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indispensible) wrote2013-12-26 05:02 pm
indispensible) wrote2013-12-26 05:02 pm
six. list & private & spam. hail the pages turning.
This is rude.
private } arya
I want to talk to you.
[Because she feels weird and confused about this holiday, and she wants to beat it up.]
spam } stark
[Vin sends Clifford after Stark, not to monitor his behavior exactly, but to essentially bother him until he gets fed up with it and comes to find her. She has a question, okay.]
open spam } library
[She's looking for information - she's even writing it down. Not about the holidays, all of which frighten and annoy her in ways she can't even begin to articulate, but about dance. She starts with a history, gets frustrated with it, manages not to throw it across the room, and finds a book with more pictures and less history. Reading is still relatively new to her. She doesn't understand why it's harder when she's upset.]
[This is her gift to herself, if everyone is meant to get them: a search for movements that mean as much to other people as hers mean to her. Different ways of learning to speak.]
[Soon enough, she's surrounded by piles of books and half-crumpled papers, with her childish handwriting scrawled across it.]
➽ Ben: Comfortable, dressy shoes to dance in
➽ Alana: A slim knife, with a note that I’ll show her how to use it if she likes.
➽ Nathan: Memorable smells from my home – the beer and liquor of our hideout, the perfumes of the balls, ash beaten into a Mistcloak, the smell of metal shavings suspended in liquid. A locket with a picture of her in it.
➽ Beatrix: A glass dagger.
➽ Megamind: A music box, with music and steps from home, if you can do that.
➽ Morgana: A comfortable gown with space in the sleeves for weapons, and a simple circlet.
➽ Kelsier: A gold pocket-watch, with a picture of Mare inside.
➽ Marsh: Fabric, as much as he wants and any kind he wants.
➽ Zane: Things to touch. Pieces of coarse furs, or soft leaves, lamb’s ear, rough bark. Things to remind him who he is when he gets upset.
➽ Stark: A koloss sword
➽ Arya: Ways to conceal weapons – thigh straps, arm straps. Thin, light mail. A key to my cabin, in case she ever needs me.
➽ Dean: Ten pies. They have to stay good until he wakes up and be next to his bed when he does.
private } arya
I want to talk to you.
[Because she feels weird and confused about this holiday, and she wants to beat it up.]
spam } stark
[Vin sends Clifford after Stark, not to monitor his behavior exactly, but to essentially bother him until he gets fed up with it and comes to find her. She has a question, okay.]
open spam } library
[She's looking for information - she's even writing it down. Not about the holidays, all of which frighten and annoy her in ways she can't even begin to articulate, but about dance. She starts with a history, gets frustrated with it, manages not to throw it across the room, and finds a book with more pictures and less history. Reading is still relatively new to her. She doesn't understand why it's harder when she's upset.]
[This is her gift to herself, if everyone is meant to get them: a search for movements that mean as much to other people as hers mean to her. Different ways of learning to speak.]
[Soon enough, she's surrounded by piles of books and half-crumpled papers, with her childish handwriting scrawled across it.]
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[The freaky part is, she's mostly not lying. Vin is just stubborn as all hell. She scowls at him at the praise, but then focuses on her feet again, and before she knows it she's smiling somewhat with satisfaction.]
Of course I got it. [Hmph.]
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[He'll fold his arms before peering over at the other books.]
So, why are you trying to learn these? I'm guessing there's more than just that one, right?
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Different types of dances. All kinds. Just to compare them.
[Compare them to what she knew before, and see what's similar, what's different; what they make her feel, if anything.]
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Yeah? What for though? Just curiosity?
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I used to dance back home. There was never much . . . variety, though.
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Then, what were dances back home like? Not like that salsa, I'm guessing.
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Sort of like a waltz. I learned about a waltz here. But a different count.
. . . There might have been some I didn't know about, too. I only learned a few dances before I had to stop. [Because other things became significantly more important.]
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Follow my steps, all right?
[Which is in her opinion enough warning to just go. It's not a waltz, actually; it's the first dance she learned at home. But he doesn't need to know that.]
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All right, lead on.
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[She doesn't give most people much slack. Kylar doesn't get any.]
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One step, two step, three step, four step, right foot not left, okay got it.
One step, two step, three... this isn't so bad. He begins to smile when he starts to get the hang of it. It's not as smooth as a glide but he's wary enough not to crush any toes.]
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[It's not what Vin's used to. He's good, but he's still sort of utilitarian, and she doesn't trust him, which makes it hard for her to move as smoothly as she ought. But it's still kind of nice.]
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As she eases her movements he'll gladly take the lead. He can sense that she isn't fully relaxed, but he's not about to pry. He's too focused on getting the steps right and leading properly to make much more of it.]
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[Just like her.]
[After a few more moments of silence, she fixes him with a serious look.]
You should help me teach.
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Teach? That's why you're reading all of these books?
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Does that mean you won't? Because you're good at it. [Freakishly good at it, in fact.]
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Maybe.
[He breaks step and takes one back.]
Look, dancing just isn't really my thing. That's all.