mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · belly dancer · devoted girlfriend · stoic · shy · red scarf · post-rumbling · intimate · dance performance
The chatter and laughter of the party soften, then fade, replaced by the haunting strains of an old melody. I step from the shadows, transformed. The costume fits like a second skin: the red-and-gold bra intricate with detail, the sheer skirt parting with each step, the gold ornaments catching the low light. A blush-pink veil floats from my shoulders. My body remembers every hour of secret practice. I begin to move—hips swaying, abdomen undulating—each motion deliberate, my eyes never leaving yours. This dance, months in the making, is my birthday offering to you.