powerful enough to break the ribs of a bodybuilder. And the gentle eyes that stared into her own held no remorse in his work.
Then, when he turned away, the thief couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"Did I make you uncomfortable, schoolboy?" she teased.
Jayden turned back to the chestnut eyes that shone humorously into his. He kept them in step with the rest of the dancers. "I'll bury you tomorrow," he remarked, but the malice was lacking.
The thief laughed and rested her head against his shoulder for a moment, enjoying his twitch before the next twirl. "Then who else would you dance with?" she asked with a lovely smile.
"I'm sure there are other girls around," the hitman reasoned. It sounded like an excuse.
Anya smiled gently as Jayden brought her close and rested her head back on his shoulder. This time, the hitman feebly pulled back only to relent a split moment later.
"I'll leave you a gift for next time," she promised quietly.
Two years, and the cat and mouse were finally close enough to kill each other again. This time, the cat didn't feel like striking the mouse down, and she'd never let him hear the end of it, for better or worse.
A play of swords, blades clashing together as one blow is trade with another. Their movement intertwine almost as if it were a dance. Slowly wearing each other down and watching the exhaustion creep into the others expression. His rapier knocked to the ground it skid across the floor, the hero staring in horror as the villain stood over him, HE HAD WON. But he didn’t come any closer, no, he simply let out a deep sigh it was almost a growl, before lowering his sword an returning it to his scabbard? With one last look at are hero he left the corridor, disappearing into the inky black outside. The hero sat stunned, what did he just see? a light of curiosity flickered behind his eyes, did the selfish, cynical, egomaniac just- just spare me? Standing up on the shaky legs, he had decided. “I half to follow him.”
Um. Excuse me. Where is the rest??
Starting with Hijo de la luna is illegal 😭Even though I clicked accidentally, I had to stay and listen...
i love how the chorus of merry go round of life plays while i edit my fanfiction here and all nonsense finally falls in order
I dont even care if it's a song about neglectful parents, I heard Hijo de la luna and knew this was good.
Unreal that I've been looking out for Hijo de la Luna (orchestral version) for a while after listening to it on some vague compilation album - only for YT to accidentally recommend it to me.
"A dance? With you?"
"They're watching us, if you don't try to bland in they will be suspicious"
"Yes, but two men dancing?! Are you out of your mind theyll be even more suspicious!"
"Fine then, ill just drag you myself"
"Wait what- hey! Stop it-"
"Keep your voice down,"
"But-"
"Shhhh~ uh ah uh, no butts~"
Then I was child my parents started dancing historical dances. I was grown in vibes of 19 century. I often dance and go to balls. Many of these songs are the same once we dance to. I love it! I love these vibes and dances of 19 and 20 centures
that boy in the background looks like Kaeya Alberich when he was a kid
LAVI ??!! FROM D.GRAY-MAN ??!!!
did you just try to sneak a howls moving castle track in here? hahahahahahaha thats amazing it works so well!
Here's the story I wrote for this because this has inspired me.
(Song one)
"Why are you here?" I asked in an aggressive tone
"For the same reason you are, my love." The man replied with a smug look
"Cut the act! I know what you are doing." I snapped
He recoiled and stared at me for a good moment. Then he gathered himself
"Why.. I shall never deceive you. Not again at least." He said walking to me and pulling my chin to look him in the eyes
(Song 2)
"I'm not afraid to do what I have to do, Marco." I said pulling away trying to hide my hurt face. But it was too late.
"What's wrong darling?" He asked
"Nothing. Leave me be. I have a mission to complete." I muttered, turning to walk away.
He wouldn't let me go that easily however.
"Might a dance lighten the mood?" He said grabbing me and pulling me close.
I tried to get away but he wouldn't let me. He looked to the orchestra and nodded
(Song 3)
I heard the start of one of my favorite waltzes. He started leading me in the dance. No matter how much I wanted to get away, I couldn't. It was like I was in a trance. We danced, and we danced. He had learned the moves perfectly. It was exactly how I had described years earlier. I held back tears. He kept going. Everyone was watching us, but I didn't care. This was the moment I had dreamed of. The one I had waited for. I couldn't help but be enchanted by the moment. I should leave. But.. This dance, this song. It was everything I had dreamed of. Everything. Word's can't even begin to describe how I felt in that moment.
"Oh, Rin.. How I missed this when you were gone." He at last said looking down at me as the song ended
(Song 4)
"How do you feel?"
I did not answer. I was still in a daze. In awe of what had happened.
"This.. Is the best moment I'll ever have in my life" I managed to say
He smiled down at me. However, his eyes told of a sort of sadness
"I'm afraid I have to depart my love. For good this time." He said moving some of my hair behind my ear
He turned to walk away
"Marco! Wait!" I called after him "Please! Don't go!"
It was no use though. He turned to look back at me and smiled. His eyes tainted with tears.
I grabbed my dress and ran after him as fast as I could. But, in his usual fashion, he disappeared as quickly as he had once appeared behind me.
I looked frantically around, hoping to see any trace of him. Anything I could use to find him. There was nothing. I longed to find him. To continue that dance for the rest of time. Together. I wished to see him one last time.
I couldn't bare going back inside. The mission that was once so important to me was all for the sake of ruining him. But now, I could not bare to complete it.
(Song 5)
I walked home, stopping by his residence on the way to see if he was there. He was not. So I continued my way home. I longed to see his face. His smile. Hear his words. Speak to him. When I got home, I saw a photo of the two of us on the dresser. I picked it up and stared at it, trying to suppress my tears. I failed. While weeping on the ground, clutching the photo, I thought I heard his voice say one last thing.
"Do not cry my darling. Everything will be all right.."
It's perfect!!!!!!! I've listened this with music as you wrote ❤
@@sanraaay Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! And I'm glad it fit the music! 💖
Her Vibrant blonde hair brought color in the plain ball room, her green eyes made the stars feel dim, but her smile hypnotized all that surrounded her. Whether she was a venomous snake or a lost dove, no one but I knew.
I've known Madam Aster since the first moon. We've never gotten along. Like oil and water we simply never mixed well. But, for an odd reason here I am found in a...pickle. As the orchestra played and the people of this kingdom danced as if they were in a corigraghed ballet; me, the son of the moon as some may call me; and Aster, the daughter of the sun; are found waltzing at the middle of the ballroom.
All I could do was glare at her wicked eyes as our feet moved in harmony.
"Would you look at that, the knights accidently let in a snake in the ballroom," I snared, with a passive aggressive grin
"Haha, you have always been the joker Misuer Hecate," Aster stood on her toes to meet my eyes. Her emerald eyes peirced me like a knife.
"I am my father's son after all, isn't that right?" I couldn't help but glance to the far left near the balcony. My father was surrounded by women again.
I accidentally let out a sigh as I looked back at Aster. It's strange though, her usual venomous glare seemed a little...sweeter? No, I must be getting drowsy it is 10 in the afternoon after all.
"Hm, I don't know," Aster stopped dancing and looked at me strangely, "I think you take after your mother more."
"Are you okay Aster? Are you feeling ill? You're usually not this kind," I quickly got closer to her to check her temperature.
Asters face went red, and her eyes widened as soon as I touched her. She must have been awfully sick because her cold glare was gone. All that remained was the eyes of an injured bird.
"I'll escort you to the break room. You don't look well Aster," I whispered in worry. Don't mistake me though she is still a snake...just one in need I suppose.
"No no, thank for the offer but I'll be alright just got a little hot I suppose," Aster said this in confidence but I was still hesitant, "Don't you worry about me Misuer. Shall we continue the dance?"
This is not the first time a lady of fine standing has asked for my hand in a dance but this time I felt sick. But, this isn't the flu rather as if there were butterflies flying in my stomach. Her sky blue gown truly made her eyes seem like stars in an unknown galaxy, and her smile...NO! I must stop this foolishness. I'm getting hypnotized just like all the others. I attempted to make a sarcastic remark but for some reason my body took over me. I took her hand and we began to dance.
"It's strange. For some reason it's almost as if I wish to be hypnotized by your smile," I whispered under my breath in confusion.
"Hypnotize? Haha that's a new one, you know most people simply call me a shining star that they can't stop adoring," Aster said coldly as we waltzed.
"I guess you do look like a star. Almost, you just need to smile a little brighter and you'll have the power to blind me." This time my remark had less sarcasm.
"You'd think that being called a shinning star would make you happy, but it's a fresh relief to have someone see you as you. Not your looks." Aster's cold, fake smile warmed up as she spoke. My butterflies got worse. For some reason my eyes couldn't look away from her. Not like hypnotizim, rather a magnet drawn towards my polor opposite.
Sorry I couldn't finish. I just ran out of time lol
Love how people in the older comments were writing whole arse fanfics.
D.Gray-man caught my attention
Once-Upon-a-Broken-Heart core
this whole video is inspiring me to creat dystopian stories in my head
POV:
I stared up at this man I had crashed into. Count Draven: a man who was downright annoying at best, and unbearable at worst.
“I’m just saying,” he begins, “You ought to be more careful.”
“Although your concern is appreciated, it is unwarranted, as I am perfectly alright,” I reply, my tone cold.
“Perhaps I should dance with you, to ensure that your clumsiness does not impact the other attendants of the ball,” he says, stretching his hand toward me. I glance up at him, with his raven black hair framing his face incredibly well. His eyes locked with my own, and I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets they might have hidden. Well…he was quite dashing, and it’s rude to decline an offer to dance. I suppose there were worst partners in the world.
“Alright,” I say, taking his warm hand. I feel my cheeks burn as the violins begin the next song. The count spins me around, and I soon find myself following his lead as we twirl about the dance floor. I listen as the melody quickens, as does he.
“I’ll admit,” he states as the next song starts, “I wasn’t expecting you to be such a fantastic dancer.”
I feel my cheeks warm at the compliment. “I suppose I could say the same to you.”
He chuckles, a sound that reminds me of the sweet melody playing in the background.
Suddenly, the song stops playing, and the end of the night is among us.
“It has been a pleasure having you as my partner,” Count Draven states with a bow. My hand feels cold at the loss of his warmth, and I feel a twang of sadness within me.
“I shall admit, my lord, you are quite the dancer. It has been a great night spent dancing with you. Perhaps we could continue this dance at the next ball?” I ask with a small curtsy. I glance up to see his cheeks the color of a tomato, and let out a small gasp. “My lord,” I start in a mocking tone, “are you ill? You appear to be quite red.”
“Oh, quiet down,” the count says, rolling his eyes. “I couldn’t be happier to dance with you again.”
Scarlett O’Hara and Reth Butler
oh my goodness when i heard the first music playing i just got reminded of that one mlp animation from the original song a long time ago and being addicted listening to it
Idk how but i knew the first song before even clicking on the video
was thinking about writing an enemies to lover and this spawns in my recommended
Unexpected Lavi
the first song is
darude - sandstorm
Мне очень нравится, спасибо что сделали подборку музыки, буду часто слушать
лучшая подборка
I wouldn't have thought to find a mecano song here
I'm gladly surprisee
Eeyy. The art is lavi from d. Gray man. Also. Love the playlist!😊
I saw somebody wrote like a short story which I want to turn into a novel like damn that made my heart RACE
Name?
Care to tell its name?
I saw D.gray man I clicked
I remember being traumatized from the MLP animatic of the first song
I NEED MORE OF THIS PLS
Soon...
love uuu@@sanraaay
I love how this comment section has just become a bunch of enemies to lovers stories.
Wow this is great music and love how this flow of all aspects of truth and enrgy filled up liek bad and good together pain and joy dancing as real feelings soulful and spirituality in harmony as a tool for learning how death is apart of life that hits you in way that can't be said by words but through this process now
love it. i wish there had been more
Anyone else getting pocket mirror vibes?
THABK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR HAVING A D GRAY MAN BACKROUND ❤❤❤❤❤ ALSO I LOVE THE MUSIC ❤❤❤❤❤❤ BROOOOO
Me as spanish person: Hijo de la lunaaaaaa, luna quiere ser madreeeee mas no encuentra querer que la haga mujer aaaaaaahhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yo replace the Mona Lisa with this BEAUTIFUL playlist pls
GRINNING LIKE A MADMAN RN HAHAHAHHA LOVE THIS
Did I click just because the thumbnail comes from D Gray Man (or at least looks REALLY similar) ? Yes
Lightened by his soft look, charmed by his rasberry lips, and mesmerized by his graceful gaze and his long chocolate brown hair I presumed he put his animosity aside for this one night
Grabbing me by my waist and twirling me around as if I'm his
He said "Only for tonight" but for a thousand nights I would give my whole life..
Watching him stare at me, my face lengthened as if I had seen a ghost
His lips attracting me like magnets as if mines were metal
His ocean-like eyes captivating me as if I were fish in his sea
I wanted to be part of him..
Like a siren, he seduces me, he lures me..
When he leans closer, my defenses collapse
My walls destroyed, clatter.
afraid of what could might have been, I concentrate on what I desire to have been
Dancing the night away, facing the bright moon, it was as if the moon was as full as I was
Hijo de la luna es de Mecano...
Live laugh love classical music
Esta es la tonada de 'Hijo de la luna'. La tonada del principio.
Кайл на аве, здоровья маме)
Is the little redhead boy Lavi from D Gray man ?
"You wanted to put an end to it didn't you?" he said calm and quiet, almost whispering, standing behind me with a knife to my neck - showing me my failure as I'm still trying to catch my breath from the fight. "you can help me and I can help you" he continued, "There for, don't you think it's best to put our weapons away and make a civilized conversation?" He said with his knife still motionless, waiting for me to respond.
Why... he always knows more than i do? always ahead.. Why can he turn my every move into a fail so easily, pushing me down the stairs i built and learned to climb on myself over and over again? Am I that bad? Or is he just better?..
If he wanted to kill me.. he would have long time ago... and "not like i have anything to lose -" I said as I turn around throwing my dagger aside while his knife moves away to my response leaving just a small scratch.
I lean forward looking up into his eyes now out of curiosity. The smirking and golden like a cup of tea eyes that light bounced off of were now locked into mine running thousands of thoughts and thousands of question behind them..
"what is your plan?" I say without knowing what i brought myself into by agreeing so carelessly..
"you already took everything from me long time ago" I continued holding a straight stare into his eyes, trying to find the reason to my sudden shift in thoughts. why do I want to trust you? The poison I'll get from this seems lethal, but I still follow like a coward that realized his weakness..
Maybe I just got tired of running, of fighting but losing over and over again. Maybe i wanted to escape the drowning feeling I tasted all this time without a single drop of luck or success on my tounge. Maybe i finally wanted to be free of my past, of the revenge chains I wore as my only purpose and goal..
What is it that draws me to you even after all I've been through.. was I being manipulated all this time?
Probably I was, but i.. don't think I care. I want someone on my side - I *need* someone on my side, one person, at leat one- I thought to myself as I felt my eyes suddenly filling with tears forcing me to break the eye contact and hide from his eyes and thoughts like a weak little mouse, now feeling trapped by the stare which i started myself..
My life is a mess, a lonely road I chose, a revenge I was seeking but lost the reason and the anger to long time ago, now looking for a new feeling- a warm one - ones support and care..
He may very well be my best and only chance in a world like this...
"Seems like.. I won at the end.
exactly as I promised you." he said coldly but calmly, noticing my tears.
like he enjoyed seeing me fail once again.
I didn't care of the pain I felt from his words, seemd like my mind was completely elsewhere.. Seemed like every single word he said that would have usually hurt me, didn't. I seemed broken enough to just not care.
I got carried away.. a lot.. the video ended while i wrote so my mind shifted to the depressed part of me..
Tho still decided to post it..
Compare to others i don't have a large vocabulary and English is my third language but it still was kinda fun to express myself in the best way i could playing with my words i do know, like i was building a real story to share.. a real feeling to transfer to the readers.. don't know if i succeeded but even if not, at the very least, for me it was a fun new experience, and i thank this video for that a lot😌🙂
Have a nice day and thank you for reading this far❤🙂
This is really good!!💖
@@crystal7605 thank you😊 I wrote the comment a month ago and rereading it made me add some slight improvements to make it more flowing, so you can check it out🙂
Still not as good as some other comments I remember reading here but I at least tried, and i'm happy that someone liked it🥰
Why do I see Kaeya on this picture my brain is damaged💀 ah and music is amazing yes
it's lavi from D Gray Man :)
@@drenvara1843 ty!
Lavi..🥲
Me encanta la cancion "hijo de luna" pero no veo como relacionarlo a una temática de enemies to lovers, con semejante letra . Xd
This is why I use instrumental versions 😅
"A black dress? Seems like we are not in our wedding." Orville whisper to his lover.
"It is because we are at a funeral, my love." Madeleine calmly responded.
"Might be since your freedom dies today?"
"Actually you will be the one death, your secret mass murdering will end just as your life will; soon you will find out what am I talking about."
The archduke only shows a slight smile, only visible to the honey colored eyes of Madeleine. "I still can't resist to that will you have, you drive me crazy in a way only torture can do, but I still need to take you out of my way."
It had been a nearly five minute long waltz, heavens, anyone would have forgiven him such a juvenile blunder. A battle of wits and insults could only go on for so long, of course! This woman, loathsome as she may be, had him completely knelt before her.
“You have beautiful eyes-“ His mouth betrayed him. They froze together whilst the orchestra of dancers seemed to fade around them like the final notes on a music box.
“You… I- how-“ Her words failed as soon as they touched her lips. Seemingly, from out of a rather prejudiced fog, his form entranced her. How had he, with one imbecile quote, sent her mind reeling with visions she would have never approved in a sound state of mind.
“It would seem, my lady, I have been bested. Forgive me.” His hands relinquished her waist and fingertips as he bowed. His attempted escape only encouraged her visions more.
“Boy.” A sudden wave of confidence enthralled both of them as soon as the word left her lips.
“This waltz is yet to end.” He was trapped, for until death, till they may once again be parted.
"Care to dance?" A brunette man said as he held his hand to a red-headed lady. She then lets out a soft scoff while looking away but then takes his hand softly, as he leads her into a waltz "Why are you here Damon?" She asks him, as he smirks "I was invited as a guest since the host of this party knows me" He says, as the red-headed lady rolls her eyes "Of course he does" She says coldly, as she continues to dance with him, while he then slowly dips her down "You know this will be more fun with a knife against your throat~" He said, as the lady he was dancing with scoffs again, as she tries to walk away from him, as he then grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him, while he now spins her "I was only joking Clara relax~" He said, as he makes her lean up against him, as she rolls her eyes once more "Not a funny joke Damon" She said, as she picks up their pace, while he smirks "Temper temper~" He said, as he spun her again "Oh please you like it Damon, don't deny it" She said, as he then chuckles while leaning down in front of her ear, as he then whispers into it "And what if I do, gonna stop me?~" He said, as her face was now a soft red color "I'm not going to stop you," she said, as he dipped her down once again, while now looking into her eyes "Good~," He said, as she looks away a bit flustered now, as the music stops while they stop dancing, as well, as they continue to look into each other's eyes, while they felt something different other than hate towards each other, as they then shared a small passionate kiss while they look back at each other, now smiling at one another "You're cute when you're flustered," Damon said, as Clara looks away while her face grew even more red "Hush" She said, as they laughed together while spending the rest of their night sharing drinks and talking to one another.
Eu, escritora, passando meu tempo lendo as maravilhosas histórias que as pessoas deixaram nos comentários, sendo que quem deveria estar escrevendo era eu.
Yo esperando a que me digan "Tonto el que no entienda"
Y me quedé esperando 😞
off topic but i love your cale pfp
What the he... Ahem. This playlist was my favourite, BUT the owner is russian and i just realised it😢 This is horrible and im sad now((((
OMG THIS IS LAVIIII
It was a beautiful night, all ruined by her smug face from across the ball room.
They both knew Celestena was way more in her element of the two. Millicent still took the time to swear the woman up and down in her head. Why can SHE talk her way out of anything, blend in flawlessly to any environment... her stupid sleek dress and masquerade mask that framed her face too well...
... stupid Celestena.
But, the two also knew that of them, Millicent could get in and out faster even in this suit that was too tight for any normal person to want to wear, Millicent could sneak into the vault below the ballroom, get the gemstone, and flee before Celestena could even see her.
That was why the masquerade was perfect, no one should have been able to recognize eachother, no one would know that the city's two best thieves were there.
So it was truly truly strange that the two women recognized only eachother.
Before Millicent could think an excuse why she'd avoid this seemingly random person she didn't know to tell anyone who might suspect, Celestena made her way over, trapping Millicent by extending her arm to put her glass on the table she was standing at.
"Hello there," Celestena smirked, if Millicent didn't know who she was, she wouldn't have been able to tell her apart from any other of the high society people at the masquerade. "What's a shy thing like you doing here?"
Millicent knew who Celestena was, vice versa, and they also both knew that the other person knew. Millicent put on a smile, much less suave than Celestena's. "Why... I've come to enjoy myself at the dance. I've never been to one before."
Crap.
"You've never been to one before?" Celestena raised her eyebrow, hooking one of Millicent's arms onto hers. "Then why, come to the dance floor with me."
Millicent swore under her breath. Not knowing how to refuse without giving herself away. She should have researched more... but she was never supposed to get roped in by her RIVAL.
Celestena notices the way Millicent's feet plant to the ground. She gives the other thief a playful look, teasing. "Oh come on love, you know how to dance, don't you?"
Millicent chuckles awkwardly, letting Celestena pull her to the dance floor. No she didn't know how to dance. "Of course I can dance, I just... didn't know how to ask anyone to. I'll do a quick dance, see if I like it, you know?"
Celestena hummed, looking down on Millicent with a knowing expression. She pulled her close, putting a hand on her waist and guiding the thief across the dance floor. Millicent was trapped. Both by not knowing how to stop dancing without raising alarms... and my how fast her heart beat being close to the other woman. She felt sick, her face was too hot and her stomach turned.
She needed to get away from Celestena before this masquerade was over... otherwise neither of them would get that gem.
The look in Celestena's eyes... she knew she was losing this either way, she was just dragging down Millicent with her.
The violins and the pianos and the quick feet and steps Millicent didn't know... right at the side of the woman she hated the most... it was going to be a long night.
Who made the background art? Please credit them
Asen Liy !
Lavi ? ❤
Listening to this playlist I have to ask… is there such a thing as a bad waltz?
Lavi!!!! 😭😭😭😭 i miss him so much 🤍🤍🤍 hes why i clicked on the vid, glad to see ppl using d gray man fanart still
anyone know the artist from the video? I know its from D. Gray Man, but still
god
The Night Circus much?
Like skyfall.
Is this D Gray man? 🥺♥️
Hijo de la luna
Karakter utama bernama Camelia caelis,hanya seorang gadis desa yang akan menjadi tumbal di desa nya.
Karakter penjahat bernama Alexander Jill Lecter seorang laki laki antah berantah yang di katakan sebagai iblis.
Angin menerpa muka ku,wangi laut menusuk paru paru,ku lihat pemandangan di mana semua orang melihat ku dengan tatapan penuh harapan,ah aku ingat sekarang. Hari ini ritual penumbalan,aku… akan di tumbalkan,apa dengan begini semua orang akan bahagia? Jika bisa aku ingin mengakhiri kegilaan ini,menghentikan penumbalan.
“Aku senang,antarkan aku ke tuan muda,dia pasti lelah menunggu kan? Ayo!” ucap ku kepada pelayan yang akan mengantarkan ku.”baiklah segera”…
Tiba tiba saja saat pelayan itu selesai ngomong,suasana 😅menjadi sangat sunyi,bahkan menjadi sangat gelap,hanya ada kegelapan yang menyelimuti ku saat ini. Lalu terdengar suara laki laki,begitu berat dan mengerikan,siapapun yang mendengar nya akan tau kalo laki laki ini iblish yang kejam