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Fic: At the Ballet
Title: At the Ballet
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Adora, Wyatt, Mystic Man and DeMilo's father (mention of DeMilo and Ma)
Rating: G
Summary: Wyatt's forced to accompany the Mystic Man to the ballet... and he may just end up liking what he sees.
Warning: pre-series *Written in three parts for Round 28 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompts #6: Well. We're all running from something, I suppose. (Inara, Ep. 03 - Bushwhacked); #8: We thought we'd lost you. (Inara, Ep. 08 - Out of Gas); and #12: You don't pay me to talk pretty. (Jayne, Ep. 01 - Serenity)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
"Well. We're all running from something, I suppose."
"Oh, come now, Cain," the Mystic Man said with a smile. "A little culture is good for you, son." Wyatt grumbled as his charge breezed down the hall and turned into the dressing room.
"It's only one evening of torture, Cain," the Mystic Man called from behind his closet door. Wyatt stopped in the doorway and watched as the older man leaned back and grinned. "You just might like it."
Wyatt Cain, at twenty-two annuals, was fairly certain he wasn't going to enjoy anything about the ballet. The only reason he'd been tasked tonight's duty was because he was late.
"We thought we'd lost you."
The Mystic Man had explained the story of the ballet to him as they traveled down the streets of Central City. Something about true love and a witch, hiding in the woods. It all seemed rather silly to Cain.
Wyatt stood in the back of the box, taking his job as guard very seriously. All else, focusing on that, alone, would keep him from losing his mind when it came to the dancers on stage. The music was slow, and outfits were ridiculous and the men, prancing around...
Well, it took every ounce of propriety Wyatt Cain had to not start laughing.
It took half a second for Wyatt Cain to go from rolling his eyes to staring at the stage. The woman who came from the shadows was dressed in white, looking like she'd been dipped in liquid glitter. He'd never seen a person move like that.
Wyatt watched as she fought with the witch, found her lost love and lost him again, as the witch returned. At one point, he was so entranced with the story unfolding below - or, maybe, it was just the woman dancing on the stage - that he nearly leaned forward over the balcony's edge.
The Mystic Man smirked and pulled him back, simply shaking his silvering head. After the show, he had every intention of staying to greet the cast, welcoming them to the city and inviting the director out for dinner. It was his duty, after all, to entertain the visiting dignitaries.
"You don't pay me to talk pretty."
As they lingered in the lobby, Wyatt noticed a young boy - just a few years younger than himself - being hauled to a door by a woman in a very loud dress. Judging by her words and his protests, the boy had angered his mother in some way.
"Ah, Monsieur DeMilo," he heard the Mystic Man call out. Turning back, Wyatt's eyes went wide as a portly man with a wide mustache and a rather garish coat stepped up to the Mystic Man's side. "It was a lovely show. Even had the attention of my Tin Man, here," he continued, giving a look Wyatt's way. Wyatt simply nodded to the man.
"I would like very much," the Mystic Man started in a lower voice, "to give my compliments to your lovely ballerina." Monsieur DeMilo nodded and turned back, waving to someone Wyatt couldn't see.
"Adorina! Come!" Wyatt blinked as the woman he'd seen on stage, earlier, stepped toward them, wearing a dress of similar color to the one she'd been wearing during the performance. Her eyes were locked on his and, while she said nothing to either of the men, she did give a polite nod to the Mystic Man and continued to watch Wyatt as DeMilo talked.
Wyatt tried not to stare at her, but she was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Giving her a polite smile and nod at one point - she'd caught him staring - she leaned toward him and nodded toward DeMilo.
"My name isn't actually Adorina," she said with a slight grimace. "But he says it sounds more-" she waved a hand and rolled her eyes, "-than Adora." Wyatt smiled as she made a face.
"I like Adora, actually," he nodded. She raised a brow and he nodded again. "It's... lovely." Adora grinned brightly.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Adora, Wyatt, Mystic Man and DeMilo's father (mention of DeMilo and Ma)
Rating: G
Summary: Wyatt's forced to accompany the Mystic Man to the ballet... and he may just end up liking what he sees.
Warning: pre-series *Written in three parts for Round 28 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompts #6: Well. We're all running from something, I suppose. (Inara, Ep. 03 - Bushwhacked); #8: We thought we'd lost you. (Inara, Ep. 08 - Out of Gas); and #12: You don't pay me to talk pretty. (Jayne, Ep. 01 - Serenity)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
"Well. We're all running from something, I suppose."
"Oh, come now, Cain," the Mystic Man said with a smile. "A little culture is good for you, son." Wyatt grumbled as his charge breezed down the hall and turned into the dressing room.
"It's only one evening of torture, Cain," the Mystic Man called from behind his closet door. Wyatt stopped in the doorway and watched as the older man leaned back and grinned. "You just might like it."
Wyatt Cain, at twenty-two annuals, was fairly certain he wasn't going to enjoy anything about the ballet. The only reason he'd been tasked tonight's duty was because he was late.
"We thought we'd lost you."
The Mystic Man had explained the story of the ballet to him as they traveled down the streets of Central City. Something about true love and a witch, hiding in the woods. It all seemed rather silly to Cain.
Wyatt stood in the back of the box, taking his job as guard very seriously. All else, focusing on that, alone, would keep him from losing his mind when it came to the dancers on stage. The music was slow, and outfits were ridiculous and the men, prancing around...
Well, it took every ounce of propriety Wyatt Cain had to not start laughing.
It took half a second for Wyatt Cain to go from rolling his eyes to staring at the stage. The woman who came from the shadows was dressed in white, looking like she'd been dipped in liquid glitter. He'd never seen a person move like that.
Wyatt watched as she fought with the witch, found her lost love and lost him again, as the witch returned. At one point, he was so entranced with the story unfolding below - or, maybe, it was just the woman dancing on the stage - that he nearly leaned forward over the balcony's edge.
The Mystic Man smirked and pulled him back, simply shaking his silvering head. After the show, he had every intention of staying to greet the cast, welcoming them to the city and inviting the director out for dinner. It was his duty, after all, to entertain the visiting dignitaries.
"You don't pay me to talk pretty."
As they lingered in the lobby, Wyatt noticed a young boy - just a few years younger than himself - being hauled to a door by a woman in a very loud dress. Judging by her words and his protests, the boy had angered his mother in some way.
"Ah, Monsieur DeMilo," he heard the Mystic Man call out. Turning back, Wyatt's eyes went wide as a portly man with a wide mustache and a rather garish coat stepped up to the Mystic Man's side. "It was a lovely show. Even had the attention of my Tin Man, here," he continued, giving a look Wyatt's way. Wyatt simply nodded to the man.
"I would like very much," the Mystic Man started in a lower voice, "to give my compliments to your lovely ballerina." Monsieur DeMilo nodded and turned back, waving to someone Wyatt couldn't see.
"Adorina! Come!" Wyatt blinked as the woman he'd seen on stage, earlier, stepped toward them, wearing a dress of similar color to the one she'd been wearing during the performance. Her eyes were locked on his and, while she said nothing to either of the men, she did give a polite nod to the Mystic Man and continued to watch Wyatt as DeMilo talked.
Wyatt tried not to stare at her, but she was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Giving her a polite smile and nod at one point - she'd caught him staring - she leaned toward him and nodded toward DeMilo.
"My name isn't actually Adorina," she said with a slight grimace. "But he says it sounds more-" she waved a hand and rolled her eyes, "-than Adora." Wyatt smiled as she made a face.
"I like Adora, actually," he nodded. She raised a brow and he nodded again. "It's... lovely." Adora grinned brightly.