Vivian.

Ballerina. || Unclaimed.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute She very reluctantly did as she was told and fell asleep.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant When he had left her alone, she slumped. Her only chance of a friend slipped from her thin little fingers. Muttering to herself in Italian, she sat back on the edge of the stage and resumed her quiet singing.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant --confident on her own.

Singing quietly in Italian, the small woman seemed to be in a world of her own.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant The small woman bit her lip and stood on the very tips of her toes.

"Monsieur?"

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant She stepped a little closer, the dim light casting shadows across her pretty face. Rosy lips parted once more, eyes sparkling.

"Why, monsieur?

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant The small woman stood, dainty little hands reaching up towards the angel she was told about. Curiosity took her little heart, making her somewhat brave.

"May... May I see you, monsieur angel?"

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant --thought it to be a tale these silly girls told. "

This had to be the bravest Vivian had ever been, she barely ever spoke. Only to Madame Giry, her beloved teacher and mother figure.

"Madame Giry says you are not a tale... But a magnificent creature with talent of angels."

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant Getting to her knees, the fear filled young woman looked around some more, lips parted and breath growing heavy. Her chest heaved with each staggered breath and her nose twitched, as if she sensed something dangerous to.. Fascinating. Perhaps both.

"... You are the ghost... I--

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant The small woman turned and looked up towards where the voice came from, confusion dancing in her big, innocent eyes.

"Monsieur? Where are you?

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@LeCadavreVivant The tiny woman sat on the edge of the stage, still singing away to herself. Thin and tired looking, the mostly shy woman gave a heavy sigh once she stopped her sweet song.

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@AmorousAstute The small woman sighed softly and shut her eyes tight.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute "It's relaxing."

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute The tiny woman leant in and rested her forehead in his chest, relaxing to the sound of his heart.

-Flashback to present day. -

"I like the sound of your heart."

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute "please.... Don't leave..."

She whispered and sniffed.

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@AmorousAstute Vivian shook her head. The often silent and gentle young woman, was even more venerable now than she normally was.

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@AmorousAstute The small girl shook her head, keeping quiet. Her face was hidden away in her hands and her small frame shook from her tears. It was obvious the poor girl was distraught.

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute --after being humiliated by one of her fellow classmates, the poor girl just sat a cried her little heart out, the only noise she had made her entire year of being in the class

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute Vivian rested her head on his chest, listening for his heart, often finding it a soothing thing. She remembered the very first time she spoke to Issac.

~Flashback to a year ago. ~

Vivian sat on the corner of Mr Thomas's class room, alone. It was lunch time and she hadn't left--

[Vivian. @DemureMouse]

@AmorousAstute "Yeah... I'm just a little tired..."

She gave a weak smile and looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with innocence.

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@AmorousAstute The small woman began to mess with the collar of his shirt, sighing very quietly.