#mediumsizedbodt

[mediumsizedbodt]

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[scoutinglegionballerina]

Ballet AU || mediumsizedbodt

There was about 15 minutes before class started. It was cold out, and Risa was bundled in various layers to keep warm. The studio was always kept a little colder, and she knew she'd be wearing at least two layers to warm up in.

Her new pointe shoes had come in last week and Risa was still in the process of breaking them in. Yesterday she had slammed them in the sliding patio door to loosen the shank. Dancing in them would be absolute misery for the next few weeks. At least it was Friday and she had dinner with Marco to look forward to after class. 

"Hey you," she greeted the freckled boy in the lobby of the studio. "You still up for dinner after class?"

[princessoftrost]

♥, ♠, ✓, ☮, ★

♥ — What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

Love is an emotion that Jeanne is afraid of. In a world full of death, love is the last thing she wants. Love means pain and suffering in the end.

♠ — What are they afraid of?

Losing everyone she cares for. All her friends are those people she couldn't stand losing.

✓ — How do they react to praise?

Kirschtein let's it get to her head but accepts it only if she thinks she deserves it.

☮ — Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

Marco is the person to looks up to the most. He is what she wishes to be.

★ — Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

Night.

It's safer for all of them.

[princessoftrost]

❀❀❀ ((I like what I`ve seen!~))

It's not gonna get much better.. -hugs then rolls way into corner-

[princessoftrost]

Welcome to The Tent | @mediumsizedbodt

          It had been nearly two weeks since Thomas had fallen, already released from his place in the Circus. Jeanne was still left without a partner for her performance piece in the show. The blonde was getting angry when Erwin kept telling her the same thing. "You're partner is on his way, just wait."

          Once the girl set foot into the aerial tent for practice, all talking stopped and turned into pointed whispers toward her. It didn't bother her. Losing Thomas did hurt, but she needed to worry more about how the Circus was going to be affected because this group of people was her family now.

          Amber eyes set upon the unused straps that were in the center of the tent. A hollow ache went through her muscles. She missed the strain of the rope on her arms. Taking her spot in the center of the tent, she started stretching her body. The basic, then her odd ones that more comments jabbed at her than not. Always tuning out the crowd and focusing on the task. Not hearing the fact that someone has approached her till she was four feet.

                                        "Jeanne, I'd like you to meet your new partner." Erwin started, gesturing tot he freckled male next to him. "Marco Bodt, from the Jinae Circus"

                                        "What do you expect me to do with him, Erwin? He won't replace Thomas." she hissed, acting as if he wasn't there. "And I wasn't expecting you get someone so-.. small."

[bluntkindness]

Marco comes up from behind her, wrapping a thin scarf around her neck and tying it in a cute knot as he leans in and whispers in her ear: "Your marks are showing. I thought I`d tell you before anyone else did.~" He smiled, giving her a pat on the head when he was done.

My muse has love bites in the most indiscreet of places and has failed to cover them. What does your muse do/say?

"Ah…" She looked down at the scarf, and adjusted it to so it was a bit more comfortable before smiling up at Marco. "Thank you Marco. That’d be bad if lots of people saw them yeah?" She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of the bruises but she knew rumors and other sorts of problems would come if other people were to see them.

[scoutinglegionballerina]

I have three long multi-paragraph replies sitting in my drafts right now and I've been trying to make Risa cooperate with me and she won't so to those of you that are waiting I am so sorry.

I am going to try and get to them by tonight. I haven't forgotten about you guys. I'm so sorry

[bluntkindness]

(≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ

SEND ME A (≚ᄌ≚)ƵƵ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO YOURS CRAWLING INTO BED WITH THEM.

Burrel stretched with a yawn as she settled into her bunk. Today’s training had been longer than usual and she felt even more tired and sore than usual. Not long after she had settled in however, she felt someone lift the blanket and lay next to her.

"Whoa hey this is not your- Wait Marco? The hell boy?" She sat up raising an eyebrow at the black haired male. "Look I don’t mind sharing but can I ask why?"