a/n: hello everyone! so to get this clear, this is going to be a series of drabbles of normal and unique pairings. this is to help me write at least something every once in a while. if you'd like me to write a pairing or give me one or two prompts, i'd be glad to write it! (side note: even if I don't have many reviews, I'll still be updating despite. this series is for me and my writing and not for reviews.)
this drabble is based on the poem by 'The Rider' by Naomi Shihab Nye so I'd suggest you read it first or after and maybe see if I got the point across (:
disclaimer: series title is from the line of a poem 'Lines for Winter' by Mark Strand, this drabble's title is from the Ellie Goulding's song Salt Skin
tell me i'm winning wars
[alicia/josh]
The first note strikes the air of her studio and from her starting pose, she launches into the first complicated steps of her routine. He is watching this, familiar with all her spins and twists and motions and could map her routine better than anyone except herself. His fingers (and hers too, consequentially) are always black with the pencil smudges of the drawings of her dancing this particular routine that fill his sketchbooks. His eyes follow the pirouette she leaps into, the movement of her limbs giving a burdened feeling that matches the slight dips of the composition that is her soundtrack (and his too, consequentially). As the composition progresses from a weighty tone to a lighter one, her movements do too in the more rapid and fluid spins she executes in the flesh and in the hundred reflections of the mirrored walls. The stark expression of her eyes as she commences her final leap with the violin strings swelling to their peak never fails to rob him of his breath, the ghosts she is so determined to outrun brimming in the earthy tones of her eyes. She lands into her final pose, looking triumphant as the final notes vibrate with the feel of their victory. His thundering applause soon replaces the music as he returns the brilliant smile of this girl who he has watched and sketched dance away the loneliness he knows settles in her bones like liquid lead.
His ballerina girl is soon enveloped in his arms: she is a champion today.
a/n2: I really hope I got across what the poem was saying, but I'm pretty satisfied with how this turned out. if anyone doesn't understand it, just PM me! personally I thought this was Josh/Alicia but really, you can choose haha (: future drabbles will have more defined pairings.
thank you for reading and if you could review, that'd be great!
-helena.