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Elisabeth Callas

@toloveballet

They say that those who dance have wings, she had the most magnificent of all.

Prima Ballerina, Garnier Opera.

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She picked up the broken pieces of her life and created something beautiful. From that day forth she shone like the sun and changed the definition of broken.

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Stands behind her, her arms crossed, lips pursed, looking quite stern. She was disappointed, for the girl had disregarded the chance to train with her. "I suppose you have some kind of excuse for me?"

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Her gaze did not divert, though it changed into once filled with ice. Whatever the hell was going on, she did not care for it, nor did she wish to waste her time with it. "I see" she spoke, calmly, before turning on her heels.

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"Perhaps, in our own minds. But we are a product of our society, which is masculine. Thus, expressions of masculinity in women will be discouraged, for it might threaten the less strong."

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"Or they perish. Take only the symbolism of the female body, it represents all evil that one can fall into. The undergrond, prostitution, poverty, moral decline, it is all represented by the female body. Such an entrenched language does one not simply shed."

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Elisabeth watched him pacing, knowing all too well that anything she would say at the moment was another thing that would start an argument. She would let him rage. If he had calmed down, she would stand up for his little brother.

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She reached out to take his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. The young vicomte had made her respect him some time back, with his code of honour and straightforward approach to those around him. He felt like a little brother to her. Perhaps he was, in some way.