Kairi blinked and looked at Mytho as he finished his routine. She had accidentally came upon him as he was practicing, but
“Mytho, I don’t even know how. Isn’t ballet really hard?”
“It doesn’t have to be ballet.”
Kairi giggled. “The only dance I know is the Hokey Pokey, and the way Goofy gets mixed up after the second turn around...”
“I don’t know it. Would you teach me?” Mytho asked, his hand held out.
Kairi looked at him, at his hand, and then sighed. “Okay, you put your left foot in...”
2. When Mytho silently took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor, Kairi thought maybe this was how Aurora, Snow White, Jasmine and Belle felt when they were treated like princesses. She loved Sora beyond all sense, but knew he would have a hard time not stepping on her feet. Riku would be better, but imperious when leading, and inevitably it would end up the same way with her running into him, or racing to catch up.
It was like Mytho was barely guiding her. There was no weight as he cradled one outstretched arm, his other hand on her hip as he glided them along the floor in a waltz. One, two, three; one two three... Each time they spun it felt like she was the turning point and he was circling to meet her.
At first she looked for his face, hoping for a cue when his eyes met hers but they merely stared on past her. It was only when she finally got caught up in the music did she realize he was doing it to frame her steps, and compliment her by paying attention to what she wasn’t consciously thinking about when she moved. When they finally finished Mytho bowed.
“I didn’t really do anything,” Kairi declared.
“You did everything,” he responded quietly.
3. “Are you sure about this Mytho?”
The fairytale prince nodded. “Ballet takes years of practice, but he said this was much easier for beginners.”
“You haven’t tried this kind of dance either, huh?” she mused, “Well, it will be fun learning together.”
Impulse perked up from where he was setting up the screen and flashed a thumbs up to both of them. “Okay you guys time to DDR!”
4. “That is an arbaresque,” Mytho explained to Kairi as Fakir held Ahiru’s waist and tried to keep her from overbalancing as she stretched upwards. “The ballerina may hold that position before leaning on her partner as he turns her. Or he can lift her.”
“Hn,” said Fakir. Who, to Kairi’s eyes, was clearly not minding the procedures as much as he thought he should since he wasn’t scowling, but merely trying to keep himself from looking pleased.
“Wh-why am I--we doing this again?” Ahiru asked as Fakir picked her up into the air.
“Because you need the help,” Fakir said, not-unkindly.
“And Rue threw a shoe at Fakir the last time they danced.”
Kairi tried not to giggle at the image. “How did that happen?”
“From the fifth position,” Mytho said, in that literal way of his.
5. “First, you remember.”
“Remember what?” Kairi asked, feeling self-conscious about how her ankles had turned out to the sides and her arms were held above her head.
“Posture. Sight. Breathing,” Mytho said, “Everything you forget when you exist. Because you don’t need to remember it all the time.”
A twinge of concern sprang up as Mytho echoed something she heard from the Nobodies. He wasn’t like Roxas or Namine, but it still hurt her to think about him in the same situation as those closest to her. She looked on but he had yet to notice her look of compassion, or he didn’t know what it was.
“The body comes first. It moves when something like music makes it move. You don’t need to think, or feel anything, just let it happen.”
“Then what?”
“You’ll dance how your feelings tell you to,” he said as he moved behind her to adjust the position of her shoulder. Kairi could feel the faint irregular beat of his half-finished heart. “By then, you don’t need to remember everything else.”
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Doing the easy one first
Date: 2006-12-23 12:12 pm (UTC)Kairi blinked and looked at Mytho as he finished his routine. She had accidentally came upon him as he was practicing, but
“Mytho, I don’t even know how. Isn’t ballet really hard?”
“It doesn’t have to be ballet.”
Kairi giggled. “The only dance I know is the Hokey Pokey, and the way Goofy gets mixed up after the second turn around...”
“I don’t know it. Would you teach me?” Mytho asked, his hand held out.
Kairi looked at him, at his hand, and then sighed. “Okay, you put your left foot in...”
2. When Mytho silently took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor, Kairi thought maybe this was how Aurora, Snow White, Jasmine and Belle felt when they were treated like princesses. She loved Sora beyond all sense, but knew he would have a hard time not stepping on her feet. Riku would be better, but imperious when leading, and inevitably it would end up the same way with her running into him, or racing to catch up.
It was like Mytho was barely guiding her. There was no weight as he cradled one outstretched arm, his other hand on her hip as he glided them along the floor in a waltz. One, two, three; one two three... Each time they spun it felt like she was the turning point and he was circling to meet her.
At first she looked for his face, hoping for a cue when his eyes met hers but they merely stared on past her. It was only when she finally got caught up in the music did she realize he was doing it to frame her steps, and compliment her by paying attention to what she wasn’t consciously thinking about when she moved. When they finally finished Mytho bowed.
“I didn’t really do anything,” Kairi declared.
“You did everything,” he responded quietly.
3. “Are you sure about this Mytho?”
The fairytale prince nodded. “Ballet takes years of practice, but he said this was much easier for beginners.”
“You haven’t tried this kind of dance either, huh?” she mused, “Well, it will be fun learning together.”
Impulse perked up from where he was setting up the screen and flashed a thumbs up to both of them. “Okay you guys time to DDR!”
4. “That is an arbaresque,” Mytho explained to Kairi as Fakir held Ahiru’s waist and tried to keep her from overbalancing as she stretched upwards. “The ballerina may hold that position before leaning on her partner as he turns her. Or he can lift her.”
“Hn,” said Fakir. Who, to Kairi’s eyes, was clearly not minding the procedures as much as he thought he should since he wasn’t scowling, but merely trying to keep himself from looking pleased.
“Wh-why am I--we doing this again?” Ahiru asked as Fakir picked her up into the air.
“Because you need the help,” Fakir said, not-unkindly.
“And Rue threw a shoe at Fakir the last time they danced.”
Kairi tried not to giggle at the image. “How did that happen?”
“From the fifth position,” Mytho said, in that literal way of his.
5. “First, you remember.”
“Remember what?” Kairi asked, feeling self-conscious about how her ankles had turned out to the sides and her arms were held above her head.
“Posture. Sight. Breathing,” Mytho said, “Everything you forget when you exist. Because you don’t need to remember it all the time.”
A twinge of concern sprang up as Mytho echoed something she heard from the Nobodies. He wasn’t like Roxas or Namine, but it still hurt her to think about him in the same situation as those closest to her. She looked on but he had yet to notice her look of compassion, or he didn’t know what it was.
“The body comes first. It moves when something like music makes it move. You don’t need to think, or feel anything, just let it happen.”
“Then what?”
“You’ll dance how your feelings tell you to,” he said as he moved behind her to adjust the position of her shoulder. Kairi could feel the faint irregular beat of his half-finished heart. “By then, you don’t need to remember everything else.”