“As a kid, I always wanted to be a ballet dancer. I figured out pretty quickly that there's only one acceptable body type for male ballet dancers and I don't have it.”
And well, that is true Enjolras thinks. Male ballet dancers are expected to be tall, strong and impossibly thin. He himself had only barely made the cut, and Enjolras had at least 2 inches on Grantaire. Not to mention Grantaire didn’t quite fit the lean and thin expectation for male dancers. Looking over at the man in question it was clear that he was healthy, but no part of the wild hair, crooked nose and overall.. softness made Grantaire seem like a dancer. Enjolras himself looked much more like a dancer; taller, so thin Joly worried he was underweight, and a tight bun pulled …show more content…
It wouldn’t surprise me if I couldn't even get into first position” Grantaire looked down at his feet again. “Not everyone can just waltz into the studio and pick up a new discipline whenever they want. Even if I looked remotely like a ballet dancer, modern has basically made it impossible for me to have the whole ‘steady graceful controlled’ vibe you need for ballet.
“R if you ever knew how to do it, you can still do it. Even if you’ve forgotten I can re-teach you” When Enjolras found out he needed to dance some hip hop moves for Courfs new ballet, he couldn’t image ever being able to dance with the same fluidity as Bahorel and Grantaire. But apparently, he was ‘a fucking natural, holy shit.’ Enjolras just knew Grantaire would be the same way. He had seen the way he could move like music was flowing through his veins, not blood. If only Grantaire would try.
“Apollo, I was just running my mouth off, it’s no big deal, you don't need to like, make time in your day to free me from dance oppression whatever,” Grantaire muttered, his entire face seeming to cave in on itself as he finished his thought. Enjolras knew that look; it was Grantaire's patented Self-Deprecation Face. He and the rest of the Amis had a formal agreement to make sure that expression stayed off Grantaire's face as much as possible. It was like a physical pain somewhere in Enjolras’ chest to see grantaire looks so …show more content…
Or well, re-teach.” Finally, Grantaire eyes meet his, the beginnings of a blush at the top of Grantaires ears.
It was just every time Grantaire began to dismiss himself, and act like he didn’t have any talents it made Enjolras’ blood boil, that this man who was so interesting only saw the faults in himself. And objectively he knows that it’s Grantaire's depression and anxiety that make his thoughts run away from him, but Enjolras also knows that people staring at him, and laughing at him when he stuttered or asking ‘aren’t dancers supposed to be hot?’ doesn’t help. At all.
“Well… If you're sure, I think we both have free time on mondays at 11 right, same as last semester? We could get studio time then? Although it might be hard to consistently schedule. Or I have a bar at my apartment and Ep has classes all day… You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to-
“R, Look at me.” Enjolras caught Grantaire hand in his, “I want to, okay? And Mondays at yours sound perfect. I’m late for my pointe class but I'll text you okay?” Realizing what he had done he hastily pulled his hand away, then reached for his back to make it seem
And well, that is true Enjolras thinks. Male ballet dancers are expected to be tall, strong and impossibly thin. He himself had only barely made the cut, and Enjolras had at least 2 inches on Grantaire. Not to mention Grantaire didn’t quite fit the lean and thin expectation for male dancers. Looking over at the man in question it was clear that he was healthy, but no part of the wild hair, crooked nose and overall.. softness made Grantaire seem like a dancer. Enjolras himself looked much more like a dancer; taller, so thin Joly worried he was underweight, and a tight bun pulled …show more content…
It wouldn’t surprise me if I couldn't even get into first position” Grantaire looked down at his feet again. “Not everyone can just waltz into the studio and pick up a new discipline whenever they want. Even if I looked remotely like a ballet dancer, modern has basically made it impossible for me to have the whole ‘steady graceful controlled’ vibe you need for ballet.
“R if you ever knew how to do it, you can still do it. Even if you’ve forgotten I can re-teach you” When Enjolras found out he needed to dance some hip hop moves for Courfs new ballet, he couldn’t image ever being able to dance with the same fluidity as Bahorel and Grantaire. But apparently, he was ‘a fucking natural, holy shit.’ Enjolras just knew Grantaire would be the same way. He had seen the way he could move like music was flowing through his veins, not blood. If only Grantaire would try.
“Apollo, I was just running my mouth off, it’s no big deal, you don't need to like, make time in your day to free me from dance oppression whatever,” Grantaire muttered, his entire face seeming to cave in on itself as he finished his thought. Enjolras knew that look; it was Grantaire's patented Self-Deprecation Face. He and the rest of the Amis had a formal agreement to make sure that expression stayed off Grantaire's face as much as possible. It was like a physical pain somewhere in Enjolras’ chest to see grantaire looks so …show more content…
Or well, re-teach.” Finally, Grantaire eyes meet his, the beginnings of a blush at the top of Grantaires ears.
It was just every time Grantaire began to dismiss himself, and act like he didn’t have any talents it made Enjolras’ blood boil, that this man who was so interesting only saw the faults in himself. And objectively he knows that it’s Grantaire's depression and anxiety that make his thoughts run away from him, but Enjolras also knows that people staring at him, and laughing at him when he stuttered or asking ‘aren’t dancers supposed to be hot?’ doesn’t help. At all.
“Well… If you're sure, I think we both have free time on mondays at 11 right, same as last semester? We could get studio time then? Although it might be hard to consistently schedule. Or I have a bar at my apartment and Ep has classes all day… You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to-
“R, Look at me.” Enjolras caught Grantaire hand in his, “I want to, okay? And Mondays at yours sound perfect. I’m late for my pointe class but I'll text you okay?” Realizing what he had done he hastily pulled his hand away, then reached for his back to make it seem