— Closed starter for Chiyo (@cageddoves)
Inhye watched as the ballerina posed to perfection. From the very tips of her fingers to her chin, down to her pointed toes, it appeared as though not a fraction of her was out of place. Chiyo was stunning. Inhye couldn't help but let her eyes travel across her form with an awe and envy that she had long since thought she'd relinquished. Sure, shooting brides constantly gave her a feeling of pride and perhaps longing. But there was something so striking about the way an athlete carried themselves. Something that made Inhye's chest pull tight. It was a beauty she'd left on the ice long ago.
"That's it, good," she said appreciatively, the practiced encouragement coming with ease and shaking her from her reverie. A flash, illuminating the entire space from a millisecond. Shadows fell and faded in one instant. Stepping back briefly, Inhye leaned into her own pose again. This time she crouched low and extended her own foot to capture an angle that gave Chiyo the high ground, the power.
When she'd offered to take Chiyo's professional shots, she'd wondered whether she might be up to the task. Now, it was silly that she'd even considered possible failure. Chiyo made this as easy as breathing. "How long have you been studying ballet for Chiyo?" she asked, hoping to relax the other woman even more. "You look like you could do this in your sleep!"













