Ivy - at the opera house
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return_to_nolaBreathe. Just breathe. It was, weirdly, easier to remember when it was Ansel's voice in her head telling her to keep breathing instead of her own. Katie's voice chimed in sometimes with otherwise helpful and reassuring words, ones Mina had tried to hold onto all through putting on the dress that Katie had helped pick out, but it all came back to that one very important reminder: breathe.
The opera house was relatively quiet. Mina had picked a time when as few people as possible would be around, only small rehearsals in progress. Most of her family was nowhere to be seen, and Ansel had promised to do everything in his power to keep it that way. Mina didn't usually advocate violence, but she expected him to use body blocks or tackles to fulfill that promise if necessary. Because this was special. This was verging on something, she could feel it, and she needed the space to figure it out. To let Ivy figure her out.
Despite all the reminders, she still forgot to breathe that first second when Ivy walked in. While she waited for Ivy to see her looking as ethereal as one would expect from a ghost--pale colors, washed-out makeup, hair down so that ti could frame or hide her face from moment to moment. Her hands twisted together nervously, but she managed a warm, if shy, smile. "Hi."
The opera house was relatively quiet. Mina had picked a time when as few people as possible would be around, only small rehearsals in progress. Most of her family was nowhere to be seen, and Ansel had promised to do everything in his power to keep it that way. Mina didn't usually advocate violence, but she expected him to use body blocks or tackles to fulfill that promise if necessary. Because this was special. This was verging on something, she could feel it, and she needed the space to figure it out. To let Ivy figure her out.
Despite all the reminders, she still forgot to breathe that first second when Ivy walked in. While she waited for Ivy to see her looking as ethereal as one would expect from a ghost--pale colors, washed-out makeup, hair down so that ti could frame or hide her face from moment to moment. Her hands twisted together nervously, but she managed a warm, if shy, smile. "Hi."
