http://whichswan.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] whichswan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-06-05 09:15 am

no thinking for a little while

Who: Nina Sayers and EVERYONE (I'll fix the tags as people come in)
What: a ballet recital
When: June 5
Where: the Ballroom
Rating: PG for now

The ballroom has been transformed into a theater of sorts, the walls and floors pitch black as well as the chairs spreading in meticulous rows from the stage. Black curtains hang heavily from the ceiling while strobe lights burn a feathered white circle onto the stage.

A program has been placed on each seat:

♔ Variations ♔
Swan Lake, Act II, Odette
The Sylphide, Act II, Sylphide
Giselle, Act I, Giselle

In honor of Angel


The lights dim before the show begins.

Nina steps onto the spotlight in a white swan costume to begin her Odette variation with all the technical mastery required for the part, tragedy written in the curve of her swan wings. She is close enough to perfect; beautiful and fragile. She steps offstage to return as the Sylphide, the untouchable woman of airy delight, who withers and dies when love, unknowingly, binds her to the material world. Chastity becomes her, becoming almost barren in her interpretation.

Lastly she becomes Giselle, the peasant girl who dances like satin and cream. Graceful yet childlike, she is oblivious to all but her lover, the apple of her eye.

Nina gestures for the audience to stay for one last encore before exiting the stage.
She's not quite prepared for the hug, still focused on reeling her words and thoughts back to a more manageable center. Still she returns the embrace easily, a few more words offered into Nina's shoulder.

"You were beautiful. Really."

As Fred pulls back, her smile grows by several degrees. Almost like a dial being turned as she replays the performance in her mind.

"And I don't know how you got him to do that."

There's an unspoken compliment there, overshadowing the curiosity. She's been too many places and seen too many things that favored words like 'dark' and 'lonely' and 'painful' to not know how to appreciate the things that were not.
Her head tilts slightly as she listens to Nina's admission. Fred doesn't lose her smile, it simply becomes something more thoughtful.

"Well, I'm not really so sure it matters how you got him to. Just that you did."

She she means that, genuinely. It's good that Wesley had something else to direct his attention towards, especially in the past week. Of course it also means they are still keeping secrets from each other. But couldn't the same be said of her?

Nina's words bring her back.

"I -- haven't exactly been around."
"I've know Wesley a long time, now. I don't think you're going to force him into anything he doesn't really want to do." Just look at her own inability to keep him in the same room as her his first few months here. Still, she means the words to be reassuring.

Hopefully they are.

"And we can talk about it sometime. But not tonight. Tonight is your night."

She offers the other woman a smile.