Who: Ophelia and Laertes Sinclair What: Practicing for class When: Thursday, after dinner Where: FCU Dance Studio Rating/Warnings: TBD- probably low enough (because these siblings are not kinky?)
It was incredibly rare for Ophelia to tie her hair back, but at the moment? That was what she was doing, lacing back a series of braids that would keep it from falling in her face while she worked out. She took off the chains around her neck and set them to the side, not really wanting to use the locker room- she knew she was not the one being followed, but the simplicity of it was denied to Laertes and so she would not take up the use of that room. She was still thinking about her week, processing, and so her warm-ups, while thorough as always, were not done with as much attention and focus as she usually kept. She glanced over to her side as she stretched, knowing fairly certainly that her brother would be working through the same warm-up pattern, the same one they'd done for years.
After she felt sufficiently limber, she glanced over to Laertes again, raising an eyebrow slightly. She knew he would understand the look to be a question as to what they should work on. After all, dance was his stronger suit, not hers, so she deferred to him in it just as she did to her in other things. It was just how they worked and she was so used to it that she doubted she could exist any other way at this point in her life. She knew though that once they started, everything from the day would be wiped from her mind and it would be nothing but the movements they had learned driving them both.