The Glass Ballerina

Prolonge

THIRD PERSON POV

"Grayson?" Calliope whispered, fumbling around in the dark passageway.

"Right here, Angel," Grayson whispered back, his hand finding hers. Calliope let out a sigh of relief, inching closer to him.

"I was worried you weren't coming," she admitted, reaching out a hand to steady herself against him. Grayson let out a quiet chuckle.

"Nothing could ever keep me from you," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. Calliope smiled in the dark, her eyes beginning to adjust.

"So, where does this one lead?" she asked, referring to the hidden hallway they were currently in.

"That is a surprise." Calliope let out a groan.

"You know I hate surprises," she muttered. Grayson just hugged her. "Alright alright, I forgive you," she said, laughing quietly.

"Good. You ready?" he asked her.

"Hell yes," she replied. Calliope could just barely see the smirk on Grayson's face. He began leading her through what felt like a labyrinth.

"Can I guess where we're going?" Calliope asked.

"You can try," Grayson said, taking her up a flight of stairs.

"Give me a hint first."

"I thought you were supposed to be guessing."

"Pleeeeaaaase Grayson." Calliope heard her boyfriend snort in amusement.

"It's something you've always wanted to do." He whispered back to her, taking a sharp right turn.

"Well, that doesn't help. I want to do a lot of things. Are we going streaking?"

"What? Why the hell would you think of that?!" Grayson asked, incredulous.

"I have very scarring memories of a certain Hawthorne and his streaking career."

"I was four. When will you and Nash stop holding that against me?" Calliope laughed.

"Never!" she said.  Grayson lead her up another flight of stairs.

"We are definitely not doing that," he said softly, his tone firm.

"Won't lie, I'm kinda disappointed. Are you taking me on a getaway to Paris?" Calliope asked excitedly.

"My grandfather would definitely notice that," Grayson responded, letting go of her hand to pull down a ladder from the ceiling.

"Then I am completely, and utterly, stumped." Calliope laughed. She watched Grayson climb up the ladder. Once he got to the top, Calliope started on the ladder. Grayson offered his hand.

"This is something you've wanted to do for a long time," he said, pulling her up onto the roof of Hawthrone Mansion.

"You didn't." Calliope hissed, looking at the night sky above their heads. Grayson smiled at her, pulling his girlfriend onto her feet.

"Dancing under the stars," he whispered into Calliope's ear, pulling her into a slow dance.

"No music?" Calliope whispered back, staring up into his grey eyes. Eyes that only melted for her.

"The kind of music only we can hear," he said, his breath tickling her ear. Grayson lead her around the roof, doing no particular dance. Calliope sighed contently and let her head drop onto Grayson's chest.

"Is it everything you imagined?" he asked. Calliope tilted her head to look up at him.

"Only when you're with the right person." Grayson's mouth quirked up.

"Am I the right person?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"Always."