Araignée du soir, cauchemar (the_widowmaker) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-10-11 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amelie lacroix (widowmaker), thor odinson |
Who: Amelie and Thor
What: Old acquaintances meet
When: Recent
Where: Near her business
Rating: Pg
status: Complete
This was probably a terrible idea, but Amélie was never one to back down from a challenge. She'd spent so long running away from her past that she was tired of it. She was ready to return to the world. Maybe it was too late for her to perform for anyone other than herself, but she knew she could take the world by storm.
California seemed an unlikely place, Newport Beach even less so, but it would just be the start. She would use her name and her fame as the down payment to get the Lacroix company established. The rest would be hard work and little sleep. Amélie was ready for the hard work.
Her body protested as she went through familiar stretches. She hadn't entirely stopped training her body, even if she'd stopped performing or attending classes. And she'd kept up with the field and the competition and the dancers. At least two she would poach from other companies, and a third recently retired to help her teach and act as her director.
Amélie rolled her shoulders, bending over to rub her shins and ankles. "Merde. I am out of shape."
She felt... disappointed. Some small part of her had still thought that perhaps she could dance again. No, it would just be for herself. But it would be enough. She looked around the studio, and since she was alone and limbered up she began to dnace. It was rough and rusty, but muscle memory and stubborn pride allowed her to finish.
"For you, Gerard. I will only ever dance for you and for me." It was a promise she made herself, and not the first time.
Closing the building up, Amélie walked down the street and unlocked her deep red Ferarri 488 GTB. It was a conceit, but Amélie did have rich taste in both her living spaces and her vehicles.
"Excuse me."
She stopped, door open, and turned to look at who was speaking. "Oui? Yes?" She squinted, then both of her eyebrows rose into her hairline. "Thor?"
Thor grinned at her. "Amélie! You remember me!"
Before she could stop him, she was engulfed in his strong arms and lifted off the ground. She patted the top of his head once she was let down. Amélie was tall for a woman, but Thor still towered over her. "It is hard to forget such a magnificent specimen."
She couldn't help but smile at him; it was hard in general to not smile around Thor.
"What brings you to California?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing, cherie."
Thor smiled lopsidedly. "I needed a break from things."
"Ah. I can understand." She tilted her head, then smiled again. "I was about to get lunch. Would you like to join me? We can catch up."
"Assuming I can fit in your car, yes."
"You've fit in tighter places," She assured him, and was rewarded with uproarious laughter. Yes, this was good. She'd missed him, and he was the perfect welcome to her new home.