Les Ailes d'Amour (CanadaxReader) Concentric circles transformed into shapeless blobs at the tip of your pen as you absently twirled the instrument in your fingers, too bored to pay attention to the actual class and too emotional to continue writing. The voice of your French teacher, which was already a muted buzz in the background, continued to fade away as you scanned the handwritten lines of ink that filled the page.More Like This
Tu me donnes les ailes pour voler; tu me donnes les ailes d’amour!
Sighing, you dared to whisper the words, first in French, and then in English: “You give me wings to fly; you give me the wings of love!”
It was risky insanity, writing down your confession like this, but the temptation was too great to resist—and if you hadn’t penned your turmoil, who knows what could slip out of your frustrated lips! Yes, it was much better to get your feelings on paper, where the words could sleep
Dance to Understand (RussiaxBallerina!Reader) Spot. Spin. Spot. Spin. Spot—More Like This
“Stop, stop, stop!”
The irritated voice of your director broke into your balanced trance and you halted in the middle of a perfectly constructed pirouette, slapping your foot back down onto the wooden floor. Suddenly breathless, you wiped a few sweaty strands of rebellious hair back from your forehead and looked at the artistic director of the Bolshoi Ballet Company inquiringly.
Exasperated, hooded teal eyes flicked away from yours as Sergei Filin sighed and muttered something in Russian before turning to you again and saying in thickly accented English, “You’re too…stiff!” He searched for his words carefully before continuing, “Too much structure, not enough…flow!”
You squinted at him in confusion. Even after almost a year dancing under him, Filin still managed to intimid