Dream-Escape
plot w/ @vulpe-mp
- POV 2 -
There was never a moment Huachang slipped willingly into a crowded place just tot take in the sights or ever to explore but for some reason the festival that befell the second day of his arrival he attempted to attend. To find someone he was looking for, the curiously gaze at the strange and random things every stand held. Of course it didn’t mean he was comfortable, in fact Huachang did everything he could to avoid any large masses of people as he wandered, slipping around like a little snake made of grace only approaching booths with little to no occupancy..it was extra work but it was better than triggering himself. Yes the food smelled good, a booth far off was selling a treat he loved and many of the pretty things he was were of interest but it was the music that drew him deeper. The sounds of traditional music was thick in the air overshadowing the modern blares over far off speakers. There was nothing that could match the way old fashioned music made him feel, like he could dance without a single care in the world, like nothing bad could ever touch him again. In reality Huachang was shy dancing in front of others, in front of anyone, only his previous instructor had seen him perform in private outside his stages. On stage he could listen to the music, feel it, and let go like there was no one but him in the theatre.. and that is what happened here. Suddenly his eyes were closed, body swaying back and forth only a little at first until his arms were lifting with the way the strings vibrated up from the ground and into his limbs pushing them to move. Huachang was thrust into his own little dream where only he existed and the world around him melted away as he began to dance with so much elegance in his movements people would think it unreal. Every step was filled with grace, his body moving with the likeness of flowing water down a stream, every twirl like a leaf fluttering gentle through the wind he was a garden of fluidity which was only made more mesmerizing by the robes he wore. Traditional dance in traditional hanfu, Huwchang didn’t dress up to perform but genuinely loved the past wears of his heritage, out of respect and comfort it was just something he wore. Without knowing or meaning to Huachang had become an unplanned attraction at the festival, a spectacle of beauty and wonder, crowds forming around him to observe the performance before them completely captivated by it. The break of dream to reality came when the music slowed to a stop and a sudden eruption of applause boomed through, whistling and cheers. Jumping from the sudden sounds Huachang’s hands rushed to his ears overstimulated and bothered by the sudden loud sounds directed to him. The crowd was thick, the anxieties in his chest swelling and he fled without hesitation leaving everyone confused but he didn’t care. Huachang rushed and even in his rush to get away his steps were pretty, graceful, carrying him like a feather to hide behind a large willow tree. He stood there a while, breathing in and out with his hands still secure over his ears.