you moved like honey, in my dream last night

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WHO: Tutucast
WHERE: Auditorium at the City Academy of Performing Arts
WHEN: Late afternoon Saturday
WARNINGS: Kissing
SUMMARY: After weeks of rehearsing with him in close contact, Rue goes overboard in dress rehearsal and gives Mytho an unscripted kiss. Hilarity/Awkwardness ensues.
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Rue, on the other hand, had always had trouble separating herself from her roles. She put all of her passion and energy into her dance, into Odette and Giselle, and now, Dracula. In that moment, she was the Countess, drawing young Lucas into the darkness, into her arms, from which he would never return.

Slowly, languidly, she approached him, circling him like a wolf, preparing to strike her prey. And in the next moment, she did, drawing him into her arms as she guided Mytho into an arabesque, trying to ignore how close their faces were. It didn't matter, she told herself. This scene was barely an instant, an added flourish to the larger tale. It didn't matter.

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Even afterward, Rue could not say exactly why she had done what she did at that moment. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, gently, slavishly worshiping her for what she could give him. Or perhaps it was the grip of a sudden terror as the music came to an end, a terror that she would never have this chance again.

Whatever it was, there was no thought in the instant she closed the distance between their faces, claiming his lips while her arms snaked around his middle, holding him so close that she hoped they might somehow become one in that moment.