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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 4:50 pm
  ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... With closed eyes and a sigh, he put on his pointe shoes. This is where he was supposed to be. This was his home. And now that he was good and warmed up from his earlier exercise, it was time to practice some of the many parts he may have had in Germany. While he pondered, he held on to one of the barres gently while he warmed-up his feet even more. With a frown, he noted that these shoes were almost dead. Where would he find new ones? Or rather, who would he have to ask?
He shook his head and sighed. Better not worry about that right now. Passe with releve, and down, other side and down, other side and down, last time, and down. Moving to the center, he started towards the mirror in fifth. With fluid motions that told the story of years of dancing, he performed a series of hops, changing quickly from flat feet to pointe. Yet just another warm-up, but he wasn't going to take any chances. After practicing turns, just for the pointe, he went over to the stereo and looked for the music to Swan Lake. Though it wasn't a part he would have ever gotten, he wanted to dance the Black Swan at the moment. He knew the choreography, so it shouldn't be too awfully hard.
With a smile, he found what he was looking for. Changing the stereo to the song he wanted, he almost wished he had a Russian tutu to go with it. It always looked better that way anyways. But oh well. He stood at the corner and waited for the introduction. Once it started, he couldn't help but smile as he started a Black Swan variation. His movements were smooth and flowing; freeing almost. His smile never left his face as he danced, pretending that he was, in fact, performing.
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {relaxed} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere at the moment} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with pointe shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {No one but an imaginary audience}
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 5:32 pm
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella tucked a stray piece of her blond hair behind her ear as she walked in the direction of the dance studio. Today, the castle was quite quiet and she'd thought that perhaps some dancing would help fill her time and kill her boredom. She'd already changed when she'd been back at her room and her trainers made a soft, rubbery sound on the floor as she walked towards the dance room. Another strand of hair fell into her face and she puffed, getting a little irritated by it so instead she took the hair bobble from her wrist and used it to stuff her hair into a little bun on her head. She couldn't do it neatly but she didn't think she needed to, seeing as no one was around anyway. As she neared closer to her destination, she could hear the faint sound of music wafting through the air. At first, it was too quiet to identify what the tune was but it sounded slightly familiar.
Mirabella saw the door into the studio and could hear the music clearly now although she still couldn't place her finger on the tune. She knew it from somewhere but she remember where. She pushed open the door slightly and peered inside, seeing a young girl practising piano in front of the mirrors. She had her back to her but she saw her face in the mirrors. 'Wait no, that's not a girl' she thought, looking closer at the boy's features. 'Shame on you!' she shunned herself, feeling bad that she hadn't known his gender. She opened the door more and slipped through the door, shutting it quietly behind her so she didn't distract the dancer. 'Swan Lake!' the answer popped into her mind. 'Yes, that's it' she conformed it to herself.
She'd come here planning on practising the more modern styles of dance, rather than ballet but it would be incredibly rude of her to demand that he change the music so she'd just have to go along with it. She knew a little about ballet but not a lot. She was much more experienced in compulsory dance so she'd have to try that instead. She looked at the male and caught his eye in the mirror, showing a smile as she walked across the room to the other side. She put her bag down on the floor and began warming up her muscles. She stretched her legs, her arms, her shoulder and her waist. She only just done some light jogging before so her pulse rate should be fine too. Finally, she could start dancing! 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Happy & Energetic| |Current Location - Dance Studio|
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:04 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë didn't notice the girl walk in; he was too in-the-moment to really notice much of anything. Considering she walked in while he was turning more towards the back, that wasn't too hard of a feat. As the music ended, he finished the variation. Quickly, his smile turned to a surprised expression to see another person in here with him. "Avatyara nye, haru. I did not see you walk in," he said softly. He ran quickly to the stereo to turn off the music, seeing as the next song had already begun.
Going back to the barre, he faced away from her, practicing fendues. He'd wanted to dance a different part, Don Quixote perhaps, but he wasn't alone any more. Perhaps there was another studio either he or she could go to. There was a door in the back, but Lenwë felt that this was his room, his world, his domain. She would have to leave; because he was more than unwilling to do so. After one side, he did the other. And once that side was finished, he worked on his extension by grabbing his ankle and pulling it to the side until his leg and shoulder were touching. With a tsk, he realized that there was very little else he could do about that, since he couldn't feel very much stretch anymore.
Elvish Translation: Forgive me, master
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {relaxed} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere at the moment} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with pointe shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mirabella}
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:27 pm
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella smiled and shook her head at the boy. 'No, it's my fault. I'm sorry I disturbed you' she apologized. She watched him turn away and she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable since she could tell he didn't want her in here. He wanted to be alone but there wasn't really anywhere else she could go, since there was only one dance studio. This made her feel stubborn and selfish but she really wanted to dance! She decided to stay but if it really became a problem to him then she would leave. For now though, she just wanted to practice.
She kept her mouth closed and stretched more, waiting for the boy to put the music back on. Otherwise, she would have done it herself but he was here first and she didn't have to use her power to read his mind to realise he was passionate about his dancing. Politeness is always key in starting a new relationship, even though he probably wouldn't want anything to do with her since she ruined his dance lesson. She felt so bad about this, she just had to tell him. 'I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to intrude' she spoke to him, her feelings clearly genuine. She would have added 'If you want me to leave, I will' but that would make him say she could stay since very few people were as rude to reply by saying 'Yes, I want you to leave'. And he obviously didn't want her to stay so she couldn't force him into letting her stay. In the end, he just had to come out and tell her that she was disrupting him or put up with her. She really didn't want to be a burden but what else could she do? 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Apologetic & Uncomfortable| |Current Location - Dance Studio|
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:14 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... With his leg still in the air, he turned his head towards her. At first he wanted to ignore her, and hope she would leave. But after her second apology, his authoritative demeanor dropped. That was something he couldn't keep up for very long, since it wasn't like him to be so demanding. He let go of his leg, but didn't let it drop. Instead he controlled it's fall until it softly hit the floor. With a small smile, he lowered his head and said, "N'dela no'ta. I have been here for over an hour. Perhaps it is I who should be apologetic." Though to him it was only an hour, for most others he realized that was more than enough time to get things out. Perhaps that would be all that he would have to wait. What was it the boys in the clan used to say? Give up only to gain? Give up an hour of dance, and gain the rest of the evening perhaps. he thought for a moment or two.
Unfortunately, music started in his head and a there was a flash of movement. It was a piano piece that he couldn't place. Perhaps it wasn't something that was composed yet. Adagio with a crescendo into something faster. His feet and one of his arms seemed to move of their own accord, as if marking the music that no one else could hear. The moment ended just as quickly as it had began, the music fading off until he couldn't hear it anymore. Realizing he'd lost it, he tsked and stretched out his feet again.
He looked in Mirabella's direction, wondering what else to say to her. he wasn't sure. He didn't mind that she was here anymore, but he didn't want to leave. Oh what to do?
Elvish Translation: Don't worry about it
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {relaxed} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere at the moment} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with pointe shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mirabella}
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:13 pm
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella's face lit up and she grinned, overjoyed that she no longer bothered the young male. She noticed he spoke a different language that sounded vaguely familiar and after scanning his thoughts she realised it was Elvish. Since she could read his thought's, she could understand what he was saying when he spoke but her own vocabulary sadly didn't stretch into languages such as that. Now that she knew that, it became clear that this boy was in fact an elf. How had she not seen it before? Somehow, she'd been too captured by his posture and composure to take a good enough look at him and guess his race.
'Thank you very much! It's much appreciated' she thanked him with a smile on her face, bowing forward a little too, just to show her respect. She was about to start but she somehow couldn't take her eyes away from the elf as he began dancing again to his own tune. If it weren't for her telepathic abilities, she wouldn't have been able to hear the music but she could and together with his moves, they pieced together beautifully and she was completely mystified. The way he moved and danced was incredible. He was not just doing this for fun like she was, it seemed much more than that. She could tell he had a burning passion to dance and for some reason, his desire and dream had been ripped away from him. He definitely had the skills and potential to be a professional but instead he was here. She wanted to know more, perhaps question him but suddenly he stopped moving and the music ceased, drifting away into nothingness.
Seraphina realised she had been staring so she turned back to face the mirrors on the other side of the room and looked at her reflection. She now felt quite self-concious and this was no longer just a bit of exercise to keep her entertained. No, her competitive side was beginning to show itself now and she couldn't just jump about for fun, that would make her look stupid. She now had to show off her true skills, just so that she didn't look like a complete failure next to the amazing dancer behind her. She extended her leg to the side and lifted her hands up, taking a step and turning two cartwheels sideways before rounding it off and bringing her hands in for a perfect spin on her left leg. It was a terrible start but all she could do was try. She did have one more specific power other than Telepathy and that was super-human speed and agility. She used this to her advantage as she continued her moves of contemporary dance that she'd learnt from the many classes of dance she'd attended for almost 12 years. She spun, leaped and bent over backwards, testing out her rusty skills. It had been quite some time since she had last danced so seriously as this, especially in this style.
Even though she had started off dancing for competitive reasons, by the time she actually got into the routine she was enjoying herself and no longer danced for anyone else but herself. She was now dancing to have fun and after such a long time of letting these skills take a back-seat in her life, she'd almost forgotten how good it made her feel just to let her body go and express herself through the moves of dance. She didn't need music and she didn't need an audience; she just needed the will to succeed. 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Apologetic & Uncomfortable| |Current Location - Dance Studio|
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:48 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë sat down to stretch his splits, not caring how the girl danced. At the moment, he was more disappointed with himself for loosing the music so quickly. With his eyes closed, he started playing air piano, trying to get it back. After a few moments, he stood up, his eyes still closed. He stood croisée to the mirror, and started the music over. Ront de jambe, fendue, pas de bouree with passe en pointe. Tendue and the choreography went on. Though the movements were big, he made an effort to keep his space small so he didn't interfere with her.
The music quickened, and his movements changed to a series of jumps with beating. The smile came back to his lips as he went through the movements. The marking he was going through earlier was coming to life through the actual movements. And just like before, the music died. Finishing on a turn, he wondered where the rest of it was. He repeated the last sentence of the phrase in an attempt to get the music going again. But no, that's all it wanted to do. Glancing down at his pointe shoes, he tsked again. Better take them off and put on his canvas ones. These were starting to get dangerous, and he wasn't willing to risk it.
Going behind the girl, he walked over to his bag, catching a glimpse of her dancing. It was a style he recognized and had studied fairly briefly. It certainly wasn't his favorite style, but he knew he would be able to catch on quickly. Sitting down next to his bag, he watched her while changing out his shoes, wondering how her choreography would end. Simply, or with a bang?
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {curious} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere at the moment} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with pointe shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mirabella}
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 3:58 pm
      
Before he knew it, Gojiro had found himself rather lost in the building. It was much larger on the inside than he expected, and with it being a construction being man made he was not able to use his senses to feel the Earth beneath his feet and locate his exact position, something that made him very much handicapped when a man made type structure. Being lost did not stop him, he would just have to continue on until he could find something familiar to his eyes, or try to find a point in which he could escape the castle from in order to make his way onto the Earth itself.
At this moment the only thing other than memorizing the patterns of the wall would be the sounds of Gojiro's sandals, and his cane, pattering against the floor. The sound eventually seemed to be met by an echo, but he knew the difference between the echo of his sandals and cane, from the sound of other feet echoing. It appeared he had been near an area with a bit of action going on, and like a moth to the flame, he moved towards it.
The scent, just from being on the outside of the room gave him quick belief that one was male, the other had been female. He couldn't exactly figure out what would be going on, but from the smell, and from the lack of sounds, it did not seem very aggressive or violent. To Nu-Da Wa-Ya this would be an open invitation to open the door and get a view, in which he would be very sure to see what all would be going on behind these doors.
A claw reaching out, and taking hold of the door, the Earth Spirit opened it only to look at a dance studio, which also had windows to view the Earth. Already he felt happy, not caring as much about the people, but about the fact he was so close to getting back to the ground and see where he was, feeling the world beneath his feet, taking hold of that touch that allows him to literally feel that world spin through the vacuum of space.
Gojiro's eyes, the orange spheres that they are, just stared throughout the whole room before him, taking in all the corners, and truly taking a look at the two people of the room. His nose had not failed him yet as it would appear he was correct about it being a male and female in the room. With a smile now, the man figured he should see what all would be happening.
It should have been rather easy to assume it would be dancing, seeing as it is a dance studio, and the fact he could see a male and female in clothing that would be used for dance practice. The creature would take his first step into the room as his nose would pick up on something. Gojiro's nostril had taken in a heavy amount of dust, cause him to slam his head down by a few inches into the air as he let out a sneeze. Like always for him, after a sneeze, Gojiro's head began to shake violently from left to right as his hair would begin to fling back and forth, followed by his body shaking from part to part as the shudder traveled through his body, down his legs, and finally throughout his long tail as it flailed about, until finally the reaction to the sneeze ended. Nu-Da Wa-Ya hated it when he sneezed, it causes a reaction worse than when he is forced to take a bath, rather than choosing to take one. All it made him think about was when he was a puppy and his owner forced him in water to clean off the gunk on his body.
The only thing left would be the humiliating moment in which the two would for sure see him act just like a dog from the wash trying to get all the water off of it's body. It is never easy to hear that laughter, but often enough it ends, until it happens again...
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:07 pm
 Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ  "Alaric... Wake up, it's time to get up..." Mary Anne whispered as she shook the sleeping vampire slightly.
The man grunted lowly then turned on his side to ignore the little girl sitting next to him. The blonde pouted when Alaric did not get up.
"Wake up... we were going to see Lenwe dance, remember?" she continued, urging him to wake up again.
The child was a bother, why couldn't she leave him be and let him sleep for a little longer. It was the day time anyways so there was no need to get up so Alaric remained asleep. Mary Anne frowned as Alaric continued to sleep; she needed to change her tactics in order to wake him up. Alaric was not one who awoke easily because it usually took him forever to do so. Perhaps he was so lethargic because of his cold blood, but Mary Anne was also a vampire. Maybe he was too old. No, that couldn't be it either because he was an immortal and a vampire. Alaric was just a lazy person and this made Mary Anne sigh. She jumped off the bed for a moment only to pounce on top of Alaric, forcing him awake.
"Ugh!" Alaric grunted when Mary Anne jumped on top of him.
"Get up!" she stated with her hands on his chest.
Alaric's eyes slowly opened to find the small female vampire sitting on top of his chest, which would have made his breathing harder; that is if he needed to breathe.
"I'm up, I'm up, now get off," Alaric ordered.
Mary Anne smiled and happily complied.
A few minutes later, Alaric was dressed and the two of them headed to the studio to see Lenwe dance. They wandered throughout the castle walls, in search of the dance studio which took some time to locate. They eventually found it and were about to head in, but stopped dead in their tracks when they could see the stream of sunlight pouring in from the large windows. Alaric hissed in annoyance while Mary Anne clung onto Alaric, standing behind him.
"It's going to burn," Mary Anne whispered.
"I know," Alaric replied as he looked around.
Alaric spotted a passing servant whom he called over and ordered them to close the blinds. They headed into the studio first and after that was done, Alaric deemed that it was safe to enter now.
ooc: hope you don't mind the time i chose ^-^
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:28 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... The elf had just finished putting on his canvas shoes when Alaric and Mary Anne walked in. He noticed that they stayed just outside the door until another servant closed the drapes. Lenwë clicked on the lights and ran over to the stereo to look for the Sleeping Beauty music. Once he found it, he set the CD in the stereo and went back to the vampires. Clearing his voice, he asked, "Are you ready, haruvi?" Suddenly, he wondered if he should have left his pointe shoes on for this. He gave himself a mental slap, no, they were getting dangerous. It was a bad idea in general.
((OOC: Yeah, it's fine ^-^ Sorry for the short post sweatdrop ))
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {a little nervous} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric, Mary Anne, Kiryu, and Mirabella}
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:47 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Mary Anne looked around the room with curious eyes while Alaric stood in front of her with a bored expression. He had his turned towards the other people that were also present in the room, which were a man a woman. The man in particular caught Alaric's attention because of his appearance and the vibe he gave off. It was powerful yet barely noticeable at the same time. Alaric knew he would have to be wary around that person. Mary Anne tugged on Alaric's shirt in order to bring his attention to Lenwe who had come to greet them.
"Yes, now begin," Alaric ordered.
"Yes, please start Lenwe. I want to see you dance," Mary Anne piped in.
She smiled at him and giggled a little because of his appearance. She had seen girls wear tights and a leotard, but she had never actually seen a boy wear one. They looked completely different.
ooc: that's good ^^;; and it's fine
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:01 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë ran over to the stereo and pushed one of the buttons. He then stood in the nearest corner and waited for the music to start. Every bit of the performer he was shone through with a smile and a bounce to his very carefully choreographed steps mere seconds before the music started. It was one of his favorite parts to dance. Males very rarely get to dance by themselves, but the variation in Sleeping Beauty was well worth the all the partnering and duets. It was easy to tell that the elf had his own style to the classic form, more flowy than most but still strong as a prince should be.
Every step was striking and clear up to the last second. Once he ended the dance with a flourish of his nimble hands, he ran quickly over to the stereo and turned it off before the next song began. On his way back, he was distracted by a bit of the dance he'd just performed and the possibility of doing it differently. He tried a few of the steps a little differently, and put in a completely different part all together before he shook his head and ran back over. "Not the longest piece in the world, but males have that disadvantage in a clique dominated by women." Taking a deep breath, he stretched his arches by pushing the top of his feet into the floor, waiting for their reply.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {at ease} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric, Mary Anne, Kiryu, and Mirabella}
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:19 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Mary Anne and Alaric stood off to the side with their gazes on the still figure of Lenwe who stood in a corner, awaiting the start of the music. Once it began, Lenwe came to life in a flurry of graceful movements where he lightly danced in time with the music. It was a bright piece that brought a smile to Mary Anne's face, but Alaric's expressrion remained blank as his eyes followed Lenwe's figure across the room. Lenwe fit the part of the prince with his angelic features and light steps. The piece was short but it had seemed much longer than a minute. Mary Anne clapped enthusiastically then skipped over to him.
"It was wonderful," Mary Anne said, standing a few feet away from Lenwe.
"Yes, it was," Alaric said suddenly walking towards them. "It's too bad the world is unable to share in your gift," Alaric added, intended to be a slap in the face for Lenwe.
Mary Anne's eyes flickered to Alaric then to Lenwe, but she remained silent. She knew that the older vampire intended to hurt Lenwe emotionally by stating that fact. The elf had been forced into a life of servitude, snatched away from his one true passion; it was a pitiful turn out and Alaric knew full well the effects his words would have on the boy. Alaric slowly circled Lenwe with a shrewd expression. Who knows what Alaric was planning.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:29 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... With a flourish and a smile, Lenwë bowed to Mary Anne, smiling as he did. He opened his mouth to thank Mary Anne when Alaric spoke. The smile on his face faded at the memory of that night in Germany. Closing his eyes, he tried not to let Alaric's words get to him. This was a game he knew all too well, and he wasn't going to play it. Instead of saying anything, he took a few steps away from the duo and started dancing to no music. It didn't matter much; there was always music in his head. It was another part that he enjoyed very much, but with a little bit of his own steps. Doing the same dance all of the time got boring after a while.
It didn't take long for the smile to return to Lenwë's face. The Corsaire was not allowed any frowns. It seemed apparent very quickly that he was dancing with an imaginary princess. Though Alaric's words stung for that quick moment, they seemed miles away now, unable to penetrate the happy countenance that the elf donned.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {at ease} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric, Mary Anne, Kiryu, and Mirabella}
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