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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.
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:
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.
AFTER THE SHOW (the Troll Wes thread if anyone cares to XD )
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I was surprised to see you didn't trip over your own feet even once.
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It's a genuine question with no ulterior motive behind it. He simply wants to know.
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She paused for a moment, sipping from her glass again. "Have you managed to get all the cat hair out of your bedding yet?" A small acknowledgement to the fact that he had taken care of her for the time she spent stuck as an uppity Burmese.
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Instead, she just shrugged her shoulder, her mask back in place before anyone could notice it had been gone. "You were the warmest spot. It was only natural."
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She almost entirely succeeded.
As Fred crossed the room she tucked one hand out of view, and moved into behind Wesley's back. There was a moment where she simply enjoyed the view she was favored with, before tapping him briskly on the back.
"Fancy meeting you here. I can't imagine way I thought you weren't coming."
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"Fancy meeting you here, indeed. I apologise for the necessary subterfuge but I'd promised Nina that it would be an absolute secret that I was performing the duet with her as an encore."
His gaze drank in the sight of her and he couldn't help but be rather impressed by her outfit. The teal off the shoulder dress was simple but elegant and definitely complemented by the golden greek-influenced accents in her jewelry and shoes.
"You look amazing." He told her sincerely, wishing he could have taken her on a proper date.
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"You don't look so bad yourself." And because it couldn't go unsaid. "Now, and before." He knew well enough what she meant. Fred's free hand unconsciously traced along the lines of her dress now that Wesley'd called attention to it.
"And it's all right." Even though at the time she'd not known what to make of his refusal. "Angel stood me me up too. But I promised Nina that I'd come, so here I am."
She looked him over again, gaze accessing as Fred remembered once again his recent performance. "It couldn't have just been the once. You must've been practicing for weeks. You were...." Whatever misgiving she had over more, newer secrets being kept were put away for the moment. Still unable to find the right words Fred pulled a single, burgundy rose from behind her back.
"Here, this is for you. It's not as much as I got Nina, but I didn't know you'd be here."
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"I still can't believe I let her talk me into wearing that. What was I thinking? I'm never going to live that down."
The presentation of the rose took him completely by surprise. In fact Wes couldn't remember ever having been given a flower before. He takes the flower, smiles warmly and inhales its scent briefly.
"I--Thank you. I hope that I acquitted myself reasonably well."
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Her smile tilted slightly.
"And I think you were thinking how much it would mean to Nina. She told me how much it meant, when she visited after. She was worried that you did it just to keep her from crying. The dancing part, I mean. Not the costume."
But on that note?
"...not that I minded."
She thought he looked lovely. Not that he wanted to probably hear that word.
"And it was wonderful, Wesley. You and Nina, both. I couldn't keep my eyes of either of you. I think it was even better than when we went before."
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At the mention of Nina, he nodded, chuckling for a moment.
"I did want to help her practice since she expressed annoyance at not having a partner to go through the duets. However, had I known then what it would turn into, I might not have said yes...it took on rather a life of its own."
His gaze grew a touch warmer when Fred implied that she liked seeing him in his costume. But then, at her final comment, his smile faltered.
She couldn't have known. How could she? But the assertion couldn't help but bring back certain painful memories for him. He attempted to regain his composure again.
"I'm not sure if that would be possible. After all it was a rather magical night." In more ways than one.
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"From everything I could see Wesley, you looked good. Not a thing worth being embarrassed over." Which of course they bother knew she'd seen plenty. Of course she'd taken dance herself all the way up until the eighth grade, so it wasn't anything she hadn't been exposed to. "And anyway, I just dressed up for you and Lorne. It's only fair that you should return the favor, I think. A sort of 'I'll show you mine, you'll show me yours'."
Before her teasing words settled, however, Fred noticed the flicker of change in his expression. Her mind worked, tying to sort out what it meant. Maybe he still didn't realize just how good he'd been. She took a step forward, dropping what she hoped was a reassuring hand on his arm.
"You really were just as good, Wesley. If not better. They were all trapped, hardly more than ghosts. They didn't have a choice. You wanted to be there. That make's a difference."
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"I meant for you. It must have been a magical night for you and Gunn."
He forced himself to smile and say it in a way which hopefully didn't give away his own feelings on how that particular night had gone. How devastating it had been for him. Performing Giselle...it had been a challenge to himself. An attempt to move past the past. But it wasn't always easy to do.
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With her hand still draped on his arm, she could feel the tension that'd seemingly settled though his body. Something still wasn't right.
"It was. I liked to think it was that way for all of us. Well, except for Groo coming back. It was lovely right up until he point I was convinced he was going to bleed out in front of me. Right on the heels of Cordy telling me I actually might have a chance..."
Then, suddenly understanding dawned.
"You saw us."
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"Actually, I'd asked Cordelia to sound you out on my behalf. She seemed to think you were interested. It was all just a silly misunderstanding, obviously. But I'm glad it worked out for you."
It was difficult for him to say. It suddenly felt as if he were back there, on that night. Trying to look anywhere but at her. At the two of them, exchanging secret looks and smiles. The blossoming of new love, while his own hopes had been crushed.
But it was a long time ago now. Even longer for Fred. Years for her. It was ridiculous to dwell on it now. He was being ridiculous. Looking down at the rose in his hand, he smelled it again, reminding himself that she'd just given it to him. Things were different now.
It didn't always hurt anymore.
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At the same time, Fred didn't apologize. And not because of the rule that still stood between them. But because her time with Charles mattered, and before it went wrong? There was so much that went right. Just as Wesley'd said, it had worked. She loved him, a part of her always would.
Off that thought, Fred brought herself even closer to Wesley. Very deliberately and intently putting herself squarely in his presence. If only remind him that she was there. Whatever they were, however they were? She was there.
"So this is your night, then. Your ballet. What would you like to do with it?"
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Then he couldn't help but be aware of her proximity when she drew closer. Whatever phantoms from the past he still struggled with, they paled in comparison to her presence, here and now. His gaze locked with hers, and no-one else in the room mattered at that moment.
"I'd like to go up on the roof and drink more champagne with you. And I also think we ought to plan a proper date. It's high time, wouldn't you agree?"
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