A Rose For Ever After
He could feel them.
Fire flashed in front of his face, the light bright in the darkness that covered the stage as he moved, flowing smoothly through the well practised dance, never once afraid of the flames he spun around his body, the glow of the fire flashing across his body.
Those eyes.
The audience watched in captivated silence, attention drawn in and kept by the twirling flames and the dancer that wielded them as an extension of himself. Heat brushed against his bare skin, the thin black pants helping him blend into the background, letting the crowd focus solely on the mesmerising dance of the flames.
Jett flicked his wrists in smooth motions, body moving as one with the flames he had danced with for all of his life, his ocean blue eyes roaming over the gathered people until they met the pair he had been looking for…the pair he always found among the sea of faces whenever his troupe performed in this city.
She was always here. Had never missed a show in the last seven years and somehow always sat in the same seat at centre-front stage. And though she had undoubtedly seen all their performances at least thrice, she would always be captivated, always express such raw emotions, letting them shine in those bright teal eyes of hers.
The sheer power of those emotions reached out, extending over the reflective surface of the stage and encompassing him, making him feel even more alive than performing for others usually did. His movements quickened, the poi spinning ever faster in intricate patterns, passing within inches of his sweat covered skin.
His movements slowed to a halt when the music faded out, his presentation drawn to a close. He spun his wrists to extinguish the flames of the poi in his hand and bowed to the cheers of the crowd as the spotlight shone down on him once more. Then he straightened, walking forward across the stage with one hand still resting behind his back, hearing the room fall into silence, the light crew unsure what he was doing but following him nonetheless with the light, keeping the attention on him.
This was not part of his performance. This was something he had to do.
Without hesitation, Jett jumped off the stage, his own attention zeroed in on the owner of the eyes who had held his attention for several shows. Even now, he could see the curiosity on her face, could tell she was intrigued in his actions and surprised when he stopped in front of her. Jett smiled warmly, kneeling down before her and bringing his hand forward, presenting her with a single lush red rose.
For what seemed like several minutes, she didn't move, simply looking up at him from her seat, the room hushed in silent anticipation. Then a smile graced her soft features as she reached out to accept the rose he held out to her, the slightest hint of red tinting her cheeks. Leaning forward, Jett placed a quick but gentle kiss against those cheeks before straightening.
Turning back, he climbed onto the stage and, with a final bow to the stunned crowd and troupe members, he spun on his heel and exited the stage, a massive grin on his face as the crowd's applause started up again, even louder than before.
Even now, a few years later as he stood holding Aleu in his arms with Aiden perched atop his shoulders and his beautiful wife, Yura, beside him; Jett still knew that, on that night, he had made the best decision of his life...
Featuring:
Jett Wynter (c) Me
Yura (c) Hina0126 (deviantart)
This is just a random thing I did for this crack shipping we called tight pants! XD They're just besties but was funny to play out...what would of happened if Jett was straight or bi, stayed in the circus and Yura never met the turtles...instead meeting him XD Just done for laughs.