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He had been leaning against the orchestra pit sketching when she showed up, almost out of thin air instead of the broom he thought she rode. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back into some elaborate up-do, sprinkled with shiny pins that made her hair gleam when the light hit it. Most would consider her quite the beauty, like her older cousin Vivianne, yet he didn't seem to find her all that appealing. Her skin was slightly bronzed from her family's excessive trips to the islands, her hair only a tad lighter than her skin, making her look blended together. Her smile was too wide, her nose too up turned.

From an artist point of view, she had a wonderful body for sketching, not too thin or tall, not too round or curvy. But her found himself itching to paint another, a girl with vivacious strawberry hair and little to no figure, except for her long legs and the subtle curve of her hips and chest.

"Demitri!" The feigning surprise in her voice made him cringe a little. "Fancy running into you here, I haven't seen you since I've gotten back from the islands. How have you been?"

Demitri sighed quietly, looking up he saw her standing in front of him, her back straight, her white teeth gleaming from her wide smile. The dress she wore was a peachy-orange that had him wanting to vomit, that color flattered no one, especially her. It was low cut and bared her shoulders and arms, apparently the new fashion in Paris. Although, he didn't see anything particularly arousing about a woman's shoulders, but hey, that could be just him.

"Audrianna, hey." He beamed a fake smile towards her and saw how her face instantly brightend. It was no secret, although she thought it was, about how infatuated Audrianna was with Demitri. "I've been...busy. How was your trip to the islands?"

He figured it was better to just placate her for now, no sense in being a dick to her when he didn't have to, that was more of his Father's style.

She gushed about how wonderful it was, how their Negro's did everything for them, how she lounged by the sea, and how he should come visit with them some time. He nodded and smiled at her, hoping she would soon leave him be, he had about enough of her for one day and she was bringing on a migraine.

She sidled closer to him, her eyes lowered in an attempt to be sexual he was sure, her fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "You know Demitri, my Father will be out later tonight...if your bored with these, people," He noticed how she hesitated with the word, trying not to offend him. "I wouldn't mind some...company." She had basically purred the last word out at him, her fingers trailing up his chest and coming to rest on his collarbone.

"I'll, uh, keep that in mind Audrianna."

She bit her lip, looking up at him and smiling. "Hey, Dem, could you come here and help us with this lift? It doesn't seem to be working right with a girl, we need a boy to do it." He turned instantly at the sound of her voice, relief flooding his features.

"Of course darling, I'll be there in a moment." He turned back to Audrianna and removed her hand from his chest, still smiling at her. "Well, it's been a pleasure chatting with you Audri, but alas, I must go and assist my sister."

He could see the scowl that was stuck on her face, but her eyes instantly brightened at the sound of her nickname, it wasn't anything special, he did it to everyone. "I'll see you later then Demitri, and remember my offer." She smiled sweetly at him once more before turning to leave him.

Demitri sighed and jumped on stage, walking over to his sister who was smiling coyly at him, he arms crossed over her chest. "I owe you one."

She smirked, "I could see you were in need of a little...distraction. But we do actually need help with this lift."

Demitri chuckled and walked over to the rest of the girls with her, "Okay, for this dance Madame Giry wanted Natalie to lift Molly, but its not working out too well." She looked at her brother as he slowly checked out the strawberry blond beside her. "Wanna give it a go?"

She watched him blink and shake his head, "Uh, sure."

They ran the dance for him once, showing him what they were suppose to be doing, and what they couldn't. He watched Molly lift her legs high in the air, her lithe body jumping and spinning with the others. His sister came across his vision, leaping through the air with ease, her chaotic mess of curls falling freely out of the ribbon that secured them. And finally he saw Marjorie, the girl that had gotten his brother sulking so. She spun and kicked with the rest of them, a simple grace within her that she didn't poses when not dancing. Her honey colored hair falling out of her side braid, her wide eyes open and her cheeks flushed. He knew what his brother saw in her, he knew why he was enamoured by her, it was simple, like her.

He sighed and ran through the dance with them, lifting Molly up with ease, although it mentally wasn't as easy. The feel of her hipbones against his thumbs was sending shivers down his spine, covered by a thin leotard was the flesh that he yearned for in his dreams every night, and here it was right under his fingertips. He had almost dropped her in that instant, but recoiled in enough time to make it seem like a dip, he added a smirk just for the effect.

She rolled her blue eyes at him and swung her legs around his waist so she wouldn't fall when he stood upright. "You almost dropped me you know."

He looked at her with mock appal, "My dear, I would never! I had you in my grasp the whole time."

She looked from his eyes to his lips and back again, "I'm not quite so sure that's a good pace to be at the moment."

He let go of her, setting her gently on the ground. They stared at each other for a moment before it was interrupted by Misha, and her exceptionally awful timing. "So, I'm going to ask Madame Giry if you can just dance the scene with us and do the lift, because honestly it looked much better, and lets be honest, safer, when you did it." She looked between the two of them, who were no longer looking at the other but on the stage instead. "Okay?'

"Yeah, thats fine. I'm - I gotta go find Theo."

She watched as he jumped off the stage and casually walked in the direction of one of the passages, her brows furrowed in thought. Turning back to Molly she raised a brow in questioning, "Whats his deal?"

Molly just shrugged her thin shoulders and turned back to the other girls, a blush still present on her cheekbones.

Theo was sitting in the piano room, or sulking as his brother fondly liked to call it, but he was not sulking, definitely not sulking. Or, so he was trying to convince himself. He was simply staring at a half finished composition while it sat on the open piano, thinking over what his Father had said last night and trying to figure out just how to approach Marjorie with his new idea. He knew he was suppose to be meeting her for their routinely hangout, but he had been sitting at his piano all night simultaneously working on this new bit and thinking about her. He wasn't about to move now, he was too invested in what he was doing, what he was thinking about.

He was so involved with staring at the paper in front of him that he didn't even notice the door open, or Demitri come strolling in, or that he sat on the couch across from the piano, looking at him readily.

"Thee...Theo... Theo!"

He looked up startled, realizing it was his twin he rolled his eyes and tightened his jaw, "What Demitri."

"Woah, theirs no need to go all Dad on me, I just needed to talk to you."

He let out a frustrated breath, "I'm a little busy here."

Demitri rolled his eyes, "Look you can finish pouring all your angst into the piano later, I'm having something of a crisis and I need your assistance."

For someone who was having 'something of a crisis', Demitri seemed quite calm and controlled, to an untrained eye that is. Despite the obvious fact of being a Destler and the gifts that come along with it, he could read his brother like no one else, they were twins after all and that was his job. While Demitri seemed to be casually sitting on the couch with his face controlled, Theo could see through the cracks of his facade easily. It was the way he held his shoulders, back and straight, the way his jaw was slightly clenched, the curling of his fingers into a fist. His brother was not okay, and while he didn't have the slightest clue as to what caused this, he knew he could help him somehow.

"And what seems to be your crisis that couldn't wait another hour or so?"

"First of all, we all know your brooding isn't about to end anytime soon, especially not with the way you were staring so intently at that poor piece of parchment." He let a smirk fall easily onto his face, but it wasn't a real Demitri smirk, it was one that was forced and didn't meet his eyes. "And second of all, its not really a crisis, per say."

"Then what is it Dem?"

He let out a heavy sigh, the his eyes not meeting Theo's as he tried to figure out how to word his statement properly. "Its more of a...on going, situation that's somehow becoming a permanent state of being..."

"And that means what, exactly?"

Now he was starting to confuse him, it was a crisis that wasn't a crisis but more of an on going permanent state of being. Because that made perfect sense. Theo shook his head, at least his problems were easy to decipher and didn't need a translator to figure out the meaning behind it.

"It means..." He sighed again, "It means that..."

"Demitri Alexander, just spit it out so I can help you or leave because if you didn't notice when you barged in here, I was kind of in the middle of something."

"I think I'm in love with Molly."

Theo paused, his brows furrowed, well, that certainly wasn't something he had been expecting to come out of his brother's mouth, although as the statement hung in the air, not all that surprising. He had always known that Demitri had been a little more fond of Molly than the rest of them, but, Molly was like their sister, it just seemed a little odd to him. Not that she wasn't pretty, because she was quite pretty, it was just that when thinking of Molly Marguerite Giry he thought of a sisterly figure, not an arousing figure and -

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

His inner monologue and train of thought had been cut off by Demitri's statement, it broke through the still air like an off key note.

"Well, it wasn't what I had been expecting you to say, but not all that surprising or upsetting."

Demitri rose from his seat, "How can you say that? I think I'm in love with Molly, Molly fucking Marguerite Giry, and all you can say is its not surprising or upsetting? What in the holy hell is the matter with you?"

Theo looked at his brother like his was slightly mentally deranged, "So, you want me to be appalled that you have a more than sisterly adoration for Molly?"

"Well of course I don't want you to be appalled, but you should be! She's like our sister for heavens sakes."

"Well I'm not the one who wants to get under her leotard."

He leaned forward over the piano, his eyes narrowed, a small sneer on his face, "You better not be."

Theo's brows shot up as he started into the same green eyes as his own, "Really Dem, you think I'm holed up in here, pouring my sorrows out on a piano for my health or some new found love of Molly?" He hoped sarcasm would get through to his brother, because logic didn't seem to at the moment. "I think not."

But Demitri didn't entirely lean back, the small sneer still present on his otherwise handsome face.

"If you haven't noticed, you over protective neanderthal, I happen to be pining after a different ballerina who doesn't have a problem with my deformities and makes me feel things that I've only ever felt in my wet dreams."

He hadn't meant to reveal too much of his current predicament with Marjorie, but with his brothers sudden confession and the protective look in his eyes, it all just came tumbling out. He just hoped Demitri didn't mock him about it or use it against him in the future like brothers often did. But, when he stepped back and his face once again became passive, he knew he had made the right choice in not repressing his verbal vomit.

"So...what should I do?"

He watched as Demitri turned away from him, tinkering with random objects on the shelves, it was a sure sign of nervousness, but it seemed odd seeing as usually Demitri was void of any nervous tendencies. It was odd to see him in a state of casual distress, especially over something as interesting as matters of the heart.

"Tell her how you feel."

Demitri turned his head sharply to face him, "Are you mad? I can't just tell her that I'm in love with her."

"And why not?"

"Well as you so clearly stated before, she's like our sister, what if she thinks of me like she thinks of you?"

The panicked look on his face was quite comical, but it made Theo slightly appalled. "And how do you know she thinks of me and how she doesn't?"

Demitri scoffed and looked him up and down, "Lets be serious here Thee, this is Molly we're talking about."

"And whats that suppose to mean?"

"It means that - wait, why do you even care, you're obsessed with Marjorie! You know what, go back to brooding over the piano, don't even think about Molly."

He sighed, "Demitri, stop being ridiculous. You said you needed help, I gave you advice, either run with it or don't."

"So, I'm just suppose to tell her how I feel and...then what?"

Theo shrugged, "I haven't actually gotten that far myself."

Demitri sighed, "Great."

"Well what do you want from me Dem? Its not exactly like I'm a connoisseur of this sort of thing."

Demirtri threw his arms up and flopped himself back down on the couch as he sighed. "I dunno Theo, I just...I guess I just wanted to hear you tell me to do it - tell her - it seems like the right thing to do when it comes from you."

"Why?"

"Because your my brother, the smart one, if you think somethings a good idea it most likely is." Theo nodded and let a small smile fall on his lips, he never knew how much his opinion meant. Demitri stood and started to walk out of the music room, he stopped as he reached Theo and clapped him on the shoulder, "You should just get it over with and tell her how you feel, she obviously likes you alot, just ask her to be yours and get on with it already."

In his brother's own crude sense of logic, it made perfect sense, and for once he was glad Demitri had decided to interrupt him.

She watched as the beautiful brunette tittered around the room, picking up books and gowns from the floor. She was a tall girl, thin but not skinny like most of the dancers tended to be, with loose dark brown curls that flowed down her back. She had a dancers built, not naturally, but from extensive years in the chorus and ballet would do that to a person.

Her eyes were that mix of the deep green of her older brothers and the ocean-y blues that no one was sure of, her playful smirk so like Demitri's, and her love for reading so like Theo. One could tell instantly they were brothers and sister, they all looked so alike, yet so distinctly different. They were all undeniably beautiful in her opinion, and although most said she was in fact the more beautiful out of the two of them, she had to disagree. Her best friend, Misha Daae-Destler, she thought was much more Classically Beautiful as they were calling it now, with her big eyes and wide smile.

"So, which one do you want to read first? Tales from Eastern Persia or The Glass Box?"

She bit her lip in thought as she considered the books in Misha's hands, both books seemed to be quite interesting...

"Give me the...red one."

Misha handed her the thick scarlet colored book while she went back to picking up the messy room before her Mother came in and saw it in its present state. She went out into the living room to sit by the fire, wondering how long would it take for the brunette to finish cleaning. She became so engrossed in her book she didn't notice when the handsome boy came strutting in, or when he sat down on the sofa, or when Misha left to go with her Mother to the market.

It was after a while she could start to feel his gaze on her as she read, the scratching of his pencil against the parchment rang out in the cavern. Thinking about it, it didn't really look like a cave, the stone walls covered in bright Persian rugs, candles illuminated the walls. She sat on the settee with her legs thrown over the arm of the chair, on hand twirling a peice of strawberry hair through her fingers, the other propping up the red novel entitled 'Tales from Eastern Persia'.

Her features were small, dainty, but it just added to the obviousness of her beauty, unlike his sister whose was more subtle. She looked like her Mother, undeinably so, just as his sister and they did with their Father. Her hair was a pale strawberry blond cut into a long bob, much against her Mother's will, she was tall, very thin, although she had always been, a dancer's body that she acquired from her Mother and Grandmother. Her eyes were a pale blue, her lips a plush pink, her skin a nice peach color, she was a year younger than him, between him and Misha, yet he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Are you almost done? I can hear your scratching and its driving me insane."

He smirked at her even though she couldn't see it, "You are very impatient Ms. Giry." she rolled her eyes and threw a throw pillow at him, which he skillfully dodged. "I find that quite rude."

"I find the fact that your creeper tendencies to sketch people without their knowledge rude."

He could hear the sarcasm in her voice and he knew she was only joking, he liked that she felt comfortable enough to be rude to him, she was usually so shy and polite. He liked that he could get that vivacious side out of her, that he was one of the only that got to see that side, that got to be apart of that.

"Let's go skating."

She furrowed her brows in thought as she turned her body to face him, he was sitting there, sketchbook in hand, an excited gleam in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. He looked handsome, not that he always didn't, there was no denying that obvious fact. But right now he looked so unlike his normal confident self, the one that he showed to the world, he looked like the excited little boy she knew growing up, he looked gentle and soft, the smile on his lips face instead of a smirk. She liked it, she found that she liked it even more because he really only showed that side to her, it made her feel special.

She liked Demitri, she had always been rather fond of him, but now she found that she liked him even more as they got older. She didn't think of him as a brother, even when they had been children she never thought of him as family, Theo on the other hand she did, Misha was her sister, but Demitri, no. She had just never been able to, maybe it was the way she found his gaze from the audience when she was onstage, or the genuine smile he had in his eyes when they talked, how gently he spoke to her but with no less sarcasm and playful banter.

She loved him, and it scared her.

"Okay."