The Brightmoon Institution (Catradora Boarding School AU)

Bond With The Shoe!

"Darling, you can't look down. Chin up."

DT strolled over, wearing an exquisite pair of diamond heels which looked positively painful. DT walked effortlessly though, a stark contrast to how Adora was walking.

"If I look up, I'll fall."

"God, Adora," DT rolled their eyes in exasperation before an expression of realization graced their features.

"I know!"

They pulled the silk scarf weaved into their hair out, the icy blonde falling in cool, sharp waves.

"DT..." Adora warned. The glint in their eyes was beginning to make her stomach twist and turn. She raised her hands in mock defense, but there wasn't much she could do. The weight of the shoes had her firmly rooted to the spot.

DT walked behind her, pulling the fabric over Adora's eyes. She refrained from the urge to scream. Everything was black, and her feet were unsteady. She almost tripped without even taking a single step

"Okay, now trust the shoes, darling."

Adora gritted her teeth, trying to reach for something to hold on too. The ground was swaying far too much.

"I barely trust myself, why would I trust shoes?"

The best solution was to bend down and sit on the floor, but DT held her forearms, preventing her from doing so.

"You've got to have a cosmic connection with the shoe," they whispered, sparkles of excitement carried in their tone.

Adora scoffed, still grappling for something to grab onto for support.

"Cosmic whaa-"

The ground was moving all the more, her face mere inches from colliding with the smooth wooden floor until-

Until she caught herself?

There was a slight drop, but not a fall. She carried herself back into an upright position, frowning at DT's dark chuckle from behind her.

"Bond with the shoe!"

"Double Trouble!"

Adora didn't have much time to recover from her shock, heart beating wildly and hands trembling. DT held no sympathy or remorse, shoving her once again, this time from the side.

Adora wobbled, but didn't crash, the sharpest point of her heel acting as a balance before she could topple over.

"I seriously don't get-"

"That's the fun of it," DT struck again...and again, and again.

The shoes continued to persevere, Adora beginning to wobble less and less.

They shoved another time, and thrice more following, each one rougher and nastier.

But Adora failed to fall, and slowly, shove after shove, the ground ceased swaying.

"Bravo, darling," DT clapped while Adora struggled to catch her breath. She didn't think she'd be sweating in this class, but her expectations were very much defied. Rivulets traveled down the side of her face as she panted, DT pulling the scarf from her eyes.

"Woah," she blinked. Colour and vision filling her senses once again, Adora didn't slightly tremble in the stilettos.

"Walk."

She obeyed, tucking loose strands from her ponytail behind her ears and facing the velvet red curtains with fervent determination.

She walked, no, strutted, down the clean wooden panels, the sound of her heels hitting the floor a rhythmic symphony that echoed around the stage. A slow clap shortly followed.