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[fairytaleknight]

[Before: "Drosselmeyer killed them," Fakir breathes. "And he used me to do it."]

The first gray shock is turning into anger by the time Fakir finds his way to the Milliways ballet practice room. Fakir wants to pour his rage into leaps and fouettes, to dance until his mind and body are one, utterly focused on the demands of each step.

Unfortunately, Fakir's initiation wasn't even a full day ago, and his legs and feet have not recovered from sixty-four hours spent standing.

Begin at the beginning.

Fakir grips the barre and moves into first position. If he can't throw himself into a sequence of leaps, he'll throw himself into the warmup drills.

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[reallyaduck]

Duck's been looking for Fakir since losing him in the bar. (It seems like she's always looking high and low for somebody, these days.) She had every intention of dragging him back home, to get a proper night's sleep in his own bed --

-- but now she's caught in the doorway, watching Fakir move his exhausted body through the discipline of the doors, struck still with the same wistful fascination as when she sees Rue at rehearsal.

Even after three days of deprivation, he's got the focus she can't ever see to master. It's painful to watch him, and beautiful, too.