EAD 2016- And We Danced
EAD 2016 Masterpost
Title: And We Danced
Fandom/Pairing: Sailor Moon, Serena Tsukino/Darien Chiba
Warnings: None in this Snippet
Summary: (Dance AU)
As with any profession, you must be professional if you want to keep your job, especially if you’re partnered in this new up and coming dance troupe with an ex who dumped your ass by moving to another country.
Serena doesn’t end up being professional. Not. Even. Close.
OoO
There are times in life when fate decides to fuck you over, and over, and over. Fate chooses something or someone that whenever you cross paths, you’re fucked. Every fucking time.
“…Darien Chiba will be partnered with Serena Tsukino in the roles of Endymion and Serenity…”
And then sometimes Fate just sticks that thing or person in your life so far up your ass, that you can’t ignore or dismiss that thing or person as insignificant and not worth your fucking time, because then Fate re-ups and makes that stick grow, so everywhere you go and everything you do, you’re reminded all of the fucking time that you are fucked, with no doctor to take emergency action. So then you’re fucked in life, day in and day out.
Serena glances at Darien, making sure not to give any hint of expression at this news but quickly redirects her eyes back to the duo directors, Amara and Michelle, still delivering news of the roles. This is a new production, never before danced tale of Serenity of the Moon and Endymion of the Earth, and not the goddess and shepherd one either. No this is a retelling, and when she read the script, the concept, and saw the dances required for the audition, nothing was going to stop her from getting the part of Serenity. Luck was looking out for her; the production was even being doing in her hometown of Tokyo!
“Congratulations Serena.” Serena looks to her side where Darien has maneuvered his way over to her side.
She nods her head in reply and says “Congrats Darien.” And then firmly and decidedly redirects her attention, even shifting her body away from him. Amara and Michelle have started talking about scheduling and what not. It’s going to be some busy months ahead. Total commitment overall seems to be four months, unless they get successful enough to tour. The producer and lead choreographer, Trista Meioh and Hotaru Tomoe, are there, standing in the back. They haven’t said anything yet but Serena doesn’t know if they will this. Hopefully they won’t be as cruel or useless, like from her last production. It was hard enough recover from the reviews, luckily it wasn’t in the beginning of her career, and she had other performances under her belt. Poor Naru and Melvin.
“Would you want to go out and have some coffee?” Darien askes after Amara ends the meeting by letting them know they’ll be expected tomorrow by 8 sharp. The “or you’re fired” isn’t said but sure is implied.
“Sorry, Darien. I have other plans.”
She doesn’t.
“How about meeting for an early breakfast tomorrow than?”
Fuck no.
“No.”
She will make sure to arrive exactly at 8. And make sure all breaks are with other people. And that she always has “plans” after work.
“Come on Meatball Head.”
If Darien Chiba thinks he will get a rise out of her, well fuck him. So they will be dance partners. With long extended solos. Because they’re leading this production. Which would be a great honor if it wouldn’t be shared with the asshole who broke up with her for being “immature”, but broke up with her by moving to another country and sending her a postcard. Who’s the real immature one, huh? Not her.
Serena just shakes her head, walks over to the Amara and Michelle to say thanks for the opportunity before leaving. When she notices Darien lingering outside, she calls a taxi. It’s worth the expense not potentially being on the bus or the train with Darien.
Fuck Darien Chiba. He and Fate can go fuck themselves on their fucking fuck-you stick because she takes her dancing seriously. It’s the life she chose.
Serena redirects the taxi driver to a grocery store by her house. Only ice cream and video games are going to salvage the day. But even Serena doubts there is enough ice cream to salvage the next four months.
If she doesn’t kill Darien by then.
OoO
Title: And We Danced
Fandom/Pairing: Sailor Moon, Serena Tsukino/Darien Chiba
Warnings: None in this Snippet
Summary: (Dance AU)
As with any profession, you must be professional if you want to keep your job, especially if you’re partnered in this new up and coming dance troupe with an ex who dumped your ass by moving to another country.
Serena doesn’t end up being professional. Not. Even. Close.
OoO
There are times in life when fate decides to fuck you over, and over, and over. Fate chooses something or someone that whenever you cross paths, you’re fucked. Every fucking time.
“…Darien Chiba will be partnered with Serena Tsukino in the roles of Endymion and Serenity…”
And then sometimes Fate just sticks that thing or person in your life so far up your ass, that you can’t ignore or dismiss that thing or person as insignificant and not worth your fucking time, because then Fate re-ups and makes that stick grow, so everywhere you go and everything you do, you’re reminded all of the fucking time that you are fucked, with no doctor to take emergency action. So then you’re fucked in life, day in and day out.
Serena glances at Darien, making sure not to give any hint of expression at this news but quickly redirects her eyes back to the duo directors, Amara and Michelle, still delivering news of the roles. This is a new production, never before danced tale of Serenity of the Moon and Endymion of the Earth, and not the goddess and shepherd one either. No this is a retelling, and when she read the script, the concept, and saw the dances required for the audition, nothing was going to stop her from getting the part of Serenity. Luck was looking out for her; the production was even being doing in her hometown of Tokyo!
“Congratulations Serena.” Serena looks to her side where Darien has maneuvered his way over to her side.
She nods her head in reply and says “Congrats Darien.” And then firmly and decidedly redirects her attention, even shifting her body away from him. Amara and Michelle have started talking about scheduling and what not. It’s going to be some busy months ahead. Total commitment overall seems to be four months, unless they get successful enough to tour. The producer and lead choreographer, Trista Meioh and Hotaru Tomoe, are there, standing in the back. They haven’t said anything yet but Serena doesn’t know if they will this. Hopefully they won’t be as cruel or useless, like from her last production. It was hard enough recover from the reviews, luckily it wasn’t in the beginning of her career, and she had other performances under her belt. Poor Naru and Melvin.
“Would you want to go out and have some coffee?” Darien askes after Amara ends the meeting by letting them know they’ll be expected tomorrow by 8 sharp. The “or you’re fired” isn’t said but sure is implied.
“Sorry, Darien. I have other plans.”
She doesn’t.
“How about meeting for an early breakfast tomorrow than?”
Fuck no.
“No.”
She will make sure to arrive exactly at 8. And make sure all breaks are with other people. And that she always has “plans” after work.
“Come on Meatball Head.”
If Darien Chiba thinks he will get a rise out of her, well fuck him. So they will be dance partners. With long extended solos. Because they’re leading this production. Which would be a great honor if it wouldn’t be shared with the asshole who broke up with her for being “immature”, but broke up with her by moving to another country and sending her a postcard. Who’s the real immature one, huh? Not her.
Serena just shakes her head, walks over to the Amara and Michelle to say thanks for the opportunity before leaving. When she notices Darien lingering outside, she calls a taxi. It’s worth the expense not potentially being on the bus or the train with Darien.
Fuck Darien Chiba. He and Fate can go fuck themselves on their fucking fuck-you stick because she takes her dancing seriously. It’s the life she chose.
Serena redirects the taxi driver to a grocery store by her house. Only ice cream and video games are going to salvage the day. But even Serena doubts there is enough ice cream to salvage the next four months.
If she doesn’t kill Darien by then.
OoO