A duel sense of [ CRAWLING ]. The most significant signature belonging at the base of their [ NECK ]. But, that isn’t to disregard the dread rolling through their body. A sense of... eggshells? But I didn’t say anything off. Ballerinas know where to plant their feet, so it goes without saying they would notice that sort of imbalance in the foundation.Â
Its that shift that throws them so greatly. Ballerinas, painters, players... they all survey their surroundings before they settle. But seems their boat was pushed from shore...? No, they shouldn’t have docked at all--
Stupid to think anything else.
But, still, to feel themselves fall to such a height to be looked down on? The warmth of their spotlight is known... Expected, in this dance. But his?Â
You don’t like it when people analyze you. So why are you directing it at me? And- ... And how do you know that?!
... Stupid, they could almost laugh from the shame of it as they hurry back to their room. Almost, if the regret wasn’t so palpable. Almost, if they didn’t feel themselves slipping in real time. Almost-- Almost if they didn’t feel that cold sweat building and that feeling of being [ 19;20;15;12;5;14 ] in a matter of seconds dragging at their heels.Â
... A crack in the foundation, even one so simple--... It needs to be fixed or destroyed all together.Â
“Do you think it’s on purpose or does she even notice?” ...
Something to be worked on.Â
Did you have to mock me like that?
