[ they used to call his technique flawless - going up on pointe after barely a year of lessons, pulling into perfectly parallel fifth position shortly after that, and although he can't push his body that far anymore, he still remembers what it feels like. it's little wonder that he takes to teaching, right now, and nazuna--
he still remembers, as clear as day, when they were both preteens and nazuna was the most beautiful person that shu had seen in his entire life, bright eyed with golden hair and pure unrivalled determination to push himself to mimic shu's every move in the mirrors of the dance studio.
nothing's changed much, in that sense.
it's a decent attempt for someone who hasn't lived and breathed ballet, and shu can feel the muscles of nazuna's torso under his hands as he lifts and nazuna follows, fingers moving to make minute adjustments to nazuna's posture, the set of his shoulders, and by this time shu is close enough for his chest to be almost pressed against nazuna's back, a pleased look and an approving nod when their reflections catch each other's gazes in the mirror. ]
Relax. You're gripping the barre too tightly. [ it's a soft murmur, mild admonishment accompanied by shu's hands pulling nazuna back down to the floor after holding there for sixteen counts, eight counts of sinking back down to the floor with both feet firmly placed on the floor again. ] Do you remember first position?
[ he should - it was one of the few things shu had shown him, back then, when they were both younger - but still, and shu's own feet shift back in demonstration - hips turned out, heels touching to create as straight a line as possible. ]
no subject
he still remembers, as clear as day, when they were both preteens and nazuna was the most beautiful person that shu had seen in his entire life, bright eyed with golden hair and pure unrivalled determination to push himself to mimic shu's every move in the mirrors of the dance studio.
nothing's changed much, in that sense.
it's a decent attempt for someone who hasn't lived and breathed ballet, and shu can feel the muscles of nazuna's torso under his hands as he lifts and nazuna follows, fingers moving to make minute adjustments to nazuna's posture, the set of his shoulders, and by this time shu is close enough for his chest to be almost pressed against nazuna's back, a pleased look and an approving nod when their reflections catch each other's gazes in the mirror. ]
Relax. You're gripping the barre too tightly. [ it's a soft murmur, mild admonishment accompanied by shu's hands pulling nazuna back down to the floor after holding there for sixteen counts, eight counts of sinking back down to the floor with both feet firmly placed on the floor again. ] Do you remember first position?
[ he should - it was one of the few things shu had shown him, back then, when they were both younger - but still, and shu's own feet shift back in demonstration - hips turned out, heels touching to create as straight a line as possible. ]