Re: Studio: Wren & Ryan
Obsession, for Wren, was something more dangerous than classes, guilt and family. It wasn't about burdens, and it wasn't about choices made. It was about ownership, about keeping, about mine, mine, mine, and about not letting go. It was bad, and no one would understand, and she knew. She knew, and so she just stayed quiet, thoughts to herself and obsessions hush and secret.
Wren smiled warmly at that thumb wrapped around her fingers. It was simple, the touch barely anything, and yet it felt like some kind of certainty in a world where time slipped, minutes to hours and sometimes she wondered if it really passed at all. But the touch was steady, real, there, and Wren smiled.
"You were nice. You talked to me. That something," she said. And it was simple truth from a simple girl, no deep thoughts and nothing that made her mind twist and turn in search of truth. She wanted one thing, and that one thing was everything, but she was glad of the ballerina's kindness. Squeezed fingers, and then she watched Ryan stretch, slide to the ground and move in ways Wren could only dream of.
"Oui. After class," she agreed, and then she turned to the barre, back to the beautiful girl on the floor, and a few quick seconds of stretching before class began.