Wenn ich tanzen will

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WHO: Rue, Fakir, Duck later, mmmmmaybe a Mytho?
WHERE: Arts academy, practice room.
WHEN: Late Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: None as of yet.
SUMMARY: Dancing and snippiness abound.
FORMAT: Paraderps

With the date of their performance fast approaching, for the first time in weeks (or perhaps ever), Fakir danced the Siegfried to Rue's Odile brilliantly. Inside, his heart smoldered with anger and frustration, but it didn't show. His home life may have been a wreck, a close friend murdered, but he danced splendidly.

It was always like this. He would funnel whatever he felt most into whatever he needed to express, turning frustration and anger into the energy of his performance. Years spent performing made it easy to conceal his true feelings and wear the proper expression, to carry himself in just the right way. He had forgotten what it was like to channel his feelings in such a way, and only now realized that his dancing had suffered because of it. He had forced his feelings, forced infatuation and dedication, rather than spinning them out from what he truly felt.

He may have been a more forceful, commanding Prince than Mytho would play, but he danced the part well for his partner and their tiny audience.

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For the first time ever, Rue felt invigorated after dancing with Fakir. He'd moved with such passion, such force. The dance had felt more like a battle then a seduction, but that suited her fine. Easily slipping into the old movements of Kraehe, she'd danced with her own forcefulness behind her, moving against his anger and strength. Already, she could sense a new ballet being formed from their dance.

Sweat dripping from her brow, she headed over to the bench, taking a drink of water as she sat down.

"That was good," she said, a little out of breath. "Very good. Now why couldn't you have danced like that in the first place?"

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Duck simply sat wide-eyed, taking in the pas de deux in silent admiration. Rue was so beautiful, Fakir so graceful, both of them fueled by anger and sadness and a power that took her breath away. Part of her envied them so deeply it hurt, and part of her felt awed to be allowed to watch them.

"Wow," she managed, very quietly.

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"Because pretending to be in love with you is very draining," Fakir replied flatly as he leaned against the far wall.

He smiled at Duck very faintly. "I guess you noticed an improvement, too?"

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"Well," she said, taking another drink. "Now that we've seemed to figure it out, we need to work on it some more."

Rue was energetic, exited. Even though she was out of breath, and undoubtedly tired, she was eager to dance again.

"Grab my hand like that again," she said, speaking quickly and excitedly. "Just as hard. I don't mind if you don't hold back, and I know you don't."

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Fakir couldn't suppress a grimace at that, even if he wasn't entirely sure why hearing that disturbed him.

"If you can help talking to me like that in the future, don't."

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Rue blinked at him. What did she say to warrant that reaction?

"Whatever. Just do it, okay? The judges are from the City Ballet, they'll love a reinterpretation like this."

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"I'll do it, I just don't want to have to hear you ask me to do it," Fakir said, well aware that this clarification meant absolutely nothing in the long run. "And they'd better like it; it's the only way I can make it work."

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"I'm certain they will," she said, still sounding very exited. "I suppose they might also consider it ambitious for our ages, but if we can make certain our technique is perfect..."

She continued on in this manner, clearly speaking mostly to herself, without really caring if Fakir was listening or not.

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"I didn't even notice your technique," Duck piped up, almost timidly. "I mean--I mean it was really good, you both danced beautifully, but... I felt like I could see what you were both feeling, and that was what was important."

She offered them a sheepish smile, as if aware that she might be putting her foot into her mouth.

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Rue returned the smile, gently, as if she was watching a cynet enter the water for the first time.

"I agree with you, but this isn't a performance, it's a competition. Unfortunately, they will not be as interested in our interpretations of the roles as they will be how well we dance. Not that I'm worried about that, of course."