Closed starter: Theodora & Alexei @classicdecadence​
The humming of machines was a comfort to Theo, even since she was a child and she would sit at her grandmother’s feet while she sewed wedding and quinceañera dresses. Nibbling at the end of her pencil she studied the croque on the page. The body of the company’s head dancer. A body she was all too familiar with. Alexei Calvet. A prodigy to some a product of his parentage to others-- but undeniably a force on the stage. Theo had seen him perform years ago, back when she was still in undergrad. Everyone’s eyes followed the young man who just floated across the stage as if he was born to do it. Which he sort of was. Again, his parentage was undeniable, even if his mother had retired long before Theo was born she still heard mention of the woman when she was at school. Black and white pictures of her in full tulle skirts on pointe, swan like.
Kinda messed up in hindsight, now that she’d sucked her son’s dick in a bar bathroom. Granted, it was a nice bar, the one that stayed open late to catch the crowds leaving the dance hall. But now anytime she wanted to grab a drink after work she’d have to think about how stupid she was to just follow Alexei around all night like a lost puppy, eventually ending up in the bathroom where-- yeah. Was it worth it to touch his meticulously sculpted ass that rivaled The David? Maybe. It it weren’t for the fact that Alexei seemed to fuck anything that walked through the doors of the dance company.
Taking a molded eraser, Theo rubbed at the long flowing train she had sketched, finding it too feminine. Not to mention she wasn’t exactly in the mood to give her best work to such a libertine. Save it for one the supporting dancers. Who had probably also touched Alexei’s great ass. With a sigh she crossed her arms and straightened her back, still eying the once again naked croque. Her eyes flickered forward for a second, then back to the sketchbook, then back forward once more as she realized Alexei was standing just across the work table where she was sketching. Theo jumped, grabbing the stool she was sitting on. “Ah-- fuck, you dancers,” she huffed, “so damn quiet, like jewel thieves or something.” She frowned, hoping maybe a sour attitude would send him back to the studio. If they started talking right now... there was no guarantee she wouldn’t let it slip how annoyed she was about their little hookup.Â
