La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Thirty-two Je vous aime

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As Treech's father confides in their friend about the impending escape, Delyth, engrossed in her daily errands, unexpectedly crosses paths with Coriolanus. Tensions rise as she navigates this encounter, mindful of the delicate plan set to unfold tomorrow.

"Delyth," Coriolanus approaches with a feigned nonchalance, greeting her as if their unexpected encounter is nothing out of the ordinary.

Delyth, masking her unease, reciprocates Coriolanus' greeting with a forced smile "Coriolanus," aware that every interaction with him could potentially jeopardize the carefully laid plans for tomorrow's escape.

Coriolanus, with a sly smile, says, "Fancy meeting you here. You know, sometimes fate has its own way of bringing people together, don't you think?"

She mustered a fake smile with a nod before speaking, "What are you doing here?" Her question carried a hint of genuine curiosity, masking the underlying tension with a semblance of normalcy.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "As if you don't know," he stated with a dismissive tone. Her eyebrows furrowed in response to his cryptic words.

Undeterred by his dismissive tone, Delyth held her ground, "Well, enlighten me then. Because I have no idea why you're here." She stared at him, determined not to let his arrogance unnerve her.

He met her inquiry with a steely silence, his gaze fixed on her with an intense glare.

"Look, if this is about you at Dr. Gaul's office, I didn't snitch," she asserted, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in shock at her bold lie, an unexpected twist in their tense encounter.

Coriolanus, his glare intensifying, retorted with a low, measured tone, "You might be good at deception, Delyth, but I see through your games. Don't underestimate me." The tension between them escalated, each word adding another layer to the intricate web of their strained relationship.

She shook her head at his absurdity, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Recognizing the necessity to earn his trust for the success of their escape plan, she braced herself for the delicate dance of deception that lay ahead.

"Coriolanus, I assure you, I'm not the reason you're here," she stated earnestly, her eyes revealing sincerity as Coriolanus scrutinized them for any signs of deception.

Coriolanus held her gaze for a moment, skepticism lingering in his expression. "Fine, Delyth, but remember, I've got my eye on you," he warned before turning away, leaving her with the unsettling awareness that their delicate web of deceit had just become more intricate.

Silently cursing to herself, Delyth recognized the precariousness of the situation. She realized this encounter wasn't good at all, and the weight of it settled on her shoulders. Resigned, she knew she'd have to share the unsettling development with everyone once she got home.

Upon reaching home, she hastened to find Treech, a deep longing for his presence and comfort compelling her.

Treech, sensing Delyth's presence, greeted her with a warm smile as she entered his room, unaware of the intricate challenges that had just unfolded outside.

Delyth surveyed his room, initially taken aback by the apparent disorder until she discerned the purpose behind it – Treech had been in the midst of packing.

Observing the sadness on her face, Treech shifted on his bed, creating space for her. With a gentle gesture, he extended his arm, inviting her into the comfort of his embrace.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice, as her head found a resting place on his chest.

"Coriolanus," she uttered, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his body tense in response.

Treech's arms tightened around her, a protective instinct taking over. "What happened with him?" he inquired, his voice a mix of concern and jealousy.

She sighed, the weight of the situation evident in her voice. "He confronted me today, he thought I was the one who sent him here" she told him, feeling his gentle caress on her arm calmed her slightly.

"He told me he's got his eye on me," she disclosed, a brief pause emphasizing the weight of his words.

Treech, trying to sound nonchalant, replied, "Well, he's probably got nothing better to do," He forced a casual tone, masking the concern he felt for Delyth's well-being and for their plan being foiled.

"We need to discuss our plans," she admitted, finding solace in their embrace, recognizing that their shared strength would be vital for navigating the challenges looming ahead.

He nodded, sitting up with Delyth still nestled on his chest. Treech had been wanting to talk about their future for some time, making sure this was exactly what she wanted.

Treech struggled over his words, "like, I don't want you to feel forced or anything. It's gotta be, you know, what you really want," he said, Delyth could tell how nervous he was, "I don't know how many people are up there, but it will just be us. Is that what you want?"

Delyth looked up at him, her eyes reflecting sincerity, "Treech, I've never been more sure of anything. I want to be with you, not just as an escape but because I choose you. No force, just us against whatever comes our way."

He smiled down at her, captivated by her beauty. Her wavy blonde hair framed her face, and her blue eyes sparkled as they met his. The healthy glow of her skin and the genuine smile she wore only intensified his admiration.

"I-" he began before his own thoughts cut him off.

Delyth furrowed her eyebrows but stayed silent, letting him find the words.

"I think I love you, Delyth,"

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