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Danse Maccragge (aka A Very Macha Halloween) (Warning: SFW)

The Endless, they wonder? Jealous Elf, why shout? What moonlight will you dance under when all stars go out

There was not an instrument in sight, and yet the song still played the whirlwinds swirling around in their absecne, and the chimes of dust, and the rattling of bones continued the tune in undisturbed by the absence of players. The Music of the Spheres played for the two dancers. And as she climbed the mountains of dry bones, they snapped in her feet. These frozen brownish grey skelatons of men, ork, eldar, tau, tyranid in never ending piles gave no resistance to Macha's light feet. She pursued the two dancers as they danced upon the largest plateu of skeletons. She struggled to reach her love and the mysterious woman in black, but as she climbed the plateau she was almost in reach. Her voice gave no cry, but the sounds of her footsteps were at last audible to the two.

The couple turned, Leon bowed to the figure still holding her left hand. His eyes and face were frozen in stoic pose almost statue-like in thier expressionless, like a lifelike statue with glass unmoving eyes. The Lady in the black gown stared at macha The large gold Ankh on dangling from ther neck, her only adornment, glimmered with a soft white light that did not match the color of the Medalian. Her skin, whiter than her eyes highlighted the deep black of her lips, eyelashes and hair, making even the subtlest expression seem burlesque. Deep black , and a bone white hand gently caressed Leon's cold expressionless face. The eyes of Leon Venella were pointed towards Macha, but the eyes made no motion of acknowledgement.

The Farseer tried to walk closer to the couple but struggled with each step. She lunged her body forward, only to see gentle strings of bright crimson against the pale white bones that made the plateau. She looked up again at the dancers, Leon still expressionless, and the mysterous woman, now twisting her lightless lips into a cryptic smile. Macha reached out to her love. As she reached for his open hand her arm withered away before her eyes, as even the glistening white bones that held her slender hands fell to join the ossuary of the milky way. She felt herself crumbling under the gaze of the lady, and her lover stood there unmoved. Lacking control of the rest of her body, she felt her head part from her body in unspoken divorce and totter downwards, joining the pile of soft bones.

Macha gasped and with paniced breath sat up in the middle of the bed. Staring intensely at her arms in suspicious gaze. Once she was satisfied that the arms were her's and that the pale color was moonlight not her apparition, she used hands to wipe the tears that were welling in her eyes and then placed them in the crater formed by the dark satin sheets that wrapped around her legs.

"You saw it, didn't you?" Macha looked over her left shoulder to see Leon, still lying in bed, but eyes wide awake. He broke his intense gaze at the ceiling to look over at her illuminated back, her crimson hair wine dark under the soft lighting.

Embarrassed by how much the dream affected her, she spoke to regain her composure. "Im sorry Leon, I thought we would be warded from incursions here, but i suppose Ultramar hasn't been safe from the dreams of the warp. I hope our souls bonding has not prevented you from being able to sl..." A calloused but familiar hand braced her shoulder, "You don't have to take all the credit, xenos. The Eldar was about to protest over the use of xenos, but he followed with a gentle kiss on her other shoulder, as his right had grabbed her forarm in a distant embrace. "Your wards against the warp worked fine, that one is on me." The Eldar allowed her shoulders to relax at his touch, deeply exhaling and leaning back against him. "How do you know?"

The Ancient Inquisitor replied calmly, moving his hands to meet hers as her back met his chest. "Ive had that dream before. Once every year to be specific." "So what was it?" She asked looking out the massive door of the penthouse revealing the moonlit beaches of Talassar below. "The place? Well, it was an old Embassy back on ancient Terra, my crew and I were the embassy's guests to a grand Dio De Los Muertos ball before our departure." "Not that part," Macha interrupted what was likely to become either a recollection or a lecture on old terra culture. "The dance, the woman in the black sleeveless gown, all of those faces, the skulls. What did it all mean?" Her piercing eyes looked back at him, hoping for an answer. He only Shrugged. Irritated, Macha sighed with disgust, leaning forward away from his grasp, "You have the same dream every year, and you