River Tam (i_feel) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-03-04 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | erik, inara serra, jack mcfarland, james wilson, lestat de lioncourt, river tam, zz:status complete |
last dance (open to anyone and everyone who wants to see a ballet!!!)
River stood in the wings, waiting.
A red dress flowed almost to her ankles, and her dark hair was pulled back, a red flower sitting behind one ear. Her eyes looked even larger than normal-- one of the corps de ballet girls had lined them with kohl and dark shadow. Her lips were red.
She was not River right now. This was the last night she was going to get to be Kitri.
The ballet was in the second scene. It was time for her to enter. Despite being alarmingly focused on the music, on the counts, River knew that more than one person she'd met sat out there, watching. She wasn't sure if Hannibal was among them, not yet. But she hoped he was.
Wilson, she knew, was there. He sat in the fifth row, stage right, and he was scanning the program in the darkened house. When the music changed, she knew, he'd look up. River smiled to herself.
The music changed. River's smile turned darker, more teasing. With a soft, sweeping motion, she sauntered out onto the stage, and the second the lights hit her, she was on, like a switch had been flipped. Simon used to love to watch her like this. She hoped he was here, too. With a sultry look for her Basil--a look that, in reality, only Hannibal had ever seen on her face, and only fleetingly-- River turned, shrugged a shoulder, and leapt, throwing her head back.
She always did love to dance.