pointe, pirouette, and plie
reyna and jason both grew up in a dance studio in their hometown, but as they prepare to embark away to college and auditions, fate brings them together. [collections of jeyna oneshots. Updates normally on sunday,. Disclaimer: I don't know that much about ballet]
dragon prompts: Sunset,
c/p prompts: formation
chapter one: breathe
a/n: Hello, friends! I'm Mags, and I've come to invade the PJO fandom with a little jeyna. If you like Jasper better, that's fine. I might include some hints at jasper, but this fic will mostly be jeyna. (If any of y'all love jeyna, pm me.)
This is going to be a collection of chronological oneshots, short a sweet, about Jason and Reyna's life as dancers going to the same studio. It will mostly update on Sundays, but don't fear if I update randomly in the week. :)
I love watching ballet and have danced it when I was little but stopped. So I don't know that much about ballet and dance, so sorry if I mess up on stuff. I'll try to research.
Prompts: formation and sunset
Reyna stooped down to untie her pointe shoes. As usual, she was the last student in Room C in her dance studio, Move and Dance.
The walls of Room C were made of elegant bricks with a thin layer of white paint that was peeling in some areas. Windows over-looked the city's busting streets where cars raced down the roads and pedestrians hurried home to a hot dinner. The stereo in the corner of the room glistened as light from the setting sun hit its shiny metal body.
Reyna suddenly froze halfway through untying her shoes. She felt a tingling in her foots that soon spread to her legs. The tingle that screamed, I wanna dance!
She quickly laced up her shoes again and hooked up her phone to the speakers. The teachers at the studio had known Reyna for 14 years and trusted her enough to give her the duties of locking up the rooms. They certainly wouldn't mind if she used this room for practice.
She scrolled through her songs until she found the right one. Sleeping Lotus. The soft piano music flowed out of the speakers as Reyna began to dance.
The routine was something she knew from heart; she had practiced it so many times. The formation of the dance was simple, flow like a river and travel across the room.Up, down, hands in fifth.Pirouette into forth and land. Brisé .Chaines, chaines, chaines, stop. Pas de chat, land, arms in fifth. Walk, walk, turn, arabesque.
The movements flowed from Reyna's body with ease. She didn't even have to talk to herself while dancing; it just flowed from her. She kept staring back into the mirror to make sure she was as close to perfect as possible.
As she danced and looked, she could hear Mrs. Robert's voice criticizing her in her head. Stand taller. Extend your arms! Flow. Your center of gravity is too high! Point your feet! Posture, Reyna, don't stand like a slob. Reyna quickly corrected herself to listen to her mind's voice. When she first met Mrs. Roberts her criticism scared Reyna. The way she said it with a posh, no-nonsense way, and said with her thick New York accent. Now, she enjoyed the criticism, surprisingly. It gave her comfort knowing that someone was watching her, caring enough about her to correct her. Also because audition season was coming up.
Reyna swung her foot around, landed in forth position, and struck her final pose as the song ended. Applause broke out, and Reyna whipped her head around to see someone standing at the door. Someone was watching her.
The person was a boy with blonde hair and the most striking blue eyes. He was tall, taller than six feet, and wore a leotard. A fellow dancer.
Reyna narrowed her eyes. Where have I seen that person before? But before she could study him further he spoke up.
"You're good," he said stupidly. His voice rang a bell in Reyna's mind. Jason Grace. That was the boy. He was a talented dancer, the best male student in the whole studio. All the girls, Reyna included, agreed he was hot, but Reyna didn't think he was that hot. They had once taught a dance class together, but she doubted he remembers her. She was plain, while he was popular. And hot. A voice chimed in from her head. Reyna waved away that thought.
"Thanks?" Reyna replied. She tried not to stare at him, but boy, he was hot. Muscles bulged from his leotard, and his eyes were the exact shade of her pond in the winter. Reyna adverted her eyes when Jason glanced at her. He hopefully didn't catch her eying him. Reyna's cheeks began to heat up.
"Did you choreograph that dance?" Jason tried to keep the conversation carrying on. His bright blue eyes met her chocolate ones. Reyna's heart jumped into her throat before looking away.
"Sorta. Mrs. Roberts helped me," Reyna fiddled with her hair. "Are you preforming a solo for the thing?" The concert was a performance where the best of Move and Dance would preform at the mall, a tidbit for the big, annual performance.
"Not really. The teachers say I should do a duet," Jason's fingers tapped against the bar, and Reyna was too nervous to ask him to stop. But he was obviously nervous too.
"Oh. Well, I guess I better go." Reyna grabbed her stuff and hurried out the door, her cheeks felt on fire. A duet? With who? Jason was sweet and caring and hot and a good dancer and really nice, so was it bad that Reyna wanted to do a duet with him? That Reyna felt a tingle in her heart when his eyes met hers?
No, her mind chastised her. Keep focused on ballet. Get into a good college and become a dancer. You don't need t use your back-up plan. There's no room for a boy. Forget him.
But Reyna still couldn't forget how her heart leapt into her throat when he looked into her eyes.