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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 3:34 pm
It wasn't exactly raining out, but the mist that hung over the city seemed to mute everything into shades of gray and blue, the grass dry in spite of this. The early evening sky was marred by streaks of fog, and the just dawning moon was a pale, watery yellow half hidden behind a cluster of clouds.
Auguste, of course, found it beautiful.
It was breezy out, but not freezing; the air smelled of rain (a favorite scent) and it was not yet pitch dark outside. Instead, it was the transitional period between afternoon and evening that made the sky a faded aqua tinged purpleish orange at the horizon. Just cool enough for a light sweater and just warm enough not to feel chilled while wearing it.
He was dressed in his usual post-rehearsal clothing of a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater, though Auguste had not come from rehearsal. It had been unexpectedly cancelled due to a family emergency for his dance instructor, and he was now standing on a low slung wall a few blocks from the studio.
A hum of music escaped him; a piece of classical nature, something he was listening to through the headphones in his ears. Auguste had thought that, in spite of not having rehearsal, practice was still necessary, and so he'd stopped at a favored spot just on the edge of the Destiny City Park, close to the heart of the city.
The music wasn't audible to anyone other than himself, thanks to the headphones, but Auguste twisted and leapt gracefully, shifted easily and quickly to a kneel, rolled, and was on his feet again within seconds, bending and extending an arm out, palm up.
The recital was drawing closer; preparation was important, of course.eight remember that time I forgot to start this
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 11:42 am
These were Heidi's favorite kinds of days. Sure, she loved excitement. And sure, she loved people and all the noise they made, but sometimes just sitting with an umbrella on a bench while the sky tried desperately to turn mist into rain was nice as well. Everything was put away in her bag in favor of just listening to the quiet of a park with few people in it, since apparently to most people rain equated to death and therefor needed to be avoided at all costs. People were silly sometimes. After some time her eyes were closed and she just allowed herself to listen, her head swaying side to side with some gentle melody in her head, one that came out in a hum to match something she didn't realize she was hearing. Until she did, and then her eyes opened and her humming stopped. Eh? Was someone still here? She rose to her feet and began to make her way down the nearby walkway, looking all around for some sign of life until she found it in the form of a man dancing. Heidi stopped to watch him, eyes wide and lips parted in a small o shape as she admired the way he moved, almost as if he had no bones. Her head tilted slightly to one side and she settled where she was, remaining standing in one place with her umbrella over her to protect her from the misting rain, and remained quiet to simply admire him. Hopefully without disturbing him too much.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 8:11 pm
Auguste had no idea that he was being watched, and continued on the way he had, easing gracefully from one poise to the next with a dignity and ease that had stemmed from years of practice. He was not a ballet dancer, not like Colin, but his training had included some form of ballet, along with ballroom and modern.
It was modern that he practiced now, lost in his own world. Auguste swayed and twisted, going up onto his toes and spinning in a circle before shifting back down to a knee, one leg stretched out to the side, hands palm down on the ground in front of him. He switched to the other leg and then rose, twisted, and spun again, until at last came to a stop with one arm extended out behind him and another tucked in against his waist.
Auguste was breathing heavily now, but held the pose until the last note in his headphones ebbed away and the song ended. He lowered his arm, shifted his feet so that he could stand properly, and pulled the earbuds out, exhaling a breath.
And noticed he was no longer alone.
"Oh!" said Auguste, his cheeks flushing a little, but there was a smile on his face. "Hello! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 11:08 am
Wow! This person was really good! Were..were they a man? She had assumed so at first but now she was having trouble figuring it out. For a moment her pale face was tinted with pink as she embarrassed herself with the very thought. That was rude, wasn't it. She shouldn't be thinking like that. Just. Appreciate the dance, Heidi. They were really good. And really pretty. When finally they stopped and noticed her she blushed again, giving a little laugh and waving a hand. "No, no! Don't be sorry! It's totally fine. I was just passing by, I didn't mean to interrupt! Um..you're really good!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:40 pm
Auguste felt his face flush with pleasure at the compliment, his cheeks warming. "Thank you," he said, beaming at her. One hand rose and adjusted the shoulder of his overlarge sweater before he came towards her, a little spring in his step.
"Were you just passing through?" he asked, linking his fingers behind his back. "Do you dance at all? My name's Auguste, by the way," he added hastily, because politeness was something ingrained in him that he could not help but expel back out. "Auguste d - Auguste Atwell."
He'd almost said his former last name; the name change was still something he was getting used to, but it was a source of pride for him now.
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