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spider-mancan · 11 months

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Instructor Stark is incredibly strict.

That’s not unusual for a ballet instructor, although Instructor Stark doesn’t have the heavy accent to be truly stereotypical. The real issue is that he seems flippant and casual until he’s making you stand in the front of the room and do the petit allegro over and over and you stop tripping over your feet while the rest of the class gets to drink water and stare at you.

“He’s only like that because you’re so good,” MJ tells Peter after he’s finished having his bathroom breakdown. “Betty fucked up those Italian fouettés and he barely ragged her at all.”

“Betty’s good!” Peter argues.

Not as good as you. MJ has said it before. Peter is glad she doesn’t say it again.

“Mr. Parker?” Instructor Stark sticks his head out of the rehearsal room and MJ flashes him a tight grimace before patting Peter on the shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.”

“The devil has excellent hearing, Miss Jones.” Instructor Stark doesn’t dig in his nails any further — even though most days MJ asks for it. Instead, he crooks his finger in Peter’s direction. “I need to speak with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter says meekly. He hopes Instructor Stark can’t tell that he cried. Peter drains the rest of his refillable bottle over his head, luke-warm water soaking his thin shirt. He’s hoping the moisture hides any evidence of his episode in the bathroom, but he hooks his finger in the lid, gathers his things, and follows Instructor Stark back onto the Marley.

It’s dismissive, the way the instructor starts the music before Peter has even set his things down. “Still warm, aren’t you?” he asks, over Don Q on the speakers. “Basil. You know it.”

Peter has been sitting on cold tile for about ten minutes, so he’s not sure he’s up for the jumping, but he nods and rolls his shoulders.

“Perform for me.”

Peter meets Tony’s eyes in the mirror, lit on fire. That stupid smirk. Peter grits his teeth as the music starts over. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

If he’s not warm at first, he’s warm by the time Instructor Stark decides Peter has performed the variation to satisfaction — four or five times, no marking, and a bruise on the knee from banging the barre on his tours.

The music finally cuts off. “You’re very good at doing what you’re told.”

Peter could kick Stark in the shin, but he’s exhausted, collapsing again the mirror. He scowls at the instructor, who just…smirks, looking down at Peter over his nose. There’s an undertone, something that only bleeds through when they’re alone. They’ve both pretended not to notice, even though the undertone would not be taken well by the school. Peter never mentions it. Tony only gives him elevator eyes when Peter is too tired to care. He thinks it might be a strange, twisted kind of admiration, that MJ is right and Instructor Stark thinks Peter has value, and that comes across in heat under the skin. It would hardly be the first time passion for the arts became something different entirely.

Peter tries not to squirm, so he scowls harder.

“I’ve got an offer for you, kid.”

Peter tenses up. “What, uh…what kind of offer?”

Instructor Stark comes over, holds out his palm to help Peter up, and pretends Peter isn’t hesitant to take it. “I’m teaching at a convention in Germany this summer. Ten weeks.”

“That’s great, sir,” Peter replies, listlessly. He doesn’t know why Instructor Stark felt the need to tell Peter something he already new. Most people moaned about losing their favorite instructor — his replacement isn’t nearly as nice to look at, either.

“I have an extra ticket.”

It clicks too slowly, sluggish. “Me?” Peter scrambles to his feet in a burst of adrenalin, ignoring Instructor Stark’s hand entirely. “Me, to Germany, for the convention? Natasha Romanov is going to be there!”

His instructor smirks, all sideways. “Trust me, that’s a reason to stay home.”

“She’s one of the best ballerinas in two generations! She’s danced for kings!”

“Me too, kid.” Instructor Stark crosses his arms with a sniff. “Pretty sure on more occasions, even.”

“You’re a guy,” Peter argues. “It’s different!” He’s grinning. He’s excited, too excited, to the point of trembling. He’s not sure he trusts it. “I…I can really go? The money—”

“Paid for.” Instructor Stark waved his hand like thousands of dollars is nothing. “You’ll just have to bring yourself and something…” He pinches the see through material of Peter’s drenched shirt, “less wet. Lots of somethings. There will be three or four classes a day, plus rehearsals for company shows. It’s a big deal.”

Peter knows. He can’t believe. “Why…why me?”

Instructor Stark’s fingers smooth out the wrinkle he made in Peters shirt. His finger must smell like diluted sweat, like Peter. Stark looks him up and down, and the smirk goes a little softer on the edges. “I owe you, Mr. Parker, for making you cry.”

#starker #considers #starker fic #ballet au #ignore the formatting I wrote this in my notes in about a half hour #tnpt #I NEED AO3 BACK #ironspider

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angelicyouth · 11 months

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Allegro

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x musician!reader

⇢ synopsis: ❝Ever the loyal and supportive boyfriend, it isn't a surprise when your significant other tags along with you and your band on your widely anticipated world tour.❞

⇢ warning: sexual content

You're the main vocalist and the face of a very popular pop-punk band so as a multi-talented musician, you either perform choreo ((for the more pop-leaning tracks)) while you're singing or have an electric guitar strapped around your body for you to play lead guitar.

Forever grateful of your fans and wanting to grant them the absolute best performances of their entire lifetime, you often find yourself occupying the dance studio in your company's building to practice your choreo until the late hours of the night.

Your perfectionist tendencies causes you to have tunnel vision so Kenny will always find the time to bring you dinner halfway through practice, forcing you to eat your favorite takeout with him or whatever cravings you have for that day ((being exhausted, your boyfriend is more than happy to feed you! and even if you're fine to do it on your own, he'll insist!)).

When you're being particularly stubborn, the blonde will unplug the speakers and spread his limbs out like an annoying starfish in the middle of the dance studio so that you can't practice which forces you to eat ((unless he's satisfied enough, he won't let you resume)).

As you're eating, he'll place your body on his lap and either retie your loose hair or take the time to weave together your soft but damp locks and braid them away from your face ((he's made it a habit to carry around spare hair ties and cute clips to pin your hair away from your face if you ever need it)).

His long fingers in your hair is extremely cathartic, the soothing motions causing you to fall limp into his warm embrace and sometimes causes you to fall asleep against his firm chest.

He'll also pepper your face with a multitude of kisses despite you complaining about how sweaty you are but he doesn't give a fuck, he'll complain back about how much he missed his pretty girl from the few hours that you two were apart.

You'll roll your eyes every time he yells out "WATER!", the blonde forcing you to rehydrate in between sets of songs ((before he hands you a cold water bottle to sip on, he'll drink from it himself because he wants you to get an indirect kiss. it doesn't make much sense because he'll always command you to give him a kiss before you resume practice anyways, so)).

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The heavy bass of your song loudly reverberates throughout the entire dance studio, your chest quickly heaving up and down as you go through the motions deeply ingrained in your body. Every move you make is fluid as it creates a visual masterpiece on time to the beat of the melody.

As the melodious instruments slowly begins to fade out, Kenny's voice is deep as he calls out to you and disturbs the peace in the suddenly quiet room. "Come here."

His voice is firm—commanding in its tone as he leaves absolutely no room for questions or refusal. Obediently, you take the few steps to close the space between the two of you as your hands reach out to latch onto his larger ones once you're close enough. Your heart begins to erratically beat within your chest, but not because of your earlier exertion—it's in eager anticipation of what's to come as the blonde intertwines your fingers together to roughly pull you onto his lap.

Once you're properly situated, there's a teasing smirk on his handsome face as he huskily murmurs to you. "Show me what you learned, baby."

Every word that escapes from his mouth casts light puffs of air against the shell of your ear and causes your body to involuntarily shudder. You can feel a cacophony of eager goosebumps to arise across your arms, the blonde lazily trailing his hands as they caress every dip and curve of your body.

His muscular arms then wrap around your waist, the cool metal of his ring adorned fingers lightly skimming against the bare expanse of your skin from underneath your tank top. Your eyes begin to lightly flutter shut at the sensation created by his leisurely pace until all of the air in your chest gets suddenly knocked out from the forceful way his soft pair of lips begin to devour yours.

You can't help the soft mewls that he masterfully orchestrates from escaping your throat with the dizzying way his tongue coaxes yours to a heated battle of dominance. He's relentless in his teasing as he he draws out every harsh bite on your lower lip and every swipe of his tongue against yours, his delighted smirk pressed against your slicked lips.

“Like music to my ears. Just make a voice recording when we fuck—I promise it’ll sell out.” He smirks at your vocal pleasure, your hand weakly lifting up to swat him on the shoulder as you whine at his comment.

Placing a hot and heavy hand in between the smooth expanse of your thighs, a high-pitched whimper echoes between you two as your breaths mingle with one another. Your lungs desperately take reprieve from your separation until a sob gets stuck into your throat when his fingers slowly begin to collect your steadily leaking arousal.

He chuckles against the expanse of your sweat-sheened neck, the puffs of air escaping the pretty pink of his lips hitting your slicked skin as he creates a trail of vivid reds and deep purples in its wake. "You're so fucking wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet."

He teases the entrance of your heat, lazily circling the tip of his finger around it as his tongue makes magic. Your boyfriend keeps the heated point of contact as he wetly trails his mouth to worship your breasts, heated words of praise mumble against your body like a mantra.

Every so often, he'll lightly drag his teeth against the nub of your nipple on his way to create deep imprints of his teeth against your skin. They mix along beautifully with his possessive marks of love, a smug smirk pressed against the bruises whenever the blonde's cerulean eyes catches sight of his masterpiece.

His back leans against the floor to ceiling mirrors adorning the wall of the room, vapor slowly consuming the cool glass as your heated arousal creates fog that steadily climbs up the surface. "Look at yourself enjoying just my fingers—you're fucking beautiful.

You tightly clench around him as you desperately grind your body against the palm of his hand, his fingers shooting out to firmly grasp your chin when your head begins to loll dangerously to the side and your eyelashes begin to lightly caress the soft skin of your heated cheeks. "Eyes up, babe. Need you to watch how fucking greedy you get when you take me in."

Not wanting to disappoint, you force your half-lidded eyes open as you watch yourself being reflected from the glass panels of the mirrors surrounding the two of you. The lewd image greeting you back is of you looking absolutely wrecked, your eyes catching sight of how the sliver of light cast from the luminescence of the dance studio glints against your tears steadily leaking out.

It's absolutely erotic—the obscene sounds of slicked skin against skin and quick pants heavily consuming the otherwise desolate room.

"So tight and pretty—all for me. You're mine, N/N. And only mine." You babble in confirmation to his heated praises, your words dangerously slurred as your legs begin to violently shake from the electric shocks of pleasure deeply coiling throughout your stomach.

"Is my pretty girl going to come for me? Yeah? Then come all over my fingers—show me what it's going to feel like when I have my cock inside of you." He keeps pumping his longer fingers until the spasms overtaking you body stops, his eyes possessively watching as they go in an out of your heat as they deliciously drag along your slicked walls.

When your body falls limp into his warm embrace, he pushes his digits against your swollen limps as you obediently suck at the intrusion. "Good girl. See how fucking good you taste."

You moan around his fingers as you taste yourself, the vibrations of your voice and your light suction causing his possessive eyes to go even darker from want as he removes them from the wet cavern of your mouth and into his. "Fuck, you taste as good as you look."

Your body suddenly jolts to attention from where your face is burrowing itself inside the safe solace of his neck, desperately trying to catch your breath when the blunt head of his length slowly drags itself against your slicked folds.

"You ready?"

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During tour, the both of you will sneak out of the hotel for late night dates as you explore and take in the new sights of whatever foreign country you're currently playing at ((your boyfriend will do research while you rehearse at the venue so that you can make the most of your time!!)).

The blonde always wears your merch and its gotten to the point that he also gifts them to your guy's friends and family whenever there's a special occasion ((they'll always roll their eyes when he hands them a clumsily wrapped present because they already know what's going to be in there—each one of them have at least 5 signed albums from you by now)).

Kenny never fails to make posters for your shows as he takes the time to seriously decorate them with an abundance of colorful stickers and glitter ((the cameraman at the venue always points the equipment towards your boyfriend at least once so that his enthusiastic support can be shown on the big screen for you and all of your fans to see)).

Your fans absolutely adore your boyfriend because he's always feeding them with additional content—he'll upload behind-the-scenes stuff such as photos and videos of you!

On his Coonstagram account, he'll upload a picture of you cutely dozing off on the ride back to the hotel with your head cuddled against his shoulder as the caption states: sleepy baby had fun today!! thank you for being an awesome crowd :)

Or maybe he'll post a photo of you falling asleep while you're perched on a chair, his ring-adorned hands affectionately propping your head up as your stylist does your makeup with the caption: can't hang gang!! just kidding, this pretty girl is jet lagged :P

Your fans went absolutely wild over your precious relationship when a picture of him hand-feeding you snacks as your hairdresser beautifully curls your soft locks of hair appears across their social media feeds, the caption reading: my pretty girl loves your snacks *country name*!! :D

Kenny has his signature on your microphone ((he was super excited and honored when you asked him to sign it the day that you got it, the blonde clingy and never leaving your side for the rest of the night after your request)) but on the body of your guitar, there's a cute doodle that he drew of the both of you with a little heart in between them.

If you dye your hair ((whether for personal preference or for work)), he'll have a streak of the same color in his own field of blonde hair to match! ((speaking of work, your manager loves to bring him along when you have photoshoots because he brings out your best expressions!))

You asked Kenny to choose the color of your in ear monitors and you surprised him with getting the initials of his name on one of them and your relationship's anniversary date on the other.

It's not uncommon for people to recognize your boyfriend when he's out in public—he doesn't mind talking to them or getting his pictures taken with them if they ask but if someone on the streets calls out to him but are kind of unsure on how they recognize him, he'll fuck with them and the interaction will go like this:

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"Hey! I think I recognize you but I don't remember where." "Oh? So you watch porn?"

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Eventually, he'll open up a YouTube account where he'll make a series on his channel, uploading videos of the two of you in your hotel and trying local snacks.

When you have free days in between schedules while you're on tour, he'll gift your fans with vlogs of your dates at different cities ((his editing style is very chaotic which is amusing to viewers even if they didn't find him because of your band)).

He's made it a personal goal to visit all of the Disney Parks in the world and all of the McDonald's too so that he can make reviews of the region exclusive things that you can't get anywhere else ((it's also a goal of his to fuck in every country/city you guys go to)).

Once you've seen all of the 7 Wonders of the World, he'll post the pictures he took of the two of you during your visits and a selfie of just you at the end of the slide saying that you're the only wonder of his world.

With how busy you get, quickies are a norm ((your boyfriend loves this because it feeds into the exhilaration of potentially getting caught in the otherwise public spaces you both do it at)) and also means you guys are in the mile high club ((aka fucking when you guys are flying in an airplane)).

Being busy also means you take naps whenever you can so it's pretty convenient to have a boyfriend you can always cuddle into ((it's always a nice surprise when you wake up to see that Kenny doodled something on your arm)).

But if you have time in between your schedules when you're back at home, he'll surprise you with appointments he made at the spa or at the nail salon so that you can wind down and relax ((he accompanies you, of course. he'll have basic care pedicures and manicures so that he can sit next to you and so that you can talk about mundane things with one another. you'll usually finish later than him since you get color or a design so he'll duck out of the shop real quick to grab you both coffee or something. feeling newly rejuvenated, you guys will always get food right after!!)).

If there isn't time for the aforementioned, he'll offer you massages with his own hands ((which slowly turns into a sexual encounter if you're not too tired)) and will try to learn how to do nails so he can do them for you when you're unable to get them professionally done! ((if he does them, he'll paint on his initials without telling you))

On some occasions ((this is very rare but sometimes hotels get fully booked when certain concert dates coincide with other local events)), your management will book your band a few rooms with double beds instead of granting you your usual private rooms. The guys absolutely hate when this happens and will do whatever they can to fight over who has to share a room with you and Kenny.

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"Why the fuck do your dark circles look even worse than usual, Marsh? You look shittier than Cartman on his bad days, which is saying a lot." Craig snickers when Stan trudges his tired body towards their rehearsal noticeably late, his raven-colored hair messily tousled atop the crown of his head and a giant pair of sunglasses sitting on his face.

Kyle just rolls his eyes at how dramatic his best friend is being with his outfit, the oversized shades making him look like he's hungover when he isn't. But Stan didn't give a fuck—it's his manager's fault for forcing him to room with the stupid lovebirds.

"Why do you think? I shared a room with these two inconsiderate fucks." He grumpily mumbles, his downturned lips sipping on his caffeinated beverage.

If they have a problem with me getting to practice late because I needed coffee beforehand then they can just kiss my fucking ass, the ravenette pettily thinks.

Clyde snickers, "Rookie mistake. That's why I always bring earplugs or headphones, dude."

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You guys want to have something physical as memorabilia of the places you visit together so you'll either decide on whether you guys will collect shot glasses, keychains, or magnets for every new country/city you go to.

Of course, your boyfriend is musically talented so you'll sometimes bring him out on stage for funsies and have him shred on a guitar for a minute or something as a special surprise treat for your fans ((if any of your band members are injured or sick, it isn't a problem as Kenny can easily fill in for them until they're good to go!! attending your rehearsals and being your #1 fan has its perks)).

Kenny keeps all of the physical copies of your concert tickets and VIP/backstage passes, pinning them to a cork board that's hung in his room and surrounded by pictures of you by yourself or the two of you together.

In perfect condition and carefully tucked away in a box under his bed are all the cassette tapes and CD's that you burned your music onto when you and your band were first experimenting and writing songs ((he's been there for everything—he used to help the band set up at venues when you guys weren't big enough to afford a roadie and he used to drive you guys to your auditions for major record companies)).

It doesn't matter how long you guys have been dating—he'll never forget to give you a pre-show kiss for good luck ((it's a ritual)) and give you flowers after you finish a show ((it didn't matter if he was broke, he'd just pick it from the wild)).

He also likes to take polaroid pictures of you at every show you perform at and writes down the date on it for memories! ((he'll decorate it with stickers/doodles and keep them in an album for safe keeping))

Whenever he sees band merch when he's out and about ((whether it's a knock-off or official)), he'll excitedly send you pictures of them!! ((being with you from even before the beginning of your career, it still doesn't quite register in his head of how famous you are even when you're years down the line with your success))

His absolute prized possession, though, is a pendent hanging on the silver chain around his neck of your first ever guitar pick from when you started learning how to play as a kid ((he never takes it off, not since you gave it to him)).

You're always a conversation topic for him, the blonde always bragging to others about his very cool girlfriend ((the guys often get annoyed because dude, they grew up with you, too. and some of them are even in the same damn band. they already know, Kenny. you don't have to tell them for the millionth time)).

If you guys ever decide to have kids, he'll absolutely love telling them about how cool their mom was back in the day ((you still are, he emphasizes)) and he'll tell them stories of your career as their nightly bedtime stories ((you'll be your kid's ice breaker once they start going to school but not without Kenny teaching them about clout chasers first))♡

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

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uriekukistan · 5 months

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tokyo ghoul characters in a ballet class

kaneki is trying his best but he’s like an awkward little duckling. generally not bad, but constantly questioning why he’s there. always in the back of the class. he can’t fully keep up with the moves and is tripping over his feet.

hide is having the time of his life. absolutely horrible at ballet but smiling the whole time and laughing at his own mistakes. making comments about the “funny words” for the moves. teacher’s nightmare.

haise, unlike kaneki, while still awkward and tripping, is having a great time. very eager to learn. putting 100% effort into everything even though he’s not very good. teacher loves him because he always takes feedback very well.

touka is angry and frustrated the whole time. annoyed because what the teacher tells her to do is “physically impossible.” in my mind, shes not suuuper flexible. limps out of class bc she may have dislocated her hip to get a 90°+ extension.

ayato is similar to touka in that he’s angry and frustrated the whole time because he can’t do anything properly. unlike touka, who complains in her head, he complains out loud. gets thrown out of class for sassing the teacher.

shuu probably already knows ballet. if he doesn’t, he’s definitely a natural. ballet seems like something shuu would really like. super dramatic with everything and gets so into it. class is his stage. has really high jumps.

juuzou loves petit allegro (little jumps). he hates barre though. weirdly good, but he gets so dizzy during turns and lays on the floor after. naturally flexible and the class regulars hate him for it.

do yall remember when naki called shuu an american because he kept yelling in french? well he gets really confused in class and gets kicked out when he yells at the teacher and calls them a stupid american.

saiko makes it through tendus before she gives up and goes to sleep in the corner. she doesn’t wake up when the teacher asks her to leave, so they just leave her there in the corner. either that or she has a lot of fun bouncing around like the sunshine she is.

shirazu talks the entire time the teacher is giving the combination, and the when the music starts, he has no idea what to do. follows other people to get through the combination. not bad at barre actually, but can’t keep up with center.

urie keeps it well hidden, but he secretly enjoys ballet. ballet combines the creativity of painting, and the physical activity of working out, so it’s perfect for him. despite this, no matter how much he tries, he’s not great. he secretly goes to classes a lot though.

mutsuki is actually good but kind of hates it. he might like it more if it didn’t involve tights and a leotard. he’s very graceful and delicate with the way he dances. the teacher loves him and he gets lots of compliments.

#from your resident ballerina tokyo ghoul stan #tokyo ghoul #tgre #tokyo ghoul :re #tokyo ghoul headcanon #kaneki ken #hideyoshi nagachika #sasaki haise #touka kirishima #ayato kirishima #shuu tsukiyama #suzuya juuzou #naki #saiko yonebayashi #ginshi shirazu #urie kuki #tooru mutsuki

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anamizuiro · 4 months

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Matching IkeVamp suitors with classical pieces that likes to invade my brain

Was browsing more classical music to listen to but then I remember I used to get bits of IkeVamp brainrot listening so this list has cometh to be.

Characters Listed: The Residents, William, Vlad and His Minions.

Author Note: why does the bad guys always get the banger ones when it comes to music istg... also did you know? I was about to put Dies Irae (Mozart) in Charles' list before i changed my mind but decided to give it to Vlad instead because i like the vibe (except I gave Vlad Verdi's Requiem of Dies Irae instead because apparently there is another piece titled Dies Irae).

Napoleon

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

Arabesque No. 1 by Claude Debussy

Toreador March/Les Toreador by Georges Bizet (specifically that part.)

Vlad

Prelude in C Sharp Minor by Rachmaninoff

Four Seasons, Winter by Antonio Vivaldi

Moonlight Sonata, 3rd Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (early composition) and Franz Xaver Süssmayr (finishes the rest of the piece) (Mozart was unable to finish composing this piece because he passed away. So the person who commissioned this piece hired his student to finish it. Source: Google)

Fantaisie Impromptu by Frederic Chopin

Verdi's Requiem Dies Irae by Verdi

Arthur

Habanera from Carmen Suite by Georges Bizet

Por Una Cabeza Tango by Carlos Gardel

La Campanella by Liszt

Vincent

Peer Gynt, Morning Mood by Edvard Grieg

Four Seasons, Spring by Antonio Vivaldi

Nocturne Op 9 No. 2 by Frederic Chopin

Minuet in G Major by Christian Petzold (said to be attributed to Bach)

Theodorus

Tristesse by Frederic Chopin

Nocturne in C Sharp Minor (No. 20) by Frederic Chopin

Shakespeare

Nessun Dorma by Giacomo Puccini

The Swan/Le Cygne by Saint-Saens

Fur Elise by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Leonardo

Bouree in E Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach

Minuetto in G by Luigi Boccherini

Comte de Saint-Germain

Cello Suite No. 1 : Prelude in G by Johann S. Bach

The Nutcracker Suite, The Waltz of The Flowers by Tchaikovsky

Aquarium by Saint-Saens

Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 by Edward Elgar

Jazz Suite No. 2: VII. Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich

Danse Macabre by Saint-Saens

Mozart

Symphony No. 10 in G Minor: I. Molto Allegro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (basically his own piece)

Hungarian Dance No. 5 by Johannes Brahms

Charles-Henri

the Nutcracker Suite: Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Tchaikovsky

Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie

Funeral March by Frederic Chopin

Faust

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach (i'm so sorry it just fits him)

O Fortuna : Carmina Burana by Carl Orff

Symphony No. 5 by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Jean

Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Airs a faire fuir by Erik Satie

Valse Triste by Jean Sibelius

Dazai

Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II

Sleeping Beauty Waltz by Tchaikovsky

Tales of Hoffman, Barcarolle by Offenbach

Isaac

Flight of The Bumblebee by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Cradle Song AKA Lullaby by Johannes Brahms

Air on the G String by Johann S. Bach

Sebastian

Rondo Alla Turca by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Eine Kleine by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Symphonies de Fanfares : Rondeau by Jean Joseph Mouret

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp charles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp faust #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp sebastian

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u2fangirlie-blog · 2 months

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Good Omens Aziraphale's Sad Bastard Breakup Playlist

After the breakup, Aziraphale has a new job in heaven, having taken Gabriel’s vacant position. Aziraphale is haunted by sad music reminding him of his time with Crowley. The songs are dramatic, tragic, melancholic, angry, wistful, romantic, and sentimental. How does he listen to music at his new job in the head office? Are material objects allowed? Does he keep a secret stash of tea, cake, and records and a phonograph player in his office? Does he have a celestial radio that can tune in Earth radio stations? Does he sneak off to Earth to hang out in record shops and bookstores? Or more dramatically and emotionally torturously, does he remember every note, every nuance, every feeling, of every song and replay them in his mind? He's stuffing his face with angel food cake and tea while crying and listening to sad bastard songs and hiding from Michael and the Metatron.

See note after list on song selection process.

Songs include:

“Lacrimosa” – Mozart, Requiem in D Minor, Vienna Mozart Orchestra

“Commendatore” – Mozart, Don Giovanni, Amadeus film soundtrack

“Ja, tot katoramu vnimala” – Rubenstein, The Demon, Nicolai Ghiaurov

“D’amour l’ardente flemme” – Berlioz, The Damnation of Faust, Maria Callas

“Liebestod” – Wagner, Tristan and Isolde, Waltraud Meier

“Ach ich fuhls” – Mozart, The Magic Flute, Gundula Janowitz

“Thy hand, Belinda … When I am laid in earth” – Purcell, Dido and Aeneas, Janet Baker

“E lucevan la stelle” – Puccini, Tosca, Placido Domingo

“Celeste Aidia” – Verdi, Aida, Mario Lanza

“Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen” Mahler, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Der Wanderer” – Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Love is a Plaintive Song” – Gilbert and Sullivan, Patience, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” – Gilbert and Sullivan, The Gondoliers, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“The Gentleman is a Dope” – Rodgers and Hammerstein, Allegro, Blossom Dearie

“A Hymn to Him” – Lerner and Lowe, My Fair Lady, Rex Harrison

“Could I Leave You?” – Sondheim, Follies, Alexis Smith

“We Do Not Belong Together” – Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George, Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin

“On My Own” – Schonberg, Les Misérables, Frances Ruffelle

“As Long as He Needs Me” – Bert, Oliver, Judy Garland

“Stranger in Paradise” – Wright and Forest, Kismet, Richard Kiley and Doretta Morrow

“A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” – Sherwin and Maschwitz, Vera Lynn

“Night and Day” – Porter, The Gay Divorcee, Ella Fitzgerald

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” – Porter, Born to Dance, Shirley Bassey

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” – Rodgers and Heart, Pal Joey, Sarah Vaughan

“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” – Gershwin, Shall We Dance, Fred Astaire

“Mon Deu” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

P.S.: Aziraphale likes Les Mis because it reminds him of that time Crowley rescued him from the Bastille. Don't tell anyone. It's a big secret.

P.P.S.: “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” reminds him of the time he and Crowley got drunk in the backroom at the bookshop the day the anti-Christ was delivered to Earth. Basically, this song reminds him of every time they went out for drinks or stayed in and drank.

P.P.P.S.: “I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” was the song Aziraphale planned to play when trying to tempt Crowley into learning the gavotte. It reminds him of the ball in the bookstore when he finally danced with Crowley.

P.P.P.P.S.: “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” is as close as Aziraphale can get to telling the world and Crowley to eff off. He has no more effs to give. Or at least he’s trying to convince himself he no longer gives a f***. He’s going off to his new job at the head office and Do Good.

Note on song selection:

I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. I think the songs tell a story of Aziraphale’s struggle to reconcile his conflicted motivations. They reflect Aziraphale’s fears and desires. He fears being hauled off to hell for disobedience. He fears Crowley’s death and being alone in the world. He desires to be emotionally intimate with Crowley. (Dare he risk physical intimacy with Crowley?) He feels self-righteously indignant, but he’s soft and squishy and weepy and misses his best friend.

I don’t have much knowledge of opera or musical theater, but I have some experience with choir and solo performance. I did a lot of research into opera, art songs, musicals, showtunes, and standards to create a playlist on YouTube. Selections were based on availability, popularity, and sound quality. My big question was whether or not Aziraphale is a strict originalist or if he likes different versions of songs. In some places, I chose newer versions over original versions due to the sound quality of the recordings. I tried to keep selections accessible to a wide audience with varying degrees of musical knowledge. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

#good omens 2 #neil gaiman #aziraphale #crowley #breakup #sad bastard music #angry love songs #breakup playlist #playlist

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do you have any classical music reccs you think regulus would listen to??

OH BOY DO I

(classic, well-known, dramatic ⬆️)

(other classics ⬇️)

(more modern-ish)

#asks #when it comes to vivaldi regulus is always going to be winter truther. ALWAYS.#also he gravitates towards piano because i say so #also i think he's a big shostakovich fan as well just in general

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allegro-dance · 7 months

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On Pointe: Mastering the Art of Ballet with Pointe Classes

Ballet, with its ethereal movements and timeless elegance, remains a pinnacle of dance artistry. Within the world of ballet, the mastery of pointe work represents a significant milestone, showcasing a dancer’s strength, technique, and dedication. In this exploration, we delve into the enchanting realm of pointe classes, a crucial component of professional dance training programs, to understand the artistry, discipline, and transformative journey that dancers embark upon.

#allegro dance #choreography classes #dance #dance studio #ballet dancer #ballet dance #pointe classes #professional dance training programs

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rikeijo · 18 days

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Today's translation #624

Go Yuri!!! Go official fanbook, Tominaga Keisuke comments

Piano concerto in B-minor: Allegro appasionato

The order was for 'music for an extreme program, that lets Yurio show off his high level technique to the maximum, and makes him dance as if he was crazy, a heart-braking program that makes use of his technique, physical strength and physical characteristics to the full'. That's why we decide to compose a difficult to perform piano concerto, that features violent changes in tempo and tone. It was an amazing performance conducted by Matsushiba-kun with elegant piano performed by Jitsukawa Kaoru and Ensemble FOVE' strings, brass instruments, woodwind instruments, and percussion.

(+ Matsushiba Taku) It's a piano concert in Russian romanticism style. B-minor is often avoided in classical music, but because Victor's Aria ~Stammi vicino~ is in B-major, I used it for the contrast between the two. In the show, we hear a few variations of this concert, a fuga for example, as background music. The beautiful and excellent performance of Jitsukawa Kaoru, a pianist highly praised both in Japan and abroad, and clarinet solo performed by Istvan Kohan are absolutely amazing. The expression 'allegro appasionato', that is a part of the title, is a musical term and it's used as a so called tempo marking.

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

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earphone-jacks · 9 months

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My Hero Academia Class 1-A Music Headcanons

I've been catching up on the manga and thinking a lot about Jiro making a collaborative playlist to help her really connect with her classmates lately. Anyway,

Deku listens to soundtracks, like bombastic instrumentals from old superhero movies, and I like to think he enjoys some fantasy adventures too. He also likes J-rock, including some openings and endings from the anime. He's pretty open to recommendations no matter the genre, but generally prefers more mellow stuff to help him relax and study or just unwind after a long day, and tends to listen to the same small handful of his favourite songs anyway.

Bakugo listens to heavy metal, particularly extreme metal. He loves the blast beat drumming and harsh vocals. A lot of the lyrics are incomprehensible upon listening, but if you took the time to look some of them up, they'd give more insight to his more vulnerable side that he's too prideful to show. I also like the idea of him having a softer private playlist that nobody lives to speak of.

Ochako didn't really seek out new music on her own before high school and formed her taste mostly from the radio or recommendations from friends. She has a lot of fun going through the playlist and she's happy to listen to anything from bubbly J-pop to heavy metal. I think she'd be a big fan of Babymetal.

Iida also likes instrumentals for studying, but more classical, and with faster tempos that he can take his morning runs to as well, like allegro. Something like hardcore techno would be funny, maybe some sport anthems, and a few more mellow rock songs that he picked up from his brother for when he needs to cool down.

Todoroki was very isolated and had a really limited musical library before high school. He'd also just listen to some classical, traditional Japanese music, or whatever was on the radio, if anything at all. He later gravitates to edgy alternative rock, or anything with relatable lyrics that help him vent his emotions. I think he could use that.

Tokoyami likes goth, modern classical, anything mellow, dark and ethereal-sounding with poetic lyrics. His music is oddly calming and haunting at the same time. He doesn't like anything too loud or harsh-sounding, partially because it can excite Dark Shadow too much.

Tsuyu and Koda both listen to cozy movie soundtracks, like from Disney or Ghibli, folk, lo-fi, ambient nature sounds, anything grounding and soothing, or "cottagecore".

Momo listens to classical, traditional pop, or modern music with elements of either, like baroque/chamber pop.

Jiro is already confirmed to have a preference for rock, probably alternative rock, and punk. I'd like to think some metal as well, but she'll listen to almost any genre and has impeccable taste in everything. She was largely influenced by her parents, and maybe grandparents, so her library spans a few decades as well.

Mina and Toru both listen to upbeat J-pop, and I like to think one of them introduced the others to Little Glee Monster. Maybe some sappy or wistful love songs more in private. Mina also likes 70s pop, disco and hip-hop, the kind of music that just compells you to dance and sing at the top of your lungs, maybe some psychedelic space rock and sci-fi horror soundtracks.

Kirishima is also confirmed to like 80s rock, like Eikichi Yazawa and Tsuyoshi Nagabuchi. I'd also think he likes stuff from as far back as the 50/60s as well, since Yazawa is the closest thing to Elvis from Japan that I know of, and that he picks up some more modern hard rock and metal mostly from Bakugo and Tetsutetsu as well.

Kaminari and Mineta both listen to J-pop, mostly from female idols that they think are cute. Besides that, Kaminari likes pop rock/punk and a lot of English music, and seems to have formed a lot of his taste from whatever was popular on the radio or social media with the occasional unexpected banger. He also had a dubstep, Vocaloid and hyperpop phase.

Sero is almost as adventurous as Jiro with music. He has a talent for finding underrated indie bands, and songs in a few different languages as well.

Aoyama also listens to some classical, but more opera, as well as French pop, some disco and house that he can vogue to. It's mostly upbeat but there's some sad-sounding songs in there as well that the others can't translate.

Shoji doesn't have much to contribute, being a minimalist, but he generally likes the more mellow indie stuff. He can get overstimulated easily.

Sato and Ojiro both like upbeat stuff, and enjoy music more as background noise for training, or baking in Sato's case. I also think Sato would enjoy the girls' bubbly pop music, and Ojiro would like some traditional stuff. Idk man they're nothing characters

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My sister-in-law is starting ballet and she wants me to give her one or two classes before her first class so she doesn't look like she doesn't know anything at all, so naturally I agreed. I was excited that she's starting ballet and love talking about it, but I never expected I would have SO MUCH FUN making combinations. I've come up with so many over the past day or so and can't stop lol. Picking the music is so fun, I'm using music I love dancing to, and then creating a combination to the music is just amazing. Some might be a bit....challenging for a beginner beginner, but I think that's a good thing!

This is the music and what combination each piece goes with!

Warm Up: Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 no. 2 (obviously)

Plies: The Shire theme from Lord of the Rings

Tendu and degage share music: Faure's Pelleas and Melisandre Sicilienne

Rond de jambes: Ashokan Farewell

Frappes: Solor's variation

Adagio at barre: Gadfly Romance

Grand Battements: Habanera from Carmen

Tendu in center: Tchaikovsky's piano concerto number 1 (duh)

Balances/Waltz: Swan Lake waltz

Petit allegro: Lord of the Rings surprise

Reverance: Nikiya's death

#ballet #ballet text post #adult ballet

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rodlaveraryna · 3 months

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giving music to the atp top ten minus that one person! inspired by @faeryaester :)

01. novak djokovic ★ apex predator — barrett wilbert weed, erika henningsen ☆ octet in e-flat major: iv. presto — felix mendelssohn ★ first — everglow

02. carlos alcaraz ☆ non-stop — original broadway cast of hamilton ★ take me home — ateez ☆ violin concerto no. 1: i. allegro maestoso–tempo giusto — niccolo paganini ★ promise — everglow ☆ liebesfreud — fritz kreisler

03. daniil medvedev ★ champagne problems — taylor swift ☆ la di da — everglow ★ the great mermaid — le sserafim ☆ the voyevoda, op. 78 — pyotr ilych tchaikovsky ★ chill kill — red velvet

04. jannik sinner ☆ violin concerto in d minor: i. allegro moderato — jean sibelius ★ first love/late spring — mitski ☆ veni vidi vici — cravity ★ wait for it — leslie odom jr., original broadway cast of hamilton ☆ i just — red velvet ★ liebesleid — fritz kreisler

05. andrey rublev ☆ pink in the night — mitski ★ nouvelle vague — wave to earth ☆ this is me trying — taylor swift ★ kingdom come — red velvet

06. holger rune ☆ tzigane, m. 76 — maurice ravel ★ maniac — conan gray ☆ i got a boy — girls’ generation ★ pirate — everglow

07. hubert hurkacz ☆ dance with you tonight — laufey ★ slut! — taylor swift ☆ ditto — newjeans

08. taylor fritz ★ satisfied — renee elise goldsberry, original broadway cast of hamilton ☆ midnight driver — fromm ★ island — youha ☆ francis forever — mitski

09. stefanos tsitsipas ★ nobody — mitski ☆ questions for the universe — laufey ★ anywhere but home — seulgi

most of these were chosen based on vibes/sound, not titles or lyrics haha

#tennis #novak djokovic #carlos alcaraz #daniil medvedev #jannik sinner #andrey rublev #holger rune #hubert hurkacz #taylor fritz #stefanos tsitsipas #sorry if my taste is basic lmao

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A/n: Hi folks! This is from my late night writing folder- I wanted an excuse to write nobility durgetash. May I present:

Our Lady Of Debauchery...(and other things)

(Durgetash)| DUrge x Lord Enver Gortash | named durge

Our music choice:

+*+

Tyrants palace, known to the locals as a den of debauchery was filled. Carriages of all colors and sizes flocked to the grand staircase, each holding its precious cargo- nobles.

The tyrants right hand wasn't used to this.

Wynne, child of bhaal sat on a dressing room chair attended too excitable human staff attempting to style her recently washed and un-pressed hair.

As a drow, her hair had two settings- unruly and wildly beautiful curls, or silky and pin straight hair (often times recently pressed with a steel comb). She held back tears as they continued to pull her hair into an updo, lining it with pins and sweeping her bangs into waves. She looked like the ads of women she so envied as a child, whatever that was to a drow. They set curls next to her eyes spinning her around to apply makeup... It would've been simpler to using a transforming scroll at this point

Her study as she liked to call it was colored a deep green, the walls embelised with a golden flower pattern, and dark wood paneling. Instead of a bed it held a shelved nook coated in lavender sheets and pillows. A hearth and a lavish blue rug lay to the other side of the bed with a dark wood desk with matching chair, a large plus armchair sat next to the hearth and sat at her vanity, decorated with bottles of cremes and combs.

The girls whispered about the guests, a young elven magistrate with long silver hair was found out to be a bachelor, he gave lord gortash a run for his money. Orin would be making appearance was well as another famous lord from across ferun, sent an invite for the temptations he would bring. She only had one plan and one target, the next in lead for the flaming fist. The dread fours mole has been chosen, a lord named Ravenguard.

This would be the first step in their plan, it should and it must go well.

The dress fit over her shoulders and was pulled down, corset pulled taught by two other women. This was abnormal, she felt uncomfortable in all the layers. .

She had forgone the heels deciding that a nice pair of embroidered flats should suffice.

She must admit this dress was lovely, and she would be it's first tester. The sage green complemented her soft brown skin and silky silver hair, pink florals decorated the base and hems, a delicate embroidery.

Gortash had chosen this dress for her, as often the lording would prefer for the future lady gortash to be at least fashionably adept.

She would just prefer to wear a button down and loose slacks

She sighed clipping in her singular pearl earring, a heavy teardrop shape, another gift from her lover. She made the final adjustments, dusting rouge onto her nose and oiled charcoal onto her lids, her eyes darkened by the deep colors. The assassin sighed with contempt taking a final look in the mirror. She looked decent enough to perhaps pass as a noble.

Wynne cleaned her hands off, the trail of the dress lagging behind. "Is master gortash ready? Our appearance is within ten to twenty minutes."

"He's been ready ma'am, waiting for you in the parlor for a bit now"

She chuffed, lifting up the train of her gown greatly disturbed by the lack of movement. How she hated this, Enver Gortash will never hear the end of this. He was no lord to her, simply an officer of the law seeking out the greater ideal of grand design, something she sought out for purpose. It was lucky- when she suggested to her long time lover about it. It was even luckier when the szarr family had allowed her to use the Library without incident. Or it could be the blessings her father continually blessed her with as the more successful child.

And now, one little dance, one small appearance, one night of suffering- and then it will be back to pants.

"Enver? Darling? Are you ready?"

She called out.

A confirming hum sounded from down the hall, his eyes lit up when he saw her. their warm and rich depths drinking her in . His hair was slicked back, this was not a good look for him.

"You look gorgeous! My beautiful huntress..." He cupped her chin kissing the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. "You look delicious...ugh, what a shame we have an event to attend." His eyes glittered.

"I hate this." She frowned "I hate your hair that way. I hate heels, I hate dresses, I hate people, I want to go lay under my blanket and have a large glass of wine and dwarf meat pies."

"Come now, don't be a downer. Does your blade not hunger for a cull? You'll be getting a sweet bloody treat later on- I'll let you keep the flesh."

She paused, thoughtful. "I do like flesh....."

"That's the spirit darling. Come now, we should be announced soon." He shook out his hair, no longer slicked back but slightly long and unruly. She liked it that way- as wild as his dark eyes.

From the parlor the manor house changed, dark flooring to beautiful creme tile, matching creme walls and chestnut panneling. Gold, and blue accents and paintings of nymphs and sleepy goats lined the walls.

One portrait was new, a woman with brown skin, deep burgundy eyes with a sad expression, her lips held a solum pout. Her hair was silvery blue, almost ethereal- she wore a simple blue dress and held items of selune.

"My heart- is that portrait new?" she admired the details as they passed. They walked arm in arm one of his hand petting her hand attached.

"It is indeed" he rumbled "I asked for your likeness- is it to your expectations?"

"Do I always look that sad then." She tilted her head, attempting to force a smile. Her lips found it hard to mold around.

He shrugged "I suppose, perhaps that's what the artist saw in your face. Asked them to use the portrait you gave me."

"ha! My father's portrait of me hm? I do look sad in that photo, mainly because I was hungry ."

"Perhaps we shall take more photos. Maybe we will capture your beautiful smile-" he plants a gentle kiss on her lips, his stubble gently scratching against her smooth skin.

They exhaled, contented, and anticipated the rush of noise following their announcement

"Enver, I am never doing this again. "

"I don't expect you too my darling"

The doors opened up and their names were announced

*Lady Wynne, paladin of selune and Lord Gortash of Wyrmere*

She shifted, uncomfortable at the attention. "I would much rather a discreet entrance but if this is the... Tradition. I shall do it."

She waved to the eyes and turned her way a cheesed smile plastered on her face.

"Think of it as any other scenario where I ask you to blend, remember you can be out of the dress after the first dance. Then our goal is to take out the target." He hummed, one hand on her waist. "Now because we are hosting this gala we must sit at the head of the table.

"Ugh just say I'm sick for that- Ill with the plague or some shit."

"Of course my darling." He helped her down the grand staircase, wary of her footing in the dress. She managed to look like she was floating down the stairs, she had an impression to make, this was her first noble circle appearance after all

The hall was loud, filled with a symphony voices each as distinct as a snowflake. Temples and churches sent their representatives, a contented looking, tall teifling escorted you to your seats. Her smile bright and her hands warm. Karlach her name was. One of Gortash's best.

Karlach was it? Beautiful creature she was. Would be a joy to see her innards.

Unfortunately within the realms of polite company such actions or thoughts are shamed.

Wynne smiled and introduced herself to the swarming hive of chatter, hands shook, flesh on flesh. Her ears rang with sound much louder than before: string instruments.

A dance had begun a good sign to keep her eyes peeled. A slight ping from her earring sent her catching Envers eye, he nodded toward the floor, before stopped by a shorter man dressed in a brilliant green frock.

They shook hands and fondly discussed things like old friends. The tyrant waved her over a tired "hold-it-together" smile on his face.

"Here's the lady of the hour!" He hummed taking her hand "lady Wynne, this is ... Lord? Astarion"

"Please - it's just Astarion, Astarion Anuncinn. At you and the lord's service." He paused "I am.. unfamiliar with the custom of meeting drow - is there a specific greeting?"

Her ears wiggled in odd excitement, "while I find it imensly charmed that you would ask, a handshake is fine. Our culture is no different than the norm."

The magistrate paused for a second, his eyes were gentle and thoughtful. "I'm sorry I hadn't meant to offend you" curls framed his face, silvery like spider silk, or a fine Iron. His milky white face bloomed with a faint pink in his cheeks, beautiful streaks of watercolor. How he'd make a pretty corpse.

"I can assure you none was taken. Now, astarion was it? What do you do for work?"

She hadn't expected to become this social. Hadn't expected someone charming such as the magistrate. His voice sung of an un-quenchable desire for something. Knowledge? Hunger? Power? Men and their secrets.

"hm? Me?" His hand was gloved "my lady, we have been hardly introduced- and you're already prying! How naughty." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles delicately. "Charmed. would you like to go somewhere quiet to discuss then?"

"Oh no!" She hummed "I'd like to leave period."

He raised his brow, something sparkling in his eye. "why does a sweet treat like you want to leave? I'm sure you'd be the belle of the ball"

"That's the point- I do not like the attention." His hand covered hers in a comforting way, his hands were cool, a low thrumming pulse emminating from them, though not sure from whom it was.

He hummed slowly, almost quizzical. His long lashes lowered and looking through them, "then why are you here."

She had never expected a question so personal. "I suppose.. it is my duty ultimately, as is every noble. Though I do not consider myself amongst their *ilk*"

He adjusted his ruffle collar "neither do I, I appear for my father often. He's less inclined to show up to parties like this." He paused for a moment "would you like to dance? Or perhaps we can find another quiet area to experience each other's company... Completely."

She hummed rocking back on her heels. "I am unsure how these parties work. Would you be willing to teach me?"

His smile was wide, cupids lip pulled taught and ready to fire. "I would quite like too."

*Don't get too carried away love. Remember to have a job to do*

He held out his hand, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Wynne gingerly set her hand in his.

A string quartet played a slow and alluring rhythm as he spun her about. Careful and mindful of her feet- soft padded heels clicking against the floor

Perhaps this was the last time in her life she would have fun. Perhaps she should savor it.

Who knew.

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