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“I need to take a page out of your book— being satisfied with what you have, I mean.” She eased the fishing pole to rest anchored between her knees to free her hands. With a careful arc to the side, she pulled out some of the sparkling apple cider she had mentioned and poured a glass full for the both of them. The liquid inside was the sweet color of champagne without the bitter bite, clear bubbles bursting at the surface. “I’m always… dissatisfied… like I know I could be better… do more… be more… “

However, when he mentioned singing, Sil’s eyes lit up and she turned to him with an abject expression of surprise and horror. “That’s not silly at all!” She exclaimed, lips parted slightly in objection. Perhaps she was biased; after all, the opera and ballet coexisted rather harmoniously. “Opera is so highly esteemed… I mean… you know, to people who can afford to see the opera anyway. I wish I could sing,” an airy smile touched her lips. “If you like it, you should cultivate it. I would love to hear you sing seriously. I bet you would be wonderful at it...”

((Nuuu what's wrong Jack? ;-; -hugs to-))

((My mom got off the phone with my dad...apparently he's pissed with my choice of college. Not like it's my fault; it's the only one that accepted me, so there's nothing much I can do about it. But he doesn't understand and thinks the college I'm going to is shitty.

The a*****e has never really been part of my life, so who does he think he is passing judgement like that? Especially when he doesn't know s**t about the college I'm going to. I'm just...he's made me feel horrible before, and now he's doing it again, and he just really needs to shut the ******** up because he's such a shitty father...))

((Jack: aww that sucks :c yeah, he should just be proud you get to go to college, not everyone who wants to gets to...))

"There's nothing wrong with that, either... I mean, you don't have to settle if you can strive for more, but I suppose the tricky part is knowing when you've done all you can..." He rested his sandwich on one of his knees to pick up the glass of cider she'd poured, taking a careful sip. "After all this, you have the opportunity and you should get that home you've always imagined living in and do more with ballet, if you want... I really have no choice but to be satisfied with what I have, because it's all I can have. If that makes sense..."

Lavi nearly choked on another sip of cider when she spoke of opera, pressing the hand holding his glass to his mouth as he coughed. "Opera, maybe, but I can't sing opera..." He shook his head a little, placing the glass back down on the blanket next to him. "I don't know if I'm really any good at it, anyway, I've never sung for real in front of anyone. I'd only really sing to myself when Gramps wasn't around. Mostly folk songs I'd pick up during traveling..."

((Well... I'M PROUD OF YOU JACK. c': ))

"Remember... these are dreams that I won't ever really achieve," she corrected gently, knowing that her life would never. "Even if this war does end, I doubt it will be in my lifetime, and my prime for ballet will be gone here in the next few years. So unless the Order needs someone undercover in Boshoi Ballet Theatre, that dream will stay a dream forever." She laughed at the idea of a mission in a place of her dreams, knowing that the odds of such a perfect mission were low enough that not even the riskiest gambler would bet on it. "It's my favorite dream, though."

As Lavi choked she rubbed his back gently at his choking stumble, seeing a stark similarity between them. Sil kept her dancing to herself; it was personal and the definition of catharsis. "Oh, I see how it is," she stated before sliding into an over dramatic actress persona, recanting the tale of how she had ended up dancing for him in the first place to relate to him being hesitant to sing for her. "But Lavi, how could someone so unworthy as me dance for you?" Her voice became high and light, the back of her wrist draping theatrically against her forehead as she seemed faint. "No, please! I'm just an innocent wilting flower who cannot resist your masculine wiles... I am poorly and untrained, but alas, my feelings for you are stronger than the embarrassment I feel!"

((Good ;u; *Continues to hug to.* You can stay in my (pathetically small) bosom as long as you need. c: ))