Agileshipping (Mazaki Anzu/Vivian Wong)
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"You're second rate—you're not even a duelist, hun, so what do you think you're doing here?"
Vivian could honestly not remember the last time she had ever regretted a sentence she had said out loud so much before.
She tried her best to keep her hold on her drink, but it was fast slipping out of her fingers the longer her eyes remained on the stage. The girl up there was dazzling. So much so that Vivian felt like she was about to be blinded.
Anzu moved with such an amazing, elegant grace that she didn't seem to have bones in a few movements, it was like she was made of the air itself. The dance took her in circles, back and forth across the stage, as the music grew faster and slower, ebbed and flowed. She was moving like she wasn't even of this world, her hair swirling around her in a chestnut whirlwind as her hands rose and fell with the beat.
The entire audience was so captivated by the show that the room was completely, dead silent—not a single business conversation was taking place, even though the other forms of entertainment had been vastly ignored by large swathes of people. No one—especially Vivian—could take their eyes off of her.
The music ended all too soon, and Anzu came to a stop, her shoulders rising and falling ever so slightly from the exertion of the dance. She held the final pose for a beat and a half.
That was when the applause began.
Anzu had to bow three times before she finally excused herself from the stage, but the applause continued well after she had slipped back in among the crowd, her duty to the event over so that she could now rejoin the party.
Vivian remembered to grab hold of her drink and close her mouth before Anzu wandered back over to her, pulling her shawl back on around her shoulders.
Anzu looked her up and down. And then she smirked.
"What was that about not belonging here?" she said, and she actually flicked her scarf teasingly past Vivian's nose, almost making her sneeze.
Vivian tried to come up with some kind of retort—but Anzu was too fast, and she was already vanishing into the crowd, which was trying to surround her with accolades and questions about who her agent was or where she might be performing next.
Vivian took a long, long drag from her wine before pressing a hand over her mouth and her hot cheeks.
Fuck, she said. I think I may have fucked up.
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A/N: Das gay, Vivian. Next is Adviseshipping (Isis x Mana).
