Made in 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝕏𝕀𝕏

Luka
6:12 PM

The opera's doors always amaze me whenever I walk past them. The structure of it, the history it holds...

Chloe was walking in front of me, her school backpack still on her shoulder dangling, and the drink I served her held tightly in her hand. She sometimes skipped steps and it seemed to me that it heard her hum a song from time to time.

- So, you coming or nah?

- Are we allowed to be here?

She turned completely now to face me now. I was a bit sceptical because even if her gather was the mayor, this was still a national emblem for the entire country.

- Well yeah its a public place so I don't think we're forbidden to come here.

- Allright...

We made our way inside the giant monument as the dim lights welcomed us, small Flint's reflecting on the golden rims that decorated the place, and the deep Burberry velour.

As we walked past the perfectly alligned chairs, the wooden scene was closer and closer, and a faint piano music could be heard. Chloe was far beyond me now, heading to what seemed like a secret door of some sort. I quiquebed my pace to reach her leaning frame, the door slightly ajar as the melody seemed to be appearing out the small room we were now both peaking at.

And the sight I saw took my breath away. It was as if a breeze of wind was dancing with the symphony echoing around it; graceful, elegant, gentle as the ripples of a petal that has fallen into the water. Yet the mouvements had so much controls and force so well utilized. It didn't seem forced; it looked as if her body was gliding on the air.

- Isn't it beautiful...?

Chloe whispered in amazement. I was too absorbed in the ballerina in front of me that all I could do was nod at her statement.

- I wanted to b just like her when I was younger... You know dance on stage and be one with the music...

- It's stunning.

- It is...

And for a moment, I was lost as to what stunned me. Was it the one dancing gracefully in front of my eyes, or the blond that gazed at the sigh with such longing and yearning just besides me. I was mystified.

Our closeness wasn't that minor, although just enough for me to be able to gaze at her and admire her features. It only has now come to my attention that she had faint freckles on son spots of her face, and there near her ear lingeed a beauty mark. Her lashes were not that long but the faint make up she allowed did enhance them.

Those were so minimal yet the more I looked the more I knew which scenery was more delightful.

I looked behind us, the large wooden scene grabbing my attention. And then back at Chloe. I smiled to myself, an idea popping in my mind. Grabbing one of Juleka's hair bands that I has on my forearm, I gently picked a big srtand of her wheat colored fair, slightly starting her.

- H-hey... What a-are you doing?

She makes unsure. I just chuckled and assured her it's fine. Picking up the fallen strands, I rolled it all up in a bun to make it look just like the ballerina in front of us. She snickered lightly, catching up with what I'm doing.

I held her hand lightly and guided her to the small staircase that lead to the scene.

- And now, the Swan Lake with Chloe Bourgeois as main dacer!

I yelled as my voice boomed in the big hall, my clapping following. The laughed, and then did a sort of reverence. She started dancing, her giggle a still not stopping. She signed her arms and legs accordingly, in a way that I'm sure isn't the right choreography but still made sense. I started singing the famous song that usually accompaned the danciner in her main part, Chloe soon joining me.

- We need the main male leader too! Come!

Close came forward, her feet near the end of the high platform, extending her hands for the azurite to hold in order to help him climb the scene. They both laughed as he struggled to make his way up, and when done, they continued their small act of dance, sometimes holding hands, others alone, alternating between graceful miuves and running around like small children.

The singing tainted by their laughter and giggles. They held each others arms, both spinning and trying not to fall when their feet got tangled, the drink and ballerina long forgotten, the piano music long done, but neither cares or noticed. They were too absorbed in each other, in their elation.

And as they stopped, all Chloe could do to hold herself up because of the business was grab the taller male's chest and try to calm her ragged breathing, still tainted with laughter, both now pacticky begging for air.

Luka blushed, having the youngest holding on to him so closely. Something inside of him detonated, he wasn't sure what. But that something encouraged him to just extend his arms and hold the blind too. And to his surprise, she leaned in, nuzzling herself in his warm grip. And ironically, he let go of his grasp on his anxiety, and tightened tho one he had on the blond.

Both closed their arms, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of the moment. Their attempt of calming heir hearts enhanced by the adrenaline flowing only failing as the warm body pressing over them enhanced their beating.

And as they pulled away, the distinct sound of a single applause echoing around them. Both their eyes were forced to separate from each other to avert at the tall figure in front of them.

It was the ballerin, standing there in all of her beauty. Her hair slicked back and her poofy bouncing each time her handed would crash. A swee smile lingered on her face, stoght amusement and adoration displaying through her eyes.

- Bravo!

I've never seen so much love delivered in a dance...!

I'm back again. I think that's the most I've updated throughout thus entire ff gsbsnsvsn

I hope you like this chapter it was really fun to write although it not sure if it was delivered correctly but meh

Alright enjoy the rest of your night/ day!!

Also if you'd like there's the scene I've kinda based this chapter after :))