You [Liam/Themmy]

[pandora evelyn hearth]

Terror. It wasn't something the witch embraced. She was strong, brave and reckless. Fear never entered her heart. But. The next three minutes, thirty one seconds would affect her future. Her life. If she fucked up, Themis would never take her seriously as a skilled dancer. The chance of getting the dance position at the school would slip from her grasp. And that scared her to no end. Adding to the panic that swept through her veins? Liam was her watching too. Her song was a ode to him. Written first when she had realised that she had fallen. With lyrics being changed slightly as her affections toward him intensified. If she fucked up. If she failed. It would destroy her. Though, she couldn't think like that. Her hands were already shaking as she wrapped the ribbon from the ballet shoe around her calf.

Her iPod was already plugged into the stereo. Ready to play her recently recorded track. It had been fun when recording. Standing in the studio with her guitar. It'd been peaceful. Calming. The beautiful melody had filled the room. She'd hardly be able to hear the music now. Over the rapid thrumming of her heart. Could Themis not hear it? The woman was standing on the other side of the room with Liam. How was she not standing over the young woman in fear that her heart was going to burst from her chest?

At long last the ribbon was tied. Pandora smoothed down her dress. It was simple, white, grecian style. Something that the witch never wore and probably wouldn't again. But the ballet combined with the song called for something with a little more.. innocence? Vulnerability? This song. This dance. It showed everything the witch normally hid. Her weakness. Him.

The thumping in her chest grew louder. The fact that the Governess was there barely registered in her mind. Only a fleeting thought. It was the fact Liam would be watching. When the whole song and dance were about him - for him - the very fibres of her being rested on his reaction. If he liked it then she knew that familiar rush of warmth would engulf her heart. If he did not? If he disliked it? If he detested it? Never would she be the same again. The young witch was sure to crumble right before his eyes.

Pandora adored the man. Never was she able to find the words to express that; this performance was the only way for her to show him how she felt. A song and a dance. A ballad and a ballet piece.

A few light steps took her to the middle of the room. "Whenever you're ready, Miss Hearth" came Themis' voice. Shaky breaths left her mouth as she looked down at the ground. Shutting her eyes and saying a silent prayer. As those perriwinkle blue eyes opened again, she flicked her hand. The iPod dock sprung into life. A soft melody from an acoustic guitar running through the speakers. She stood there, breathing softly. Waiting for the voice - her voice - to begin.

'You don't want me no,
You don't need me.
Like I want you oh,
Like I need you.
And I, want you in my life.
And I, need you in my life.'

She started to dance as soon as the first line started. And then the strings begun, her movements instantly becoming in time to them. It had been fun when recording. She'd been sitting with the Ashdown twins, trying to figure out to play the instruments. They'd produced some disastrous sounds before relinquishing and calling a friend that could play.

Each step she made was fluid. Precise. She was up on her toes as she curled her body around. One hand gently skimmed the ground as she turned, her whole torso bending down to do so. Pandora was not used to dancing so slow. It required so much attention. Focus. It had to be perfect. The smallest of mistakes were easy to see. It was a lesson drummed into her often by her teacher. Ballet must always be perfect. It requires focus. If you lose that - you fail.

You can't see me no,
Like I see you.
I can't have you no,
Like you have me.
And I, want you in my life.
And I, need you in my life'

Taking two more steps, each as graceful as her turns, she propelled herself into a light jump. She landed on her left leg. On her toes. Just like she needed. Never would she tell that she had broken her ankle in practice. The witch was thankful for her knowledge in healing charms. Charms that the perfect man, that currently had his beautiful blue eyes on her, had actually been able to teach her. It only took a second before she had turned her body. She brought her other leg up, almost parallel to the floor. Then she spun. Approximately 170° if she were to measure; once upon a time she might have done.

With another jump, she managed to propell her body two metres. Landing this time on her right leg. Her knee bent as her left leg extended. She used the momentum from the jump to spin herself close to the ground. In the back of her head a voice laughed. Using dance. That could've made her pay attention in physics.

'Love, love, love'

She bent her body backward. Putting her entire weight on a hand as she made her body go over. Once again getting back to a standing position. The movement was quick.. almost like a backwards cart-wheel. Yes, she could have just stood but this was about showcasing her talents. Wasn't it? But then her mind registered the words coming from the stereo. The words that had come from her lips. She still danced. The exact choreography as planned but now she wasn't truly focused. Her mind instead was focusing on that one word. Love. Was it? Was it really love? Had she not just fallen.. but fallen in love?

'You can't feel me no,
Like I feel you.
I can't steal you no,
Like you stole me.
And I, want you in my life.
And I, need you in my life'

It was failing. Tearing her mind from that word. But - in a way - it was helping. In a bid to distract her from that one word, she threw herself into the dance. She stepped, turned and spun absolutely perfectly. Precisely. The song was coming to an end. The soft singing coming from the stereo telling her so. It hadn't formed words. She hadn't needed to. It had just felt.. right to sing a little.

The strings were the main focus to the tune now so she danced to them. Moving her body gracefully to the music. As they finished, continuing for six seconds, she had her torso bent foreward. One leg parallel to the ground behind her while all of her weight was supported on her toes. She held that position for the entirety. Then the stereo was silent. Placing her leg on the ground, she rightened her posture.

Though her mind had not wavered from that one word.

"Thank you" she spoke softly, not wishing to destroy the serene atmosphere that had seemed to settle in the room. Relief should have flooded her veins. She hadn't fucked up. The dance had gone beautifully. Just how she had wished. However, she didn't feel relief. Her terror had instead intensified. Love. Did she really feel love? The witch tried her best to keep a calm fascade, however, as she looked toward the teachers that had viewed her performance. How she wondered if Themis would give her a chance.

How she wondered if Liam would see that the witch did, in fact, love him. There was absolutely no way that she could deny her emotions now as she looked into the depths of those beautiful blue eyes. She had fallen in love with him. The thought was enough to send a shockwave of panic straight through her - right to her very core. The only thing she'd learnt from love? It caused heartbreak.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Themmy and Liam!
Notes: It's so un-Pan...
Lyrics: Counting Stars by OneRepublilc
Credit: Chloe~

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