10-16-2017, 01:20 PM
The dance itself was simple, the choreography repetitive as he made it from one side of the studio floor to the other, movements slow as he bent his willowy frame. His whole body seemed to flow perfectly with the music, even when it very unexpectedly picked up the pace, going from soft, sorrowful strings to loud and excited brass. Vasiliy mostly kept his eyes closed. He knew this dance by heart, having practiced it all these years, though he couldn't help chancing a look in the mirror, imagining himself not only in Nikiya's bright red costume with his full abdomen exposed and a veil hanging from his head, but also seeing himself on the stage of the Bolshoi Theatre.
Toward what would have been the end of Nikiya's flower basket scene, just before being bitten by a snake and killed by its venom, Vasiliy looked up over his shoulder for reasons completely unbeknownst to him. He was usually quite focused on his body and his fantasy, but the feeling of eyes on him were now burning into his back and shaking his concentration. The air felt thick all of a sudden, made it hard to breathe, and by the end of the flower basket scene, Vasiliy was unnaturally winded; rather than continue to the end of Nikiya's life as she was offered an antidote and rejected it out of her sorrow, the blond Omega rushed to slip into his sweater and turned off the music, his back immediately to the mirror.
He took that time to examine the man, easily distinguishable as an Alpha through the sheer size of his body and his strong jawline. One look at him, all dark hair and skin, Vasiliy knew he wasn't local, and the awkwardly spoken Russian cemented that fact. The Omega inside him betrayed him, warming at the sight enough to flush his cheeks, but Vasiliy could easily play it off as overexertion. Either way, it seemed his instincts had deemed this man not a threat, and his fear turned more to embarrassment as he realized that he'd been sweating and the whole studio must have smelled of sweet Omega pheromones. "I speak English," he offered as an olive branch, though his voice was soft and just as awkward as the strange Alpha's had been moments ago. "The school is closed, though; you'll have to come back tomorrow if you want to register."
Toward what would have been the end of Nikiya's flower basket scene, just before being bitten by a snake and killed by its venom, Vasiliy looked up over his shoulder for reasons completely unbeknownst to him. He was usually quite focused on his body and his fantasy, but the feeling of eyes on him were now burning into his back and shaking his concentration. The air felt thick all of a sudden, made it hard to breathe, and by the end of the flower basket scene, Vasiliy was unnaturally winded; rather than continue to the end of Nikiya's life as she was offered an antidote and rejected it out of her sorrow, the blond Omega rushed to slip into his sweater and turned off the music, his back immediately to the mirror.
He took that time to examine the man, easily distinguishable as an Alpha through the sheer size of his body and his strong jawline. One look at him, all dark hair and skin, Vasiliy knew he wasn't local, and the awkwardly spoken Russian cemented that fact. The Omega inside him betrayed him, warming at the sight enough to flush his cheeks, but Vasiliy could easily play it off as overexertion. Either way, it seemed his instincts had deemed this man not a threat, and his fear turned more to embarrassment as he realized that he'd been sweating and the whole studio must have smelled of sweet Omega pheromones. "I speak English," he offered as an olive branch, though his voice was soft and just as awkward as the strange Alpha's had been moments ago. "The school is closed, though; you'll have to come back tomorrow if you want to register."
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