Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

During those opening moments, Damien couldn't help but feel a little confused and maybe even overwhelmed. They were here under a pretense, pretending to be things they weren't, and that served to cause Damien some hidden discomfort. But as the seconds wore on with his focus occupied between his partner and footwork, that notion took a backseat for now. He could be enjoy this for who he was rather than as some thinly veiled persona.

It certainly helped his performance when this dance started to feel more like the kind shared between fighters. There wasn't anything else like the thrill of going up against somebody with the same skill and resolve, but this came close. He found himself trying to think like her, anticipating what she might do, and what he needed to do in return to maintain the flow. Naturally, this meant a certain degree of improvisation, but that was hardly something people would condemn when it came to art. While this was as alien as the language she spoke at first, time spent reading into the motions provided insight, and this proved no different than the process he followed trying to learn said language. If anything, being open to culture for what it was served to help him in the present, better understanding the person drawing him through the remainder of this musical number.

There was a flourish coming, he was sure of it, like the split second before getting the nose on target and ending the affair. Though in this context it was far less lethal, and typically was the sort of thing that was mutually enjoyed. And after all this, free of the confusion he'd initially felt, he was prepared for what might come next. Even the music gave subtle hints, pauses of certain instruments to allow a focus on select others heightened the drama, but it signalled a transition as well. She was right to admire him for his fire and confidence, since especially in a moment like this, those were the only traits he personified. What was more significant to reflect upon was that in moving in such exhausting unison like this, they had effectively become mirrors of each other. Even if by necessity, they were absorbed in the flow of uninterrupted focus on each other, so at least until the music stopped, they had become more than themselves.

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