don’t talk to strange men, don’t be a fool
Who: Rue and Mytho and maybe Fakir idk
When: Saturday, afternoon.
Where: The practice room at the City Academy of The Arts.
Summary: Rue is practicing, Mytho and Fakir show up, there is some awkwardness and the Rue gets her feeling of jealously leeched.
Warnings: Ballet. Ballet everywhere.
Format: Paragraphs because quicklogging is for pussies.
When Rue arrived at the studio, the sun was high overhead, warming her face even as the bitter wind chilled everything else. Now, only a few hours later, it was burning low in the sky, making shadows to dance with hers against the white walls. Counting out the beats in her head, she moved through the routine of the black swan, over and over, her mind utterly empty of anything but the desire to dance.
As long as she could convince herself of that, she thought, she would forget the white roses, wilting at home.
When: Saturday, afternoon.
Where: The practice room at the City Academy of The Arts.
Summary: Rue is practicing, Mytho and Fakir show up, there is some awkwardness and the Rue gets her feeling of jealously leeched.
Warnings: Ballet. Ballet everywhere.
Format: Paragraphs because quicklogging is for pussies.
When Rue arrived at the studio, the sun was high overhead, warming her face even as the bitter wind chilled everything else. Now, only a few hours later, it was burning low in the sky, making shadows to dance with hers against the white walls. Counting out the beats in her head, she moved through the routine of the black swan, over and over, her mind utterly empty of anything but the desire to dance.
As long as she could convince herself of that, she thought, she would forget the white roses, wilting at home.