#unbettaed

Unbeknownst to her she had an audience, not very many but they were scattered- few hiding in the stadium seating, and one behind the curtains hidden in the shadows.

She landed nearly silently, she grunted as she collapsed where she landed. Her dress fluttered behind her as she let a low hiss escape from her.

The person behind the curtain stepped forward but stopped suddenly when the floorboards creaked under their weight.

The woman on the floor turned sharply at the noise, her eyes—deep blue, like the ocean, and burning with determination- met his.

His, jade green, shining with fascination and adoration.

She, who somehow managed to silence and shut off the lights simultaneously, fled the scene.

He could hear her footsteps fading, but no door closed.

Moments after they disappeared all the lights turned on, but there was no music to accompany them.

Adrien Agreste stepped out from behind the curtains, looking out over the now-lit auditorium to see the surprised (and disinterested) gaze of his friends.

Chloe, still dressed in her leotard from practice earlier in the day, flipped her ponytail and stomped out of the auditorium.

Alya, who had a large grin, was jumping up and grabbing Nino’s arm—Nino, Adrien’s best friend, was looking contemplative down at the stage where his best bro stood. To Nino, Adrien looked almost longingly at the spot where the masked dancer once was.

Adrien bent down where he saw a lone little ladybug hair pin, it had must fallen out of the masked dancer’s hair as she had turned earlier during her performance. He picked it up and spun it gently between his fingers, he assessed what he had seen of her.