TOAW Themarie : How to Poison a Swan

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Matured content.

Haven takes a deep breath as she clasps onto her ballerina attire. Everyone was in sparkles, they were shining and in their very best poise. This was it. Finally, their very first performance for the next remaining thousands. The whole theater was booming with tons of people, professionals and scholars, families and friends, amateurs and die hard fans. All eyes were on the red stage. The podium, the dance floor, where all of the stories had begun.

Themarie walks towards Haven, her hand had a black laced glove on it. Their aesthetics were well distinct, one with elegant black and the other would be sophisticated white. Haven looks at the woman beside her and smiles before she leans her head on the woman's shoulder. They looked through the stage windows, the red fabric that separates them from the audiences, the viewers. This was finally it for them.

"Good luck out there." Themarie whispers as she kisses the top of the woman's forehead. Haven smiles softly feeling the love and affection she deserves after a long time. Haven patted Themarie's back and she looks up to her woman,smiling softly.

"Please look at me when I dance." Haven says and she pouts her lips a little, the show was starting and the first ones who would perform were already in the stage as the audience applauded. Themarie nodded her head as she looked back at Haven who is looking at her dearly, her fingers brushing against the younger woman's cheeks.

Themarie takes a deep breath as she embraces the woman fully, not minding at all that there were others looking at them. Some were smiling and of course, bitter with the PDA they're getting. Mason and Harlow looked at them from afar, in which somehow Mason wraps her arms around Harlow's waist. Hugging her lover from behind as they looked at Themarie and Haven being all lovey.

"I'll always look at you, where you are and where your wings would soar. Wherever your ballerina shoes lead you, I will look your way only." Themarie speaks those words with all her heart, no bitterness and hidden feelings. All was love and Haven being in the woman's arms just felt so right. The warm hug wrap around her body.

"After all, I have sharp eyes on beautiful things. On a beautiful, beautiful, pretty girl." Themarie added making Haven roll her eyes as they both giggled softly at one another. Only focusing on what is happening between them now, not caring if the world is circulating or something else is happening. They were each other's highlights.

"You love me?" Haven asks as she looks at Themarie prettily as she lets herself sink into the warmth of the woman's hug. Themarie smiles before kissing the top of Haven's head, the crown of her precious swan.

"I do so much. I love us. I love you." Themarie whispered softly and felt her heart getting full. Feeling the love she can pour into someone and letting Haven feel what she desired to feel for a long time.

So this was how love is suppose to feel,

"I love you, my Haven." Haven hummed as she felt the most contentment as she gets this moment.

"I love you, my dearest love." Themarie hears the softest response she could ask for.

After the rest had their performance, it was Themarie and Haven's turn. Themarie goes to the stage first as she did her curtsy then she holds out her hand to Haven who is walking ever so gracefully on the stage. The crowd was silent at first, in awe as they murmured. The aura seemed so intimidating, not by influence of the audience but it came from both Themarie and Haven.

"I matched a deadly concoction." Cresia whistled at the back of the stage and her arms were crossed as she looked directly at the two. The spotlight was on Themarie and Haven in the big stage. A person applauded and the rest did, making Themarie smirk and Haven smiled softly. The two separate before going to their positions. Themarie settled down as she pressed the first three keys of the piano.