#merante

[lady-stirling]

Can't believe we're getting a sequel!

Hope we see more of Merante and Odette!!!

[minayshiro]

I'm so obsessed with these two... 🥲❤️

[blackstar2711]

Some Stills of My Newest Merdette Edit and the Headcanons to each:

I hope That tomorrow you act with a little more dignity:

When Odette and Merante were younger they often went to the Pub. It was a time of freedom for them. Odette went earlier than Louis and it was her time to dance as her mind made her. She danced careless and wild, far away from any kind of judgement.

It was a late evening when Louis discovered her. He went to the Pub out of interest and out of boredom but something pulled him her. He watched her and was even more amazed by her dancing in the pub, than he was at her dancing in the Opera. It felt more real. More personal. Like he had just seen the most vulnerable version of Odette. It wasn’t her fault when someone drunk let his bottle fall and Odette stepped on hit. It was a simple reaction to catch her and yet she stared at him, his hand wrapped around her waist. He smiled shyly at her and said one simpel sentence: “I hope that tomorrow you act with a little more dignity”

2. You have the lightness of a depressed elephant!

It was the thing these two heard the most in their time as younger students. It was the same thing their teacher would say, whenever Odette missed a step, Merantes hands were on the wrong spot of their dance didn’t vibe the right way. It was a habit when these two used this sentence.

3. You dance with right here…

Merante had often watched Odette fail. Not in a bad way, it didn’t made her a bad ballerina but in a way that was human. A way that after a long of studying her lessons the next morning weren’t perfect. It happened, that Odette forgot why she was dancing or even how to dance. Not because she couldn’t more in a way of her body couldn’t remember. He sighed lightly and always went to her after a few miserable tries. He kneeled in front of the young woman, tears in her eyes. “You know why you dance and how.”

“I can’t remember”

“You can. You dance with right here”

4. After ten years of cleaning you pick stuff up

It was the standard sentence when employees asked the cleaner how she knows so much about dancing. About choreographies, the music even the costumes. She never told them, never wanted to see pity in their eyes. Odette tried to calm them down with this sentence. She knever knew anything out of her past, she had always picked it up over the years.

[pikamz0]

Some Mérante and Odette drawings ❣

[greatmarta]

Happy birthday, @livehorses :-)

 Félicie didn’t think she could get this excited over a piece of paper.

Well, there was that time she got super excited about the picture of the Paris Opera that Victor had shown her, but the situation at hand was a whole new realm of excitement.

There was this document, full of serious-looking lines that proclaimed important-sounding words. This seemingly ordinary sheet was making Félicie’s heart beat leap, spin and tap-dance. And when Mama and Papa wrote their names on it, the euphoric can-can filled all of her blood vessels.

That moment, the adoption procedure was finalized. Félicie was now allowed to introduce herself as Félicie Mérante, daughter of Odette and Louis Mérante. They were now officially and irrevocably her Mama and Papa, and nobody in the world could do anything about it.

The three of them left the courthouse – the girl running circles around her newly confirmed parents, stopping every now and then to hug on or the other, their hands merely managing to brush her in return before she bolted forwards, squealing in delight. She couldn’t help it – she was so happy, so ridiculously happy, there was no way she could feel any happier than this.

Mama had to call her name three times before Félicie registered they have come to a halt. The girl needed another couple of seconds to notice the carriage by which they have stopped, and realize it must have been waiting for them.

“We took the liberty to prepare a little surprise for you,” explained Papa.

Félicie beamed, all of her nerves tingling with anticipation. She wasted no time hopping into the carriage, eager to get to their destination. All the way she fidgeted, moving from one window to the other, proclaiming her joy through happy squeals. Mama and Papa observed her in serene elation, exchanging meaningful gazes, smiling just as sincerely as they did on their wedding day.  

Finally, the carriage stopped and the girl jumped right out. In front of her was Le Vestibule au Paradis, the restaurant run by her friend Camille’s family. The sophisticated establishment served as mere background for a certain young man in an elegant suit.

“Victor!” exclaimed Félicie.

“Félicie!” exclaimed the young man. “Oh, pardon – Mademoiselle Félicie Mérante!” he corrected himself, performing an elaborate low bow.

Félicie laughed and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“And I’m so happy for you! I was supposed to wait inside, but I just had to be the first to call you by your new name!” Victor’s smile dropped for a split second. “I AM the first, am I?”

“The firstest of firsts!” proclaimed Félicie and immediately embraced him again.

When the young people exchanged warm greetings, Papa helped Mama disembark and paid the coachman.

Victor stood before them and performed another show of courtesy. “Monsieur et Madame Mérante, Lord be with you! May I please court your daughter?”

“Ask in another five years, young man,” said Papa, his amusement dulling out the warning.

“I will!” declared Victor, oh so eagerly.

The whole party then proceeded to enter the building – right past the sign that read “Reserved for private celebration”. Mama held Papa’s arm and Félicie held Victor’s. Again, Félicie thought she couldn’t possibly be happier.

The moment she stepped inside, she froze.

The place was full of people.

Underneath massive chandeliers, among intricately carved pillars, at spectacularly laid tables, everywhere she looked there were people. There were her friends from the ballet classes. There was Camille Le Haut with her fosterers, the Viviers. There were the Opera staff, including Rosita Mauri. There were even Mother Superior and Luteau from the orphanage in Bretagne.

Last of all, she noticed a priest.

“Shall we start the ceremony?” asked the cleric, heading towards the newcomers.

Félicie’s eyes grew wide. She glanced at Mama and Papa. They had these knowing smiles on their faces. Victor had the exact same smile as he released her hand and stepped aside. Confused, Félicie stared back at her parents. Mama handed Papa the cane, with which she supported herself, and turned her attention to their daughter. Beaming, she closed the distance between them, took the girls hands into hers, and said thus:

“Aware of the responsibilities connected with starting a family, I, Odette, take you, Félicie, to be my daughter. I promise to fulfill the duties of a mother to the best of my abilities. I promise to be there for you, support you, and love you for as long as I live.”

Félicie gaped at her. Was this really happening? Did she really say all that? In front of a priest? As if this was a wedding, a promise of eternal love in front of God? With their friends as witnesses…?

Good Lord. This was EXACTLY like a wedding.

As the girl struggled to process what was happening, her Mama stepped back and Papa took her place. Taking Falicie’s hands into his, he said thus:

“Aware of the responsibilities connected with starting a family, I, Louis, take you, Félicie, to be my daughter. I promise to fulfill the duties of a father to the best of my abilities. I promise to be there for you, support you, and love you for as long as I live.”

Félicie was at a complete loss. To think they have done this for her, put so much effort into making her feel special…

What she was feeling could no longer be classified as happiness. It was a whole new emotion totally. An emotion that touched the very core of her being, to the extent she hadn’t considered before, not even in imagination. It wasn’t butterflies in her stomach, but eggs. Tiny eggs that slowly cracked open, releasing the most beautiful, magical creatures, whose wings shone with all the colors of the rainbow, while all kinds of lush, vibrant plants blossomed all around.

“Félicie,” the priest addressed her, “do you accept this woman as your mother and this man as your father?”

Félicie’s muscles tingled underneath her skin. Moist gathered in her eyes and her throat grew dry. Her heart expanded like a balloon, filling her body with fulfillment so all-consuming it was overwhelming.

Mama and Papa loved her so much. She loved them so much. God gracious and all saints, there was so much love in this hall she didn’t know how to handle it!

She threw herself at her parents, managing a cracking “Ye-e-e-e-s!” before bursting into tears.

The hall exploded in applause. There was cheering, clapping, and screams of congratulations. Amidst the commotion, the priest made the sign of the cross, blessing the new family. And Félicie cried on, relishing her parents’ arms around her, and their gentle kisses on the top of her head.

This really was a vestibule to Paradise.

[myblacknightworld]

I absolutely, undeniably adore Ballerina/Leap! (2016). Mainly for its characters, like Odette, Mérante, Camille, Odette, the headmaster of the Opéra whose name I can’t seem to ever remember, Mérante, Odette, Félicie, Nora & Dora, and did I already say Odette?

I mean, she’s awesome! For me she’s the best character by far, and by far I mean the distance btwn here and the moon. She’s so perfect I could cry! But she’s not given even a tiny bit of background apart for two single fucking sentences Mérante says!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I decided to write fanfics abt her and her past and explore a bit of that foggy background they’ve decided to give us! And also I did this drawing, today! I really don’t think dancers go around w loose hair, but y’know, hairpins don’t always stay in place, and Odette really doesn’t care. She just dances.

And so, really, this is it :)

[archi-pelago]

Sloppy doodle of a soft ship

[agavnythepigeon]

[ Louis Merante ] by LittlePidgie

Please no reposting of my art!!<3 just some busts of the lovely merante