Swan Lake

Rehearsals…

These days makes me exhausted… And day by day, I’m deeply knowing Arthur… Maybe it’s a good thing I gave it a chance… But I’m still cruel for my heart will never belong to him. Just my mind… Just because I cannot be with the one I desire deep in my core.

robin-a:

Yeah- old wives tales usually stem from truth. Worry does more than give you wrinkles. People die from stress, too. It wouldn’t surprise me, anyway. 

Don’t keel over from stress, alright? It’s unnecessary. You have nothing to be stressed about. 

Rehearsals: I’ll be there. I’ll see you, but you’ll be too busy to see me. 

Hey, are you okay? You seem upset about something… And I’m always seeing you… Checking every move you make… I know, you nearly lost your balance the other day.

robin-a:

You weren’t alone, so… I didn’t think I needed to stay.

Hospitals and I don’t really mix. At all. 

Well, I am okay now… Stress can really kill huh? I meant has the capacity to make you sick.

I’ll see you at rehearsals… 

robin-a:

Not that you made it easy for me, but yes. 

I got some help, too. Your dear ol’ partner was very concerned. Literally had to kick him out once we got to your apartment. 

But… why didn’t you stay? I was in a hospital yesterday… Like the whole day. With Joseph of course… Though, I’m glad you left my door unlocked.

robin-a:

Dance was rough today. Ouch. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone on that run this morning. 

Robin, were you the one who got me home when I passed out, one fateful day during rehearsals for the play? I believe you’re the only one who has my keys.

Blur | Josephine & Joseph

josephfournier:

Joseph had been a little overexcited for the past few days, ever since he had got Aidan to be his model. He felt like he had betrayed Josephine, he had actually betrayed Josephine and he felt awfully bad for doing that, even if really deep on himself he thought it wasn’t that bad. He needed to take those pictures and he didn’t wanted to make her get unfocussed from her rehearsals. And then there had been Arthur, ever since he found out about him, he felt like that was all Josephine talked about, just Arthur and how amazing he was, how cute and sweet he was, and he was tired of it. 

He let out a soft sigh and rubbed his eyes, he hadn’t been sleeping at all for two days now and all just so he could finish his project. He stared at the pictures for a couple of seconds before it hit him, he hadn’t heard anything from Josephine after their little fight and the sound of his mouth taking a deep breath filled the room. He hated the fact that it happened, he hated the senseless way he acted and he hated even more how he had felt at that moment. That moment where he noticed what he understood from Aidan was true, the moment when William’s words turned into actual truth and the way he was mocking her for her feelings. 

A soft smile crossed his lips and he shook his head, he just hoped Josephine was doing alright and he really hoped she had forgive him for all the things he said to her. He looked at his phone and saw the ballerina’s name on the screen, picking it up slowly his face went blank as he read the message. He quickly stood up and ran out of his room. As soon as he was in front of the girl’s door he knocked it twice and opened it slowly. For his surprise the door was unlocked so he made his way in “Hey Sephine, it’s me” he said softly as he walked into the room and noticed the girl laying on bed and hugged under the covers. He gave her a soft smile before he walked closer to her and kneel down next to her bed “Hey, how are you feeling? What happened?” he asked softly running his hand through her hair.

It was cold all around her and her vision’s in a haze that all she wanted to do was to close her pretty eyes. Even the sounds that surround her, was like just a static. The voice she heard has now turned into a straight long static, which made the young girl cringe and folded herself closer to her. Though thoughts may not be of some import or there would not be so much space for it anyway—Josephine still wondered who might be the one who took her home. Was Joseph there? Not even a speck of thought that Arthur was the one who took her home didn’t come through her mind. As she lay peacefully on her bed, she was trying her best to make herself feel better and to eradicate the sickness running through her veins right now. Her attention was somehow drifted when she heard the voice that she wanted to hear so much. From the closing of her door which perplexed her so much of why it was open, to the slowly approaching presence of Joseph. She listened, with eyes closed to the questions of Joseph. It somehow overwhelmed Josephine that it took awhile before she can actually comprehend it all and come up with an answer.

Josephine has her eyes closed still and let out a moan for having some uncomfortable feeling. “I thought you wouldn’t come. I never felt this sick. Like very sick.” Josephine said with her eyes still closed. Her hand weakly moved from under her covers to reach out to Joseph’s hand. “It’s so cold Joseph. Is it winter already?” There were crystals of sweat on her forehead. It was very evident that even rosy color on her beautiful face faded and even her red lips suddenly turned to pale pink. “I’ve never felt so tired in my life Joseph… Am I going to die now?” She was trying her best to hide the fact that she was shaking, but her slightly slurred speech didn’t cooperate that much. Josephine wasn’t able to reach to Joseph’s. A small sigh left the small gap between her lips and finally, she tried to open her eyes and see the face of Joseph. But when she did, all she can feel was throbbing pain inside her cranium and a blurry figure of Joseph.

Then she blacked out even before she can speak another word. The girl didn’t have any recollection of what had happened after but the next thing she knew she was on another bed. Higher than the one she had. Lighter than the one they have back in the dorms. And it struck to her that she was already in a hospital. Josephine doesn’t have any idea how long she actually succumbed to the unconscious but she was glad to have finally seen Joseph clearly. She looked through her body and saw that there were some kind of plasters stuck on her skin. “Why am I here?” She said weakly. Nonetheless, she felt fine. It was just Joseph in the room. And she was fine. 

(Source: josephinedubois)

Patching Up | Josephine & Robin

robin-a:

If Robin was good at anything other than dance, it was compartmentalizing. She took her still simmering anger towards the blonde and patched it up in a box. She shoved it to the back of her mind, leaving it by the attic stairs to gather dust. She left it with the other boxes that she never touched, the ones she was so afraid of opening. They said that bottling things up was unhealthy; they said nothing about boxes. Despite this, she probably had a few bottles worth of things back there too. At this point, Robin couldn’t begin to know. 

Not dancing was never an option for the brunette. It has been so integrated into her life that stopping was out of the realm of possibilities. Last summer, when Robin fractured her wrist when hiking with her sister and friends, the determined girl still danced. Her mother said that it was like a drug, which made Papa crack a smile behind his newspaper. In a way, it was. Dance saved her life, because when she danced she didn’t have to think. She had time to pack up her feelings, and duct-tape them into that box in the farthest reaches of the closet. 

That stated, her row with Josephine- no matter how painful toward her (though, really, it was nothing compared to the incident)- was not going to keep her from dancing. She stopped going to the school held rehearsals, only showing up when it was required. Instead, Robin signed up for advanced dance classes at the local community center. The first three days, it was like she was a fish out of water flopping uselessly on the shore. It had taken a long time to break her of the strict confines of ballet. It took a few tiring and frustrating days, but the brunette realized that she had wanted this outlet all along. Now that she could, she was wondering why she didn’t branch out sooner. Ballet, or the kind that Robin was used to was very harsh, very rule-oriented. It was like Mother, and even though she loved ballet- hell, even though she was good at ballet, it always reminded her a little too closely of home. Not the good home, either. Now she had made friends, and showing Josephine the things she had learned was exciting. 

Robin didn’t need to be pushed into showing off her new moves. She hummed out a beat before starting. She could feel Josephine watching, but wasn’t aware of the other girls. It started slow, but sped up as the seconds ticked by. It wasn’t much, but a bunch of moves strung together on the spot, only about a minute and a half long. There were hints of ballet, but it was smoother, more fluid. Where ballet was elegance and style, this dance was more broken, more soulful. She finished, flushing with pride and embarrassment when Josephine started clapping so enthusiastically. With a small shrug, she brushed her curls out of her face. “That was just a little something thrown together. It’s a lot more fun with a partner. You can do cool lifts and bigger dances. It’s really fun…” a breathy laugh punctuated the end of her little speech, but it trailed off. 

She rubbed the back of her neck, pulling the lose University of Auckland sweatshirt over her shoulders. Smoothly, she sat in front of Josephine, head ticked to the side in slight confusion, but a smile still lingered on her lips. It took a minute, but then the blonde beauty started talking. Robin’s features softened, even though part of her was reminded that she should be angry. Right now, she just wasn’t. It felt good to have her friend back. 

Robin thought she should say something sweet, something thoughtful and lovely, but nothing came to mind. Thankfully, Josephine changed the subject, and Robins’ blue-green eyes brightened considerably. “Oh, I’ve heard about him. Al, or something. What’s his name? God, I heard he was just breathtaking. Well, he has to be pretty damn good to keep up with you, ya know, Josie,” Robin teased lightly, smirking. 

She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head in mock annoyance when Josephine reached out and fixed one of her curls. “Speaking of,” she began. Giddiness bubbled up in Robin’s stomach, just waiting to be let out with a girlish squeal of joy. “I got the part! And I didn’t even have to re-audition! They just gave it to me, even before they officially changed the parts. Now we can work together on an actual production! It’s going to be amazing!” A loud laugh echoed through the studio. “Batting for the other team now, huh Josie? I bet it was your new partner. God, anyone would have a crush on him. Speaking of, I need to meet this kid. Seriously, Josie. You must let me. Ha! Or maybe it’s Joseph. What exactly did you too do after I left you alone?” Yep, teasing Josephine was still as much fun as it used to be. Robin got to her feet, stretching beside Josephine as the blonde went through a few steps. 

The only reason that Josephine broke off the conversation on the floor with Robin was her last question. Is it already the right time that something actually happened between us? Even before my supposedly escapade happened? Her dancing slowed until it stopped and she just stood there silent for a moment. After a few more seconds, she looked up at the mirror and diverted her eyes from her own reflection toward the direction of Robin’s. “Nothing… We just talked. We hang.” The smile that crept from Sephine’s lips has a mix of regret and confusion, but the girl hoped that her best girl friend doesn’t see it at all. Why would I think about that time again anyway? She sighed then smiled fully. “About Arthur, yes, I will let you meet him. Don’t be surprised if he kind of already knows about you briefly. I’ve been talking about you to him at times.” But he doesn’t know about Joseph yet. And all the things that had happened in my life. Doing another small set of graceful and fluid movements, Josephine finally decided to stop fully and let herself fall in to a seated position back on the floor. The blonde girl looked up at Robin as she does some movements. Then back to her hands that were rested on her outstretched legs.

“I’m happy that at least you’ll be with me in this play. Finally, our plans are coming true one by one.” Josephine didn’t expect that she would actually be really happy about what happened. Of course, there was still the hint of little envy and whatnot, but she was glad about herself not being overly clouded with that greedy feeling. She was proud. Josephine was proud that she’ll be able to dance with her best girl friend, whom she had special feelings before. The blonde ballerina watched her friend as she also took a halt on dancing. “Have anyone told you, that you’re stunning? I’m sure other male ballet dancers would want to date you.” She giggled and put her arms beside her as she leaned on the air. Her last question about Joseph kept on ringing and ringing and even swimming on and on through Josephine’s head. “Something happened between us, Robin.” For sure, Robin already knew that Josephine suddenly started harbouring special feelings for Joseph just days after they have really hanged out thoroughly. Josephine knew that she shouldn’t have harboured them so now, she is in a gutter of unpleasant confusion.

She knew that what she was saying right now will shock the hell out of her best girl friend. The things turned out differently. She thought, she’ll be with Robin. What if she was with Robin? Will she feel this feeling toward Joseph? Will she be letting Arthur be the new channel for Josephine’s love for Joseph? Maybe, maybe not. She wasn’t sure but maybe these things had happened because it was meant to be happening. “Robin, you are aware of what I feel toward Joseph right? Or aren’t you really in the light of what I really feel?” She has to tell someone of what her emotions are telling her. A lot of things had changed for her. She’s getting miserable and miserable as the days go by. The hallucinations and voices of her conscience kept on haunting her in the form of Antoinette who was already long dead. But she has to ignore it… But ignoring is not making everything good. It’s just getting worse. So here she was, trying to open up with Robin. I should have done this before… Opening up with someone who might have understood me long before. She looked straight through Robin’s eyes and she can really see her full reaction at what she just said. “Yes, I did sleep with Joseph.” And that wrapped up everything in her mind for now.

(Source: josephinedubois)