Her feet padded against the lush grass.The gym so small downstairs in the
Institute, she was forced to manipulate her abilities and drag the mats out
into the back garden to practice. Her flexed her toes upon the blades of
dewy grass and paused, shaking out her limbs a moment, she shut her eyes,
backing up a few steps, she stared down the line of mats, her heart racing.
She always got a kind of rush from practice, she did a basic run down every day, flexing her muscles and stretching her limbs to the maximum.She didn't do any serious routine training anymore, she was a mutant, she wasn't able to compete in competitions because of a secret unfair advantage. Yet she thought it was skill, hard earned skill that she had even before the manifestation of her powers, but who knows who might argue that she had used her abilities to cause other competitors to mess up. Mutants might be the most exceptional beings on the planet, but they certainly weren't treated fairly.
She glanced over her shoulder one last time, and stretched her arms over her head, flexing her foot back against the grass, she threw her body over, her hands planting easily upon the mat in front of her, she flipped over easily with a liquid like grace, her body creating perfect arcs as it pursued the length of the mat. It seemed so effortless as she carried herself over and over, flip after twist after cartwheel. Tuck, roll, and stretch. Like a dancer, she was lithe.Balanced and fluid. Like a gymnast, she was flexible, hard working and would do anything to achieve her goals.
Her feet and hands barely made a sound upon the mats, the early morning sun baring down on her back, the shimmer of her suit, a simple black, leotard. Her ebon hair fixed back into a high ponytail, she was neat, tidy and precise. As ever. Always so absorbed in her works, she didn't see the flicker of yellow eyes within the oak trees just ahead of her, watching in awe, her every motion, he didn't miss a trick as the shadow of a tail flicked from side to side, like an animal waiting to pounce.
The yellow eyes flickered once more, watching her turn and retreat in the other direction, away from him. His head tilted in curiosity, the tail, seemingly with a life if its own, twitched from side to side, whipping about the air, watching as she paused, twisting one leg around, straight out, her toes pointed, she paused, before.
She turned, she snapped around, seeming to look him straight in the eye. He dropped his shut, to hide himself, she looked suspicious for a moment, before she rolled her shoulders, twisting around, she bent backward, bracing her palms against the floor, pushing herself up, then over, she planted her feet upon the foot of the mat. She looked up, continuing the way she was headed, she sopped at the other end of the mat, not looking up as she smoothed out her ponytail.
::Hi, Kurt.::
The yellow eyes snapped wide in shock, he watched her as she seemed to busy herself, stretching at the end of the mat, her back toward him. He didn't move an inch, or respond in anyway, tense within the confines of the tree. A minute went by, a painful minute, before she tried again.
::You want something?::
He swallowed then. How was he supposed to respond to that? He looked like a deer caught in headlights for a moment, before he stammered, trying to regain the cool he'd had the first day they met. It was her who liked him so much then.Now it was like she was completely indifferent and he was left wondering if she was really put off by appearances.
Before he could come up with a plausible excuse for being up in the tree, spying on her, he lost his footing after slipping on one of the branches, his eyes snapping wide, he gaped, "Gott in Himmel!!" and he fell, with a rustle of leaves and a crack of branches, he landed in a furiously blushing heap of blue fur and flowers. Leo snapped around, slightly wide eyed before she jogged down the mat toward him, a look of worry on her face, which Kurt mistook for pity. "Kurt! Are you alright?" Leo frowned as she neared him, he had his head down in his hands, crouched at the bottom of the tree, he was deathly still for a moment, looking ashamed and humiliated, before he shook his head at her, over and over. "Oh.oh, Es tut mir leid, mien mädchen.Es tut mir leid."
He swallowed, looking humiliated, and frustrated at the plan in ruins at his feet. "No.Kurt, it's okay, I don't mind, I-" He didn't wait for her to finish, instead, he was gone in a puff of smoke, to hide from her. She gasped, frowning, her brow pulled into a worried expression, she stepped toward the place where he sat.There were flowers there.Posies, about a handful, scattered everywhere.broken and trampled where he'd landed.and a folded piece of paper.
Her heart fell heavy and she sighed, stooping, she brushed aside the crumpled posies, and pulled it away, unfolding it, she read.
She always got a kind of rush from practice, she did a basic run down every day, flexing her muscles and stretching her limbs to the maximum.She didn't do any serious routine training anymore, she was a mutant, she wasn't able to compete in competitions because of a secret unfair advantage. Yet she thought it was skill, hard earned skill that she had even before the manifestation of her powers, but who knows who might argue that she had used her abilities to cause other competitors to mess up. Mutants might be the most exceptional beings on the planet, but they certainly weren't treated fairly.
She glanced over her shoulder one last time, and stretched her arms over her head, flexing her foot back against the grass, she threw her body over, her hands planting easily upon the mat in front of her, she flipped over easily with a liquid like grace, her body creating perfect arcs as it pursued the length of the mat. It seemed so effortless as she carried herself over and over, flip after twist after cartwheel. Tuck, roll, and stretch. Like a dancer, she was lithe.Balanced and fluid. Like a gymnast, she was flexible, hard working and would do anything to achieve her goals.
Her feet and hands barely made a sound upon the mats, the early morning sun baring down on her back, the shimmer of her suit, a simple black, leotard. Her ebon hair fixed back into a high ponytail, she was neat, tidy and precise. As ever. Always so absorbed in her works, she didn't see the flicker of yellow eyes within the oak trees just ahead of her, watching in awe, her every motion, he didn't miss a trick as the shadow of a tail flicked from side to side, like an animal waiting to pounce.
The yellow eyes flickered once more, watching her turn and retreat in the other direction, away from him. His head tilted in curiosity, the tail, seemingly with a life if its own, twitched from side to side, whipping about the air, watching as she paused, twisting one leg around, straight out, her toes pointed, she paused, before.
She turned, she snapped around, seeming to look him straight in the eye. He dropped his shut, to hide himself, she looked suspicious for a moment, before she rolled her shoulders, twisting around, she bent backward, bracing her palms against the floor, pushing herself up, then over, she planted her feet upon the foot of the mat. She looked up, continuing the way she was headed, she sopped at the other end of the mat, not looking up as she smoothed out her ponytail.
::Hi, Kurt.::
The yellow eyes snapped wide in shock, he watched her as she seemed to busy herself, stretching at the end of the mat, her back toward him. He didn't move an inch, or respond in anyway, tense within the confines of the tree. A minute went by, a painful minute, before she tried again.
::You want something?::
He swallowed then. How was he supposed to respond to that? He looked like a deer caught in headlights for a moment, before he stammered, trying to regain the cool he'd had the first day they met. It was her who liked him so much then.Now it was like she was completely indifferent and he was left wondering if she was really put off by appearances.
Before he could come up with a plausible excuse for being up in the tree, spying on her, he lost his footing after slipping on one of the branches, his eyes snapping wide, he gaped, "Gott in Himmel!!" and he fell, with a rustle of leaves and a crack of branches, he landed in a furiously blushing heap of blue fur and flowers. Leo snapped around, slightly wide eyed before she jogged down the mat toward him, a look of worry on her face, which Kurt mistook for pity. "Kurt! Are you alright?" Leo frowned as she neared him, he had his head down in his hands, crouched at the bottom of the tree, he was deathly still for a moment, looking ashamed and humiliated, before he shook his head at her, over and over. "Oh.oh, Es tut mir leid, mien mädchen.Es tut mir leid."
He swallowed, looking humiliated, and frustrated at the plan in ruins at his feet. "No.Kurt, it's okay, I don't mind, I-" He didn't wait for her to finish, instead, he was gone in a puff of smoke, to hide from her. She gasped, frowning, her brow pulled into a worried expression, she stepped toward the place where he sat.There were flowers there.Posies, about a handful, scattered everywhere.broken and trampled where he'd landed.and a folded piece of paper.
Her heart fell heavy and she sighed, stooping, she brushed aside the crumpled posies, and pulled it away, unfolding it, she read.
