Post by Sebastian Flambert on Oct 3, 2010 21:29:23 GMT -5
Gold's Gym
The aerobic room was an odd place to be without its usual horde of muscle-bound gym rats pounding away at the few heavy boxing bags hanging from the ceiling, but was nevertheless a superb location for a bit of 'dance practice.'
Dance... To many, the very notion of dance conjured images of attractive (and lithe) girls in booty shorts 'jiving' to the latest hip-hop tunes.. Or, in the case of ballet, slender girls in tutus and tights..
For Sebastian Flambert, however, ballet was something else; an escape from the stressful lifestyle of a seventeen-year old boy and a chance at forgetting the long emotional scars inflicted by a history of abuse.. In his eyes, dance was beautiful, powerful, and nearly mysterious in its capability for self-expression; a conduit to a higher power that surpassed any feeble prayer.
"Port-au-bras... second.." murmured Sebastian, aligning his body in a classical ballet position. "And... spot.."
With surprising speed and grace, the boy turned about in a precise pirouette, landing back into second position. Almost as soon as he stopped his spin, he began to move fluidly through the aerobics room with almost catlike agility, sliding past the hanging heavy bags and springing up to a single foot in a fairly decent arabesque position.
Memories of abuse flashed about in his mind, ranging from the faint memories of his neglectful parents to the countless physical, emotional, and sexual assaults from the trio of priests who ran his old orphanage.
Why me?
That question always stuck in Sebastian Flambert's mind.. Of all people, why did he have to be the one to suffer these gross perversions and misfortunes? It was horribly unfair and had left him incapable of enjoying many of the 'regular' things in life. The seventeen-year old boy had, despite his attractiveness and good nature, been largely incapable of building healthy relationships with other individuals, and still possessed a personality that was frequently 'childlike' in many different ways.
He leapt through the air and felt, for half a second, the feeling of being completely weightless and the sensation of flight.
Beautiful..
Within a second's time, however, he returned to the ground and landed softly in a 'demi-plie' to reduce the effect of shock on his knees. Breathing a sigh of disappointment at the end of his gravity defying experience, the boy nevertheless finished his combination with a proper ballet 'port-au-bras' in first position..
A creaking noise coming from the end of the room snared his attention, causing him to whip about and examine the odd figure looking in his direction.
The aerobic room was an odd place to be without its usual horde of muscle-bound gym rats pounding away at the few heavy boxing bags hanging from the ceiling, but was nevertheless a superb location for a bit of 'dance practice.'
Dance... To many, the very notion of dance conjured images of attractive (and lithe) girls in booty shorts 'jiving' to the latest hip-hop tunes.. Or, in the case of ballet, slender girls in tutus and tights..
For Sebastian Flambert, however, ballet was something else; an escape from the stressful lifestyle of a seventeen-year old boy and a chance at forgetting the long emotional scars inflicted by a history of abuse.. In his eyes, dance was beautiful, powerful, and nearly mysterious in its capability for self-expression; a conduit to a higher power that surpassed any feeble prayer.
"Port-au-bras... second.." murmured Sebastian, aligning his body in a classical ballet position. "And... spot.."
With surprising speed and grace, the boy turned about in a precise pirouette, landing back into second position. Almost as soon as he stopped his spin, he began to move fluidly through the aerobics room with almost catlike agility, sliding past the hanging heavy bags and springing up to a single foot in a fairly decent arabesque position.
Memories of abuse flashed about in his mind, ranging from the faint memories of his neglectful parents to the countless physical, emotional, and sexual assaults from the trio of priests who ran his old orphanage.
Why me?
That question always stuck in Sebastian Flambert's mind.. Of all people, why did he have to be the one to suffer these gross perversions and misfortunes? It was horribly unfair and had left him incapable of enjoying many of the 'regular' things in life. The seventeen-year old boy had, despite his attractiveness and good nature, been largely incapable of building healthy relationships with other individuals, and still possessed a personality that was frequently 'childlike' in many different ways.
He leapt through the air and felt, for half a second, the feeling of being completely weightless and the sensation of flight.
Beautiful..
Within a second's time, however, he returned to the ground and landed softly in a 'demi-plie' to reduce the effect of shock on his knees. Breathing a sigh of disappointment at the end of his gravity defying experience, the boy nevertheless finished his combination with a proper ballet 'port-au-bras' in first position..
A creaking noise coming from the end of the room snared his attention, causing him to whip about and examine the odd figure looking in his direction.