Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while...

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

WHO: Mytho, Fakir, Rue.
WHERE: Dance Studio
WHEN: Monday Morning
WARNINGS: Uh.. that all depends on Rue :D
SUMMARY: After being gone for a week, Mytho is back in dance class as if he had never been gone.
FORMAT: Paragraph.



Mytho was early for dance class, as he always was, ready and practicing long before any other students showed. Lost within himself he stretched, arching back in a slow, practiced motion, seeming to almost be supported by something invisible before coming back up and gliding into the next move. He was utterly focused, unaware of anything but himself and the music silently playing in his mind.

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[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Without another word, Fakir made a mad dive for Mytho, hoping to rush him out of the room before Kraehe could spirit him away.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho raised his arms to try and block the wind, stumbling back when Fakir knocked into him.

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Moving as if she was a part of the wind itself, Kraehe appeared next to Mytho, grabbing onto his arm.

"Come with me," she said, an odd smile on her face.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho looked up at her, eyes wide and almost fearful. "Rue..."

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Her other arm came around him, as the wind picked up in speed.

"Come," she said. "I won't hurt you."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho hesitated, unsure. "But...."

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Her smile vanished, her grip on him tightening.

"I said, come." Her tone suggested that this was an order, not a request.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho tensed slightly, fear raising. "I don't want to...!" he protested, trying to pull away.

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

"Don't look at me like that!"

She pulled Mytho to her chest, feathers whirling violently around her. In an instant, the both of them were gone.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, Fakir found himself totally alone in the studio, standing in the fading whirl of feathers.

"Damn it," he muttered, shuddering with rage before stalking out of the room. This was bad; Rue was angry, now, on top of being desperate. He had to find them, and tell the others what had happened.