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Tutu Pink Saturation, Snow White #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Pas de Deux
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Tutu Pink Saturation, Snow White #4. glass slipper
Supplies and Materials: saturation, miniature collection, photography, canvas, pastels (my current gen + romance card O2 "artistic endeavor"), chalk, novelty beads ("I seen you on the TV/I seen you on that show" - "Barry Williams Show", Peter Gabriel), glitter
Word Count: 2000
Rating: G
Characters: Tsuna, Evan, Cecily, Mariko
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a Tutu Pink tag, please?
2. first position
Evan only came to the benefit because Cecily had begged him.
The CEO was big on Community Outreach, especially when it involved Culture, so they were partnering with the Melbourne Ballet to stage a special production of The Nutcracker for underprivileged children. Cecily, along with almost all the rest of the PR department, was required to attend. He was in accounting, so he wasn't, but since she was between boyfriends, she'd called him. It would be unkind to let Cecily suffer that level of boredom alone. Besides, dancers tend to have great legs.
How could he say no to that?
~ * ~ * ~
Tsuna hated The Nutcracker. It was trite, it was overdone, and the audience was always ninety percent kids who couldn't behave and their bored parents who wanted them exposed to Classical Art. She would much rather--if she limited herself to Russians--dance Romeo and Juliet or Swan Lake.
On the other hand, she did like the idea of doing it as a benefit. And she was the Sugar Plum Fairy. There was that.
So she didn't bitch about it, except privately, and she put on her makeup and her smile and her toe shoes and waited for Act Two to begin.
5. tights
He had amazing blue eyes, and hair that was already starting to go white, even though he probaby wasn't any older than Tsuna--maybe twenty-seven, twenty-eight?
It made him look distinguished, more handsome. And he was charming, in that slightly-awkward way that meant he thought she was gorgeous but wasn't sure how to say it. Perfectly fine for the sort of vaguely flirtatious conversation that went on at events like this.
So, when she had to circulate and chat with other people, she took his hand and wrote her email on it, and glided away, wondering if he'd actually use it.
~ * ~ * ~
Cecily dragged him over, because she wanted to flirt with the Cavalier. Nevermind that, once he was no longer lifting the Sugar Plum Fairy up, he couldn't be more obviously gay if he was wearing a flashing neon sign. Cecily just liked flirting.
This meant that, since they were circulating together, Evan more or less had to introduce himself, awkward as it was.
But she smiled back at him, seemed to like him. She even gave him her email when they had to move on.
As soon as he could, he carefully copied it down somewhere that wouldn't get smudged.
8. jete
Evan waited until they'd been exchanging emails for two or three months (during which time he'd gone to see another of her shows--Don Quixote this time--and given her flowers after) before asking her out for an actual date. He had tickets to a 1940s film noir festival--weird as it was to watch movies from a thousand years ago, he had an almost absurd fondness for them. It had taken some wrangling for them to find a day that she had the time, but she'd finally managed.
They went to a little cafe she recommended, after, for coffee and to talk.
~ * ~ * ~
It took him longer than Tsuna had expected to ask her out. She'd been positive he would when he brought her flowers after Don Quixote.
She thought about asking herself, but decided it was better to keep this low-key, unless she was sure he wanted to move forward. She didn't have time for heartbreak.
But he finally asked, and they went to see The Maltese Falcon--she never thought she'd find someone who loved early films like her--then out for coffee.
She hadn't dated much, true, but she was still pretty sure this was the best first date she'd ever had.
1. en pointe
Tsuna asked him to move in after they'd been dating (properly) for six months. Her apartment was bigger than his, and she was sure by now he was in this for the long haul. And he could put up with the weird hours she sometimes had to keep, despite having a regular 9-5 job himself.
And she knew, 'cause he'd mentioned it, that his lease was up at the end of the month and his landlord was hiking up the rent.
It was the right time, the right person, and the right move. He thought so too, and said yes.
~ * ~ * ~
She asked him to move in literally thirty seconds before Evan suggested they get an apartment together--his lease was almost up, and if he was going to pay more rent, he wanted it to be in a bigger place, one that could fit them both anyway. But she had asked first, so he didn't have to.
They spent a Saturday afternoon--it was the off-season for her--packing up his clothes and books (she already had furniture), her asking questions about the various random things he had scattered through his apartment, bringing in the last boxes just as the sun finished setting.
3. toe shoe
The first time Evan woke up to loud banging coming from the kitchen, he'd though someone was breaking in.
It was probably a comical sight, seeing him run in wearing only his boxers, with a calculus textbook as a makeshift weapon, only to find her banging a pair of toe shoes against the counter.
Oh. Right. She'd mentioned once how much of a pain breaking in new ones could be, and that this was a good way to do it without breaking the box, or something.
He just hadn't realized it would be quite that loud when she did it.
~ * ~ * ~
He talked to himself while he was working.
Tsuna was pretty sure he didn't realize he did it, and it was sort of cute most of the time, muttering arithmetic reminders to himself, or making grocery lists, or doing problems from higher-level math textbooks. Which was his hobby. Mind-boggling.
Sometimes, though, when she was trying to focus on a particularly difficult bit of footwork, or checking to make sure she didn't have any runs in her tights--something that needed a lot of focus, in other words--she wished he knew he did it, so she could tell him to shut up.
4. leotard
One day, Tsuna invited him to join her on her usual warmup routine, at least for the stretching part. Increased flexibility was always a good thing, and the exercises were easier and more fun when working together. He would never be as flexible as she was--being a man and not trained to it from as early as she had been--but he seemed to enjoy it, as much as he glowered when he stretched too far and it hurt.
When that happened, she smiled, kissed him on top of his head, and helped him up before moving on to the barre.
~ * ~ * ~
Evan loved teaching her how to cook. The first meal she made by herself always remained one of his favorites. White rice, zucchini and onions sauteed in garlic and olive oil, baked boneless chicken covered in balsamic vinegar and dried oregano. She'd cooked the vegetables a little too long, and put in a little too much vinegar so he couldn't taste the rest, but it was still amazing, because she'd made it.
Even if he did most of the cooking for the rest of their relationship, every year, on his birthday, she'd make that same dinner, and he loved it.
7. plie
Three years after moving in, on the day she told him, over breakfast, that the upcoming season would be her last as a performer, Evan went ring-shopping.
After a couple hours, he found the perfect ring. It had a thin gold band, that wouldn't overwhelm her delicate-looking hands, with a small diamond in a setting that looked like a stylized rose, surrounded by tiny rubies. It was in his price range, even, which he'd been worried about, despite his newly-increased salary. He bought it on the spot and slipped the ring box into his pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.
~ * ~ * ~
After calling her parents and her sister, Tsuna sat back and studied her ring. It was beautiful. Distinguished.
She smiled to herself, remembering that was one of the first things she'd thought about him.
She went out the next morning, before rehearsal, to find a gold chain for it. She didn't want to take it off entirely unless she had to for a performance, but she was afraid of it flying off her finger. Leotards were tight, so the setting would probably dig in a bit, but if she wore it that way for rehearsals, she wouldn't have to worry.
9. pirouette
Tusna's reception dress was simple--close to her body, white, with a sheer overlay that fell in lose ripples over her breasts. She'd worn a formal kimono to the actual ceremony, but that had been private, with only their families--and Cecily, his sister in all but blood.
The reception was for everyone. She'd decided to wear a dress from his family's tradition with the heirloom hairpiece her mother had given her.
She smiled into the mirror, turning to make sure she hadn't stepped on or ripped out her hem while dressing, then joined her loved ones in celebrating her new life.
~ * ~ * ~
Evan's favorite parts of the reception were the toasts. Cecily's was humorous--claiming credit for the whole thing (well, Cecily had dragged him to the benefit where they met), then wishing them luck and joy. Her sister had been more emotional, telling him that he couldn't be more perfect for her if he tried.
The rest of it--the dinner, the gifts, spending the day with friends and family--had all been wonderful, but the messages from their sisters, and the vision of his wife in her dress, were the parts he would carry closest to him for the rest of his life.
6. tutu
When they got back from their honeymoon, Evan used his contacts to find a studio for her. She was retired from the stage, but that didn't mean she wanted to quit working entirely.
He found a place for rent in a shopping center about ten minutes from their apartment. Some modifications would need to be made--it had been a clothing store--but it was the right size for what she needed, and a good location.
When he took her to see it, to make sure, she kissed him and squeezed his hand tight, and that was all the answer he needed.
~ * ~ * ~
It took Tsuna a few years to get her studio off the ground, but, slowly, she attracted more students--from the very beginners, as young as four or five, to girls beginning to explore pointe work and boys on the same level. She wasn't interested in coaching adults, or choreographing for a company, or going into directing. She wanted to teach children--whether they were doing this for a hobby, or because their parents made them, or because they really wanted to be professionals.
As much as she'd hated having small children in the audience, she loved having them in her studio.
10. ballerina
Mariko wasn't interested in ballet.
Not that Tsuna had expected her to, or wanted the grueling life of a professional dancer for her little girl, but she was a little sad that they couldn't share that.
To her surprise, though, Mariko had a fondness for Japanese traditional dance, something Tsuna had learned in childhood, but not practiced, as her career and her focus were ballet.
So she worked with Mariko on that, teaching her grace and discipline and strength, helping her find the simple joy in her fan flicking open with a perfect swish.
She couldn't ask for anything better.
~ * ~ * ~
Mariko wasn't interested in numbers.
She was smart, and intellectual, which Evan had hoped for. She was smarter than he was, probably. She just wasn't interested in the same subjects.
What she was interested in was language. Not just learning them--though she did, as many as she could, human languages and Alien, modern languages and archaic, from one, two, three thousand years ago--but also in breaking them down to their component parts.
So he did some studying on logic puzzles, and she brought him syntactic and semantic questions, and they did the math together.
He couldn't ask for anything better.
Story: Pas de Deux
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Tutu Pink Saturation, Snow White #4. glass slipper
Supplies and Materials: saturation, miniature collection, photography, canvas, pastels (my current gen + romance card O2 "artistic endeavor"), chalk, novelty beads ("I seen you on the TV/I seen you on that show" - "Barry Williams Show", Peter Gabriel), glitter
Word Count: 2000
Rating: G
Characters: Tsuna, Evan, Cecily, Mariko
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a Tutu Pink tag, please?
2. first position
Evan only came to the benefit because Cecily had begged him.
The CEO was big on Community Outreach, especially when it involved Culture, so they were partnering with the Melbourne Ballet to stage a special production of The Nutcracker for underprivileged children. Cecily, along with almost all the rest of the PR department, was required to attend. He was in accounting, so he wasn't, but since she was between boyfriends, she'd called him. It would be unkind to let Cecily suffer that level of boredom alone. Besides, dancers tend to have great legs.
How could he say no to that?
~ * ~ * ~
Tsuna hated The Nutcracker. It was trite, it was overdone, and the audience was always ninety percent kids who couldn't behave and their bored parents who wanted them exposed to Classical Art. She would much rather--if she limited herself to Russians--dance Romeo and Juliet or Swan Lake.
On the other hand, she did like the idea of doing it as a benefit. And she was the Sugar Plum Fairy. There was that.
So she didn't bitch about it, except privately, and she put on her makeup and her smile and her toe shoes and waited for Act Two to begin.
5. tights
He had amazing blue eyes, and hair that was already starting to go white, even though he probaby wasn't any older than Tsuna--maybe twenty-seven, twenty-eight?
It made him look distinguished, more handsome. And he was charming, in that slightly-awkward way that meant he thought she was gorgeous but wasn't sure how to say it. Perfectly fine for the sort of vaguely flirtatious conversation that went on at events like this.
So, when she had to circulate and chat with other people, she took his hand and wrote her email on it, and glided away, wondering if he'd actually use it.
~ * ~ * ~
Cecily dragged him over, because she wanted to flirt with the Cavalier. Nevermind that, once he was no longer lifting the Sugar Plum Fairy up, he couldn't be more obviously gay if he was wearing a flashing neon sign. Cecily just liked flirting.
This meant that, since they were circulating together, Evan more or less had to introduce himself, awkward as it was.
But she smiled back at him, seemed to like him. She even gave him her email when they had to move on.
As soon as he could, he carefully copied it down somewhere that wouldn't get smudged.
8. jete
Evan waited until they'd been exchanging emails for two or three months (during which time he'd gone to see another of her shows--Don Quixote this time--and given her flowers after) before asking her out for an actual date. He had tickets to a 1940s film noir festival--weird as it was to watch movies from a thousand years ago, he had an almost absurd fondness for them. It had taken some wrangling for them to find a day that she had the time, but she'd finally managed.
They went to a little cafe she recommended, after, for coffee and to talk.
~ * ~ * ~
It took him longer than Tsuna had expected to ask her out. She'd been positive he would when he brought her flowers after Don Quixote.
She thought about asking herself, but decided it was better to keep this low-key, unless she was sure he wanted to move forward. She didn't have time for heartbreak.
But he finally asked, and they went to see The Maltese Falcon--she never thought she'd find someone who loved early films like her--then out for coffee.
She hadn't dated much, true, but she was still pretty sure this was the best first date she'd ever had.
1. en pointe
Tsuna asked him to move in after they'd been dating (properly) for six months. Her apartment was bigger than his, and she was sure by now he was in this for the long haul. And he could put up with the weird hours she sometimes had to keep, despite having a regular 9-5 job himself.
And she knew, 'cause he'd mentioned it, that his lease was up at the end of the month and his landlord was hiking up the rent.
It was the right time, the right person, and the right move. He thought so too, and said yes.
~ * ~ * ~
She asked him to move in literally thirty seconds before Evan suggested they get an apartment together--his lease was almost up, and if he was going to pay more rent, he wanted it to be in a bigger place, one that could fit them both anyway. But she had asked first, so he didn't have to.
They spent a Saturday afternoon--it was the off-season for her--packing up his clothes and books (she already had furniture), her asking questions about the various random things he had scattered through his apartment, bringing in the last boxes just as the sun finished setting.
3. toe shoe
The first time Evan woke up to loud banging coming from the kitchen, he'd though someone was breaking in.
It was probably a comical sight, seeing him run in wearing only his boxers, with a calculus textbook as a makeshift weapon, only to find her banging a pair of toe shoes against the counter.
Oh. Right. She'd mentioned once how much of a pain breaking in new ones could be, and that this was a good way to do it without breaking the box, or something.
He just hadn't realized it would be quite that loud when she did it.
~ * ~ * ~
He talked to himself while he was working.
Tsuna was pretty sure he didn't realize he did it, and it was sort of cute most of the time, muttering arithmetic reminders to himself, or making grocery lists, or doing problems from higher-level math textbooks. Which was his hobby. Mind-boggling.
Sometimes, though, when she was trying to focus on a particularly difficult bit of footwork, or checking to make sure she didn't have any runs in her tights--something that needed a lot of focus, in other words--she wished he knew he did it, so she could tell him to shut up.
4. leotard
One day, Tsuna invited him to join her on her usual warmup routine, at least for the stretching part. Increased flexibility was always a good thing, and the exercises were easier and more fun when working together. He would never be as flexible as she was--being a man and not trained to it from as early as she had been--but he seemed to enjoy it, as much as he glowered when he stretched too far and it hurt.
When that happened, she smiled, kissed him on top of his head, and helped him up before moving on to the barre.
~ * ~ * ~
Evan loved teaching her how to cook. The first meal she made by herself always remained one of his favorites. White rice, zucchini and onions sauteed in garlic and olive oil, baked boneless chicken covered in balsamic vinegar and dried oregano. She'd cooked the vegetables a little too long, and put in a little too much vinegar so he couldn't taste the rest, but it was still amazing, because she'd made it.
Even if he did most of the cooking for the rest of their relationship, every year, on his birthday, she'd make that same dinner, and he loved it.
7. plie
Three years after moving in, on the day she told him, over breakfast, that the upcoming season would be her last as a performer, Evan went ring-shopping.
After a couple hours, he found the perfect ring. It had a thin gold band, that wouldn't overwhelm her delicate-looking hands, with a small diamond in a setting that looked like a stylized rose, surrounded by tiny rubies. It was in his price range, even, which he'd been worried about, despite his newly-increased salary. He bought it on the spot and slipped the ring box into his pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.
~ * ~ * ~
After calling her parents and her sister, Tsuna sat back and studied her ring. It was beautiful. Distinguished.
She smiled to herself, remembering that was one of the first things she'd thought about him.
She went out the next morning, before rehearsal, to find a gold chain for it. She didn't want to take it off entirely unless she had to for a performance, but she was afraid of it flying off her finger. Leotards were tight, so the setting would probably dig in a bit, but if she wore it that way for rehearsals, she wouldn't have to worry.
9. pirouette
Tusna's reception dress was simple--close to her body, white, with a sheer overlay that fell in lose ripples over her breasts. She'd worn a formal kimono to the actual ceremony, but that had been private, with only their families--and Cecily, his sister in all but blood.
The reception was for everyone. She'd decided to wear a dress from his family's tradition with the heirloom hairpiece her mother had given her.
She smiled into the mirror, turning to make sure she hadn't stepped on or ripped out her hem while dressing, then joined her loved ones in celebrating her new life.
~ * ~ * ~
Evan's favorite parts of the reception were the toasts. Cecily's was humorous--claiming credit for the whole thing (well, Cecily had dragged him to the benefit where they met), then wishing them luck and joy. Her sister had been more emotional, telling him that he couldn't be more perfect for her if he tried.
The rest of it--the dinner, the gifts, spending the day with friends and family--had all been wonderful, but the messages from their sisters, and the vision of his wife in her dress, were the parts he would carry closest to him for the rest of his life.
6. tutu
When they got back from their honeymoon, Evan used his contacts to find a studio for her. She was retired from the stage, but that didn't mean she wanted to quit working entirely.
He found a place for rent in a shopping center about ten minutes from their apartment. Some modifications would need to be made--it had been a clothing store--but it was the right size for what she needed, and a good location.
When he took her to see it, to make sure, she kissed him and squeezed his hand tight, and that was all the answer he needed.
~ * ~ * ~
It took Tsuna a few years to get her studio off the ground, but, slowly, she attracted more students--from the very beginners, as young as four or five, to girls beginning to explore pointe work and boys on the same level. She wasn't interested in coaching adults, or choreographing for a company, or going into directing. She wanted to teach children--whether they were doing this for a hobby, or because their parents made them, or because they really wanted to be professionals.
As much as she'd hated having small children in the audience, she loved having them in her studio.
10. ballerina
Mariko wasn't interested in ballet.
Not that Tsuna had expected her to, or wanted the grueling life of a professional dancer for her little girl, but she was a little sad that they couldn't share that.
To her surprise, though, Mariko had a fondness for Japanese traditional dance, something Tsuna had learned in childhood, but not practiced, as her career and her focus were ballet.
So she worked with Mariko on that, teaching her grace and discipline and strength, helping her find the simple joy in her fan flicking open with a perfect swish.
She couldn't ask for anything better.
~ * ~ * ~
Mariko wasn't interested in numbers.
She was smart, and intellectual, which Evan had hoped for. She was smarter than he was, probably. She just wasn't interested in the same subjects.
What she was interested in was language. Not just learning them--though she did, as many as she could, human languages and Alien, modern languages and archaic, from one, two, three thousand years ago--but also in breaking them down to their component parts.
So he did some studying on logic puzzles, and she brought him syntactic and semantic questions, and they did the math together.
He couldn't ask for anything better.
no subject
They really couldn't be more perfect for each other if they tried, could they? And then their daughter is like them, but not exactly like either of them. I love that.
no subject
Pretty much :D Even with the little habits
that get you downthey have that tick each other off from time to time,they never feel the urge to murder each other over itthey love each other dearly.((Chicago references? What Chicago references? XD))