barre: a horizontal bar at waist level which ballerinas use for support during practice.
en pointe: in ballet, it is dancing on the tip of one's toes.
pas de deux: a dance between a man and woman
grand jete: a large jump ballerinas perform with one leg stretched forwards and the other stretched backwards.
It was twilight. A cold breeze ruffled the curtains in the studio. Rue stood near the barre, stretching one leg elegantly. A cool, haunting tune wailed in the background. She was alone. And that was how she liked it. Gone were her entourage, gone were the adoring fans! Alone, she felt more in control. She stood on en pointe, and smiled at the feeling of elation that cruised through her body whenever that happened.
But, it was nothing compared to the happiness that she felt when she was with him.
At the thought of Mytho, Rue felt her heart summersault in her chest. His cool blue hair brushing against her cheeks and his warm breath on her back were the reasons she loved dancing pas de deux with himso much, despite her love for solitude. He had told her he loved her, several times. But those words were hers...not his. Like a beautifully crafted marionette, Mytho followed every order pressed on him without fail. The knowledge that his love for her was not real broke her heart into tiny little pieces.
"I love you."
No one had ever told her that, not even her own father. Mytho's words sent a thrill through her bones. So, what was wrong with controlling him? He loved to be controlled and she loved to control. Power filled her limbs as she began to dance around the studio. A grand jete burst forth from her body. Focused, she stretched out her legs as far as the would go, pointing her toes sharply. Rue smiled confidently; it was going to be a perfect landing.
He doesn't love you.
The voice broke through her reverie and she smashed into the floor instead. For a moment, she lay still on the wooden floor, hand clasped to her forehead. It was her conscience, plaguing her again
He does love me.
No, he can't. One without a heart cannot love.
His words are enough proof of his feelings for me.
Empty words. You are bartering your heart on empty air.
Air is not empty. It is light and...free.
Are you not free? Why waste your life on words that mean nothing?
They are the ones that speak the truth.
Lies is all an empty soul can tell! Mytho is a mirror reflecting your selfishness, Kraehe.
My love for him is the most honest thing I have ever had.
That love will be wasted if he does not reciprocate your feelings. He has no heart, so he cannot love you back.
If he regains his heart, he'll love another woman.
No, he will return your feelings. There is no other woman for him.
What do you know about love?
I share a body who's heart drums the beat of romance and aches from the wounds of Eros.
That doesn't mean anything. Mytho still won't love me.
If he sees your passion, he will be drawn to you.
Life isn't that easy. I have no wish to risk the life I currently have to fulfil a goal that will ruin me ultimately.
Give him back his heart, Kraehe. Help the girl return him to himself!
Help that witch steal Mytho away? Never!
Kraehe...
I'll never let another woman become the apple of Mytho's Eyes!
Kraehe...
Tutu has no place in our lives! Why can't you understand?!
But, I do understand.
No, you do not. You're just a figment of my imagination. You know no pain!
Please, Kraehe...
Stay away from me! Stop tormenting me!
But, Kraehe...
Please...I'm begging you... Leave me be...
Fine. But, I ask for a favour of you before I leave.
What is it?
Never forget Love.