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