Eighth position •~• Nina •~• Dessus [In person/Accidental Video]

[en_pointe_wings]

[As per her usual routine, Nina was heading to the dance studio for several hours. She preferred it there over any other part of the house - mostly because it allowed her to dance freely, but also because it was a familar environment to her. After a particular event the previous week, she hadn't rehearsed any pieces, so today she was planning on

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[beyondsighted]

[B has been sneaking around the Manor, searching for hidey holes in case the need ever arises. His business with Misora has left a burn wound that extends from the anterior border of his sternocleidomastoid all the way down to his acromion. The scar is fresh, and the psychological impact of its presence is raw, and angry. The bandages don't do a damn thing to lessen the pain, and as for painkillers, B doesn't want them.

He watches Nina with an empty stare from the shadows as she dances. He's unwilling to step out from the comfort of the darkness, but he is watching vigilantly, waiting for her to snap once again.]

/late tag is late

[en_pointe_wings]

[At first, Nina doesn't notice B skulking in the shadows. As soon as she finishes, she steps out of form, somewhat breathless - but she looks happier with herself then she did before.

It's only when she goes to sit down for a minute that she see's that she's not alone, stopping dead when she realises just who it is]

No worries bb <33

[beyondsighted]

[The look in Nina's eyes is immensely pleasing to B. He isn't quite sure how believable his harmless act will be considering the modification to his appearance, but he gives it a try. Hunched over, his eyes stare owlishly up at Nina.]

How long have you been dancing, Miss. Sayers?

♥♥

[en_pointe_wings]

[Even without the black make up, Nina's eyes seem almost as wide as B's]

..Since I can remember..I've always danced

[beyondsighted]

[He ambles over closing the distance between them. He doesn't once take his eyes off of Nina's, nor does he blink.]

Is it in your blood?

[en_pointe_wings]

[She thinks about backing up, but remembers what happened last time - he didn't seem to have much respect for personal space..]

I suppose you could say that..why do you ask?

[beyondsighted]

[It's a wise move on her part. Give B a reaction, any reaction, and he'll poke at it forever and ever. A teensy bit closer then. Not quite in Nina's face just yet, but close enough that it would begin to feel exceedingly uncomfortable.]

Why, Miss Sayers? Why indeed. Why is the question that has moved civilization forward.

[He gives a ghost of a smile.]

Why is also the question that results in dead cats.

[en_pointe_wings]

[Holy mentally unhinged creepers batman!]

..I guess

[Deciding it was probably best to get out of the sitation while she still could, Nina steps past B and goes to collect her things]

I should probably go..

[beyondsighted]

[B casually hooks his thumb to the corner of his lip. He turns slowly on the spot to face Nina once again. He still hasn't blinked either.]

I've unnerved you. I apologize. [He doesn't sound too sorry at all.] Do stay. We were having a lovely conversation about curious cats. I myself am quite fond of them. Do you like cats Miss Sayers?

[en_pointe_wings]

[How was she meant to answer that?? He was obviously a few bats short of a belfry, and frankly Nina wanted nothing more to do with him. Not that that was going to happen anytime soon..it was like he was stalking her or something..]

I-I suppose so, yes