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[for kat]
Blue has never been much for birthday parties. This year, thinking about who she'd even invite if she had one just seems like a recipe for throwing a notebook at the wall or crying in the kitchen, but it also seems like a year to celebrate making it through -- for Kat, too, honestly. With a few weeks left before school starts, weather muggy but getting cooler and breezy, it seems like a good time to just relax.
She'd texted Kat as the birthday girl, i have decreed that we're treating ourselves with a picture of a couple bottles of rose she'd then brought home, and every intent to order absolute trash food and the most ridiculous that Filmfix has to offer and get cuddles.
She'd texted Kat as the birthday girl, i have decreed that we're treating ourselves with a picture of a couple bottles of rose she'd then brought home, and every intent to order absolute trash food and the most ridiculous that Filmfix has to offer and get cuddles.
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She's not even entirely sure Henrietta had had ballet lessons, although she hadn't been exactly the sort of girl to want them. Doesn't mean she didn't like the idea of watching.
"Hmm," she says. "When I was little, I used to want to be Ellie Satler. You know, from Jurassic Park?" She's not sure that's home, exactly, but it is something deep in her heart. "Taking care of triceratops and studying berries. I watched it over and over, on some old VHS. Even though it terrified me. The music always got to me, too."
She smiles, a little embarrassed. "Home was always a crazy mashup of music. Folk rock and international and whatever top 40 Orla wanted to listen to and hippie stuff. My mom really loved Fleetwood Mac, though. I remember lying on the floor as a kid listening to Rhiannon."
Thinking back, it should be less weird that her dad is a Welsh tree-mage her mother summoned for fun, probably.
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As always, she's sure it will be completely unreliable, but it isn't as if they never get any media from home. It seems at least worth looking into, a nice bit of nostalgia for the two of them. Jurassic Park might not have been one of her favorites like it was Blue's, but it's still a damn good movie.
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"Oh, and we should look for some Tchaikovsky and you can tell me about the story in the music. Absolutely. It's a date."
She smiles at her own phrasing and takes a sip of her wine, glancing over at the rom com on the TV. "I mean, you know."
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She grins at the thought, leaning back against the couch. "And if we can find any Tchaikovsky, or any good ballets, I will definitely tell you the story."
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"Good," she says, curling up next to her, one arm across the back of the couch and head resting on it thoughtfully. "Hey, so, will you tell me if I'm out of line, if I say something? There was this thing made me think of you the other day and I ...don't want to not tell you."
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"What is it?"
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That's what she does, though. She'd blame it on being the scion of a psychic family, but it's more her own impatience and curiosity. She pries. She turns things over. Especially when it comes to people she also wants to know everything about, and oh, she hasn't really thought about it like that before, but there it is.
"At the gym, there's been this girl coming in to do like -- strength training? Physical therapy, flexibility, that kind of stuff," she says, and waves her glass a little. "I guess I noticed because it was a little different than some of the other workouts, so I talked to her a little, and, she's a dancer."
Her cheeks feel hot, which is stupid, and she sets her head on her arm and looks up at Kat. "She had her whole kneecap removed last year, and she has to do a ton of PT but she's going back to dancing. And -- well, I couldn't help but think of you. That maybe there are ways even if it's not, you know, lead ballerina--" Blue trails off, hopefully and also self-conscious.
[OOC: Lol this is SO LATE. SO LATE. I would completely understand if you need to drop this thread, though I would like more Kat and Blue soon -- maybe talking about demons, bleh? -- if so!]
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She's still hesitant to now, but she likes the idea, the thought behind it. "I miss it," she admits, because certainly, there can't be any harm in that. "Even though it feels like forever ago now..."
With a lopsided little smile, she adds, "And you're not out of line, I promise."
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"I'm sure it does," she says, nodding. "And I think it's good that it's not who you are, in a way? That no one thing is, for either of us, I mean. But I can tell you miss it, the way you talk sometimes, and I just --"
She returns the sideways smile. "I want you to be happy, whether that means dancing or not, you know?"
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Then, of course, she can't help but wonder if she's selfish for wanting that at all when so many people don't get that; they just get jobs to get by. Maybe she doesn't need a calling. It's hard, though, to go from having one to not.
"Yeah, I get you," she says, smile still in place. "I think I'll always miss it, too. No matter what happens, you know? There'll always be that... might have been."