Fleeting Steps
plot w/ @mpinsoo
- POV 1 -
Crowds. Huachang hated them, hated any means of needing to be around groups of people or in such high energy social interactions but this place was full of so many curiosities. The booths were filled with so many different things from food to knick-knacks to collectables, it was really the most curious thing.. But it was the music that drew Huachang in, made him stay even with the anxieties his body tingled with. Music that filled the floor and slipped up through your shoes and into your limbs pushing your body to move with it. For most it was the food, the lights, the thought of love or friends, material things that often brought people to these things but really.. the place would be so lost without music. Huachang hadn’t meant to start dancing, didn’t even mean to stay. He was shy of such thigs, dancing in front of anyone that wasn’t his former teacher; but sometimes when the music was so beautiful it pulled you into another world Huachang ended up there. Daydreaming a performance the dancer had no idea he was suddenly becoming an attraction at the festival unlisted before, a spectacle of beauty and grace in the way he moved.
Like water down a stream.
Being dressed the way he was, in traditional hanfu just because he enjoyed the past of his heritage, most probably viewed the sudden performance as a surprise mini event. Twirling, floating, Huachang and his robes made the boy’s slim figure look even more ethereal with the graceful way it moved. It really was like his feet had no weight, his body no limits in the way it bent or move, again people whispered that he looked as fluid and elegant as water. It wasn’t until he finally started to stop that the sudden clapping broke him from the feeling the music gave back into reality that slowly dawned on him... he had just danced and so many people were watching. The pads of his cheeks burned red his anxiety reaching its edge ready to pour over the tip. Huachang gave no second glances making a rush for anywhere he could get away from the crowd, hiding the best he could behind a rather large willow tree.
he wasn’t sure how long he had stayed there before he wondered off slowly away from the crowds slowly following the outskirt of the people to a bench, sitting there to try and not stand out. It wasn’t easy especially dressed the way he as. People who saw him perform kept coming up but he looked down, didn’t speak, Many walked away with a look of disappointment that the graceful beauty was ignoring them, being rude, in reality he just couldn’t speak. On top of that he was overwhelmed.. This was slowly proving to be a mistake coming out the way he did. Maybe he should go home.