Apr 07, 2011 01:19
[It's been two days since Aqua returned from being called into the Mist to help save Xehanort. Funny that it had been her considering their rocky friend...relationship. This was the second time she had to pull someone out of their perfect reality. Since her return she retreated back into her room, barely speaking to anyone. Now here she is in the dance room.
Her hand rested lightly on the ballet bar, feeling the wood grain on her fingertips. Oddly enough the dance studio was another place where she could calm her mind and body. Running on the track was fine, but there were other aspects of herself she needed to work on: her balance and gracefulness. She had to move effortlessly in every move, whether it was casting a spell or dodging an attack.
Hand on the bar she inhaled and then slowly exhaled as she stretched out her limbs. She paid no attention to her reflection on the mirrors that lined the front wall. Her mind was focused on what her body was telling her, how far she could push herself with her flexibility. In this space she didn't have to think about anyone else or any of the events that happened over the past few months. In this space there was only her and she doubted anyone would find her.
Limbs warm from stretching she moved away from the bar to the center of the room. She rolled up the sleeves of her old sweater up to elbows. Her eyes went to her reflection as she prepared herself to spin in place. She slid one foot behind the other before raising it up to spin. She looked like a ballerina there, practicing before going on stage. Aqua never considered herself to be a dancer by any means.
She spun around at least four times. Her eyes fixed on a spot on the mirror. Time seemed to have slowed down for her. There was nothing on her mind, only a feeling of lightness before images flashed before her mind's eye. Xehanort crying on Terra's shoulder, meeting Xion and Mera for the first time and finally Terra kissing her.
The final image caused the bluentte to lose her balance, forcing her to stop spinning and reach for the ballet bar to keep herself up right. Aqua was dizzy and trying to catch her breath. Do it again. Pushing herself off the bar she prepared to try again.
She was prepared to keep practicing unless her mind decided to distract her again, or unless someone decided to stop by. The door was slightly ajar and who would want to pass up on Aqua doing something semi-girly for a change?]
p: aqua,
r: mera,
r: esmeralda