#mediumsizedbodt

There was about 15 minutes before class started. It was cold out, and Risa was bundled in various layers to keep warm. The studio was always kept a little colder, and she knew she'd be wearing at least two layers to warm up in.

Her new pointe shoes had come in last week and Risa was still in the process of breaking them in. Yesterday she had slammed them in the sliding patio door to loosen the shank. Dancing in them would be absolute misery for the next few weeks. At least it was Friday and she had dinner with Marco to look forward to after class. 

♥ — What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

Love is an emotion that Jeanne is afraid of. In a world full of death, love is the last thing she wants. Love means pain and suffering in the end.

♠ — What are they afraid of?

Losing everyone she cares for. All her friends are those people she couldn't stand losing.

✓ — How do they react to praise?

Kirschtein let's it get to her head but accepts it only if she thinks she deserves it.

☮ — Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

Marco is the person to looks up to the most. He is what she wishes to be.

★ — Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

Night.

          It had been nearly two weeks since Thomas had fallen, already released from his place in the Circus. Jeanne was still left without a partner for her performance piece in the show. The blonde was getting angry when Erwin kept telling her the same thing. "You're partner is on his way, just wait."

          Once the girl set foot into the aerial tent for practice, all talking stopped and turned into pointed whispers toward her. It didn't bother her. Losing Thomas did hurt, but she needed to worry more about how the Circus was going to be affected because this group of people was her family now.

          Amber eyes set upon the unused straps that were in the center of the tent. A hollow ache went through her muscles. She missed the strain of the rope on her arms. Taking her spot in the center of the tent, she started stretching her body. The basic, then her odd ones that more comments jabbed at her than not. Always tuning out the crowd and focusing on the task. Not hearing the fact that someone has approached her till she was four feet.

                                        "Jeanne, I'd like you to meet your new partner." Erwin started, gesturing tot he freckled male next to him. "Marco Bodt, from the Jinae Circus"

My muse has love bites in the most indiscreet of places and has failed to cover them. What does your muse do/say?

SEND ME A (≚ᄌ≚)ƵƵ FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO YOURS CRAWLING INTO BED WITH THEM.

Burrel stretched with a yawn as she settled into her bunk. Today’s training had been longer than usual and she felt even more tired and sore than usual. Not long after she had settled in however, she felt someone lift the blanket and lay next to her.