Thread: [KylarStern & Tortoise] Dancing With Myself;;

Spotlight, scene, spectators it had all felt so natural and peaceful. Desiree D??Aether, a young dancer, quickly made it big in the world of show business and dance. A well-known figure in more serious styles such as ballet or classical dance, oftentimes able to receive the leading role, she oftentimes indulged in more light hearted things, playing in an occasional movie or music video, which brought her relative fame among the younger audience. The woman was by no means Angelina Jolie, yet when she mentioned her name most people with a hint of general culture or knowledge of the pop scene exclaimed that they knew who she was. All was well. Although the girl went through a divorce with her first love that, despite being slightly older than her, was impossibly immature in many ways, and whose down to earth attitude she could hardly stand after a while, things quickly began looking up. Of course she missed him at times, yet as years flew by he became a faint memory. She became successful financially, and men had never been an issue for the young beauty. With the amount of time she spent working on her physical condition her age was usually estimated between twenty three and twenty six, few guessing that she was already thirty. At some point, she even met a man ?? her manager, namely. He was arrogant, cold, yet those attributes of his were idealized by the young woman. She thought of him as a fairly spiritual person, perhaps even a snob, which at the time appealed to her. It appealed to her enough to accept the silver ring she bore on her finger, while waiting for a large, pompous ceremony that was their marriage. Just as things seemed to be at their best, however, everything went downhill. In a chain of seemingly unrelated events, she was hit by a car. It was nothing serious ?? a few stitches and all was well. The doctors smiled at her, telling her that it would take mere months for her to walk as she did before. It wasn??t until a nurse pointed out whom she was that her physician took an apologetic air, informing her of her inability to ever perform in the same way. For a while, it was all tears. She refused to leave the large, expensive house, hardly doing anything other than her exercises. Things have changed in every way. She couldn??t stand her future husband although tried to hide it, and realized how pathetic he truly was. His whining and complaining was getting to her ?? despite her being stuck up at times, she was a strong woman and despised any show of weakness. So, she took a hold of her life again. She had a college diploma, and paired with her immense experience she was invited to take a position at a prestigious university. She was a professor, a title that amused her immensely. Taking all her courage in hand, she found herself making it through the first week. The first day was simply hectic. Her department ?? not only students but also staff, felt obliged to ask her for her autograph and to tell her that they were sorry about what happened. Truth to be told, the constant reminder did little other than hurt her even further. Thankfully the students were talented young people, even the few young men who forgot their place and attempted to hit on her. Completely worn out, she left the building, having a huge gap between lectures and classes. Her office wasn??t set up yet, and the weather was far too bright to be hiding behind the four stuffy walls. She walked along the campus, taking in the sight of young people laughing, holding hands, singing. The campus itself was quite a sight ?? beautiful, old looking, it had a simplicity and grandeur that almost gave her shivers. Everything was so nostalgic. A soft sigh escaping her full lips, the dancer thought back to her ex-husband, suddenly wondering how he was. A few whistles in her direction flattered her yet also tore her out of her thoughts. She flashed the painfully white smile at the young men and moved on. Age did her good. She was a beautiful creature before, yet with years came a certain maturity and an air of seduction and sensuality that followed her around. Her dark chestnut hair grew out, falling down to her waist in careful waves, framing her thin doll like face. The woman??s eyes were simply striking ?? large pair of almond shaped orbs was of a bright leaf shade, with hints of honey surrounding it as well as on the inside, the long thick eyelashes casting a slight shadow over them. Her skin was smooth and firm, lightly tanned yet not too dark, contrasting nicely with the pink plump lips. Desiree??s body complied with the standards for a dancer. Not too tall yet not small, she was extremely frail and delicate. Her legs were long and slim, waistline as tiny as a bee??s, stomach flat yet with a curve of abs, rear round and firm and her breasts were a full C cup, edging a D yet looked big in proportion with her body. She was dressed simply - a pair of tight washed out jeans, sneakers and a grey fitted t-shirt with the Great Britain??s flag on it. She had a blazer with her, yet left it at a new acquaintance??s office along with her things. She didn??t need to go all out with her clothes ?? she wasn??t a neuroscience teacher after all. A few bracelets hanging on her wrists, a small bag with her lunch in hand, a stack of papers containing the things she asked her students to write about themselves along with the course outlines she hadn??t distributed pressed to her chest. She hummed softly to herself, watching her reflection in one of the windows of a building standing nearby. The mirror made her walk look so casual and easy?Anyone who knew her, however, would have been able to tell that the cat-like fluidity of her movements was yet to be regained, and pain showed through the stoic mask she wore. Looking away with a bitter expression, she turned the corner to head to a spot her colleague described as remote and quiet, when all of a sudden she entered into a collision with a strong form, the papers and her lunch bag falling about in a white rain. ??I??m so sorry,? she exclaimed in her smooth, seductive voice, kneeling to amass the papers that were just about everywhere. ??I wasn??t loo-,? she started, looking up at the person simultaneously only to freeze midsentence as she saw who the person was.