en pointe — chapter 11: pas de deux

w — swearing + homophobic slur + strong sexual references (nothing explicit). 

pas de deux [ pawh du duh ] : “step of two” , partnering.

The pieces of the morning drift together in the lazy, unhurried way mornings like to do: sunlight, gentle and new across my back. A swallow singing in her nest above my window. The warmth of another heart beside mine. Palm leaves rustling and whispering against the glass. A mellow and even breath against my temple. The hiss of engine brakes along the dusty street below. The weight of Mako’s arm draped loosely over my waist. Our legs tangled together. My head resting on his shoulder. I peek at him. He’s still asleep. Porcelain, in the morning light. A Greek statue, handsome and divine for eternity, if not for the steady rise and fall of his chest. I stretch and twist and pleasure in the pip-pop of my joints, reaching out to the very tips of my fingers. The temperature is just right—like floating in a summer sea—so I lay somewhere between the soft quilt and cradle of his body and dreams and waking. There’s no need to break the spell. I haven’t awoken like this since the last break at home, in my childhood bedroom with the blue sea glass lined up on the sill and the cockle shell windchime tinkling in the garden. Even though I’ve been here for five months, winter blanched the concrete of the academy dorm cold, and it’s never quite comfortable. It’s never home. I brush my hand across Mako’s cheek, and he shifts, his consciousness glimmering. I nuzzle into him happily as his eyelids flutter open. “Good morning.”

He smiles sleepily, and lightly nudging his forehead against mine, murmurs, “Don’t you have a test?”


I rocket upwards. I grab around the bedsheets and search for my phone wildly. The digits blink at me offensively. 8:53. A missed call from Sasha. “Shit, shit shit!” How the fuck did I sleep through the alarm? I leap off my bed and shoot into the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face—gasp at the shock—and tug a brush through my hair. My elbow smacks into the ceramic sink and I utter a fresh stream of curses. The half-rolled tube of toothpaste topples to the floor. I leave it there. I don’t even change. Pajama party calculus test, I don’t care. When I dart back out, Mako’s sitting up and leaning back into his arms, narrow-eyed in the bright light, a laugh playing around his mouth.

“What time is it?” He raises his hand to block the sun, his words softly blurring together.

“Almost nine, so I gotta run. Catch up on your precious beauty sleep.” I lean down to pat his head and he pushes at me gently.

“Shut up and get to class, Eva.”

“Fine, fine! See you later.” I quickly kiss his forehead, catch his smile begin to glow in surprise, grab my pencil case, and then dash through the door. Wait. Did I just-

Luckily, I manage to make it to classroom just before the test begins. I glance around—half the class is in this room, and none of my friends—and fly into an empty chair. The calculus teacher pauses in giving me the paper to raise an eyebrow. I just breathe out a sigh in relief. The moment of ease is shattered when I click my pen and turn over the first page. I try to remember how Mako explained the equations last night, and not the way we had nestled together, or the way I could feel his lean muscles under the knitted sweater. No. Stop thinking about him.

The test is over in an hour, and to my immense surprise, I feel like I haven’t completely bombed it, unlike every maths test ever. The second class is English, so I head straight to the co-working space with pajamas and messy hair. Piper and Sasha are sitting at our table in the back. The latter looks refined as always—I already know she’s gotten the top mark in class—but Piper looks a little frazzled, which makes me feel slightly better about my disheveled state. She sneaks me something wrapped in brown paper that turns out to be a zucchini muffin.

“I thought you might be cutting it fine with studying,” she whispers.

“Thanks, Pipes.” I hug her, and devour the muffin cold. The English teacher plays the film we have been analysing for the past couple of classes. It’s Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, which I only half listen to because the story is quite as ridiculous as the ballet. Instead I think of my partner, who must have awoken and gracefully departed my dorm by now, doing whatever he does when everyone else is struggling in high school academics; listening to his Harvard lectures, frowning in that deep concentration which creases his brow. Misha arrives and slips along the wall as discreetly as one can do in hot pink cat-emblazoned trousers.

Sasha looks him up and down. “Solano, why are you wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants?”

Misha juts out his hip. “It’s called fashion, sweetie, look it up.”

“They’re super cute pants!” Piper says enthusiastically, and then gives him a stern look. “You didn’t get any sleep, did you?”

“Wrong. I got a very healthy ten minutes.” He yawns very healthily and sprawls onto the bench. “My brain is actually fucked, dude. Why don’t you look as dead as I feel, Eva?”

“Mako was helping me last night.”

He is suddenly awake. “What time?”

“Until like… three. We slept together. No,” I say hastily, when Piper splutters on her water, “we fell asleep together. We didn’t even kiss or anything! I mean, why would we- I don’t even like-”

“You like his abs,” Sasha points out.

Misha saves me. “No way,” he says incredulously. “His sleep schedule is from nine-thirty to six.”

“Well, he was rather grumpy.” I tap my chin. “It was cute.”

He studies me, clear and curious. “No. I mean he doesn’t let anyone mess up his schedule.”

I blink. And shrug. People keep saying my partner should be doing this or that, and I neither know or care about why they expect certain things from him. I wonder if Misha will say anything more, but the English teacher hushes us, so he merely smiles to himself in a knowing sort of way.

Romeo and Juliet die, the credits roll, and we’re meant to begin working on our film analysis essays for the rest of class. Sasha examines the pages of notes she had been scribing throughout the film. I ignore my nonexistent notes and turn. “Pipes, have you found a nice place for your birthday?”

“South Coast Botanic Garden.” Piper perks up. She’s been searching for cherry blossoms, a rarity in the city. “It’s in Palos Verde.”

“I’ll drive,” Misha says brightly. He likes driving the off-peak highways of Los Angeles, the top of his crimson Ferrari down. “Forty minutes from here. I know the place well.”


The fifth of March, a Sunday swimming in Californian sun, Misha picks us up from the academy. Mako sits shotgun, cool and carefree in sunglasses. Piper and Sasha and I sit in the back of the Ferrari. I stretch my arms above my head and enjoy the warm wind whistling through my hair. Time to time, I glimpse the ocean. It tugs at my heart. Palos Verde is perched neatly upon a rugged coastal peninsula. We drive through emerald golf courses dotted with palm trees, horses trotting around equestrian fields, mansions where the wealthy Angelenos travel to reside on weekends. Misha tells us that he spent much of his younger years here, in a distinguished private school, and points out his family estate. It’s a Mediterranean villa partially hidden by cypress and olives and lavender gardens, like it was plucked straight from the Italian countryside, except for the glass and steel extensions—art galleries, he says, for his curator mamma and papà—and the smoggy skyline of Los Angeles in the distance. I forget that he’s rich, too.

The botanic garden is just as sprawling as the neighbourhood, and it takes us a while to navigate to the cherry blossoms. Mako and I walk ahead, the visitor map unfolded between us. Just past the roses. I see the grove appear, like a dream, over a gentle hill. His eyes are sparkling with excitement, a pure and unbridled joy that catches at my lungs. I follow him under the delicate, arched boughs, flowering with a thousand cherry blossoms: tiny and fragile and of the palest pink. He stands with his hands in pockets, his face tilted upwards. A smile is glowing upon his lips as the afternoon sunlight does through the crown of the trees. I slow to a stop beside him. We are still, and silent, and listen to the wind playing amongst the flowers.

“The sakura was the time I looked forward to every year in Tokyo,” he finally murmurs. “It still is, although the American flowering is nothing in comparison. You should see it—from the barren winter, the sakura flourishes through Japan with the first breath of spring, turning all the cities and villages and countryside pink.”

A petal flutters through the air, weightless, and settles into his cupped palm. “Fourteen days. The flowers are fleeting, before the wind begins to carry the petals away.” He regards the petal, a sadness gathering quietly in his brow. “I used to cry after it, as a child. For a thing of such beauty would die so quickly. The life of the flowers snuffed out as if they meant nothing. And yet… every year, no matter how harsh and dark the winter is…”

My fingertips search for his, brushing over his knuckles, and our hands lace together. “They blossom back to life.”

Piper joins us, some seconds or minutes after, wonder brightening her face. She chooses a spot tucked under a particularly full-blooming tree, so we lay out a blanket and arrange ourselves amongst the falling petals. I draw my legs to my chest, deeply enjoying the warm tranquility and the midnight satin of Mako’s shirt against my skin. Sasha unboxes a strawberry shortcake and lights the seventeen candles with a practiced flick of a match, and we sing a little, before Piper blows them out. I smile as she makes a wish. I apprehend the cake as she cuts a generous slice. It beckons with pipings of snowy white cream, and the strawberries are glazed with sugar syrup, so they glisten like rubies in the three o’clock sunlight. Misha cuts two matching slices, one which Sasha fusses over with oh, alright, just for a special treat. How many calories must there be? I shake my head to rid the thought, and allow myself a sliver of cake, pressing down the churning guilt in my belly. I slowly lift the fork to my lips. The chiffon sponge is like a cloud, a drop of vanilla, the cream fresh and light—and the strawberry bursts upon my tongue with all the bliss of summer. My shoulders relax. Mako is watching me warily, and I offer a tiny cube of cake to him. “Share with me.”

He shakes his head, wide-eyed and hesitant. “What… does it taste like?”

“Like heaven.” I sigh, and then frown. “Haven’t you ever had birthday cake? When is your birthday?”

“The twenty-first of December.”

I’m dismayed. “Oh, I missed it!”

“You didn’t miss anything,” he replies firmly. “And yours?”

“June first.” I happily bite into another strawberry. “Try it, just this once. A few calories won’t do anything.”

“I can’t.”

I blink at him, remembering that one stormy night in my dorm, and rest my plate to brush my fingertips across his cheekbone. His eyelids flutter close at my touch, and in quiet habit, he presses his face into my palm. “Your mother isn’t here,” I say softly. “She can’t dictate or see what you’re eating.”

“It will show,” he whispers, and turns his face away from me. The conversation is over.

Time is slipping through my fingers. As spring gathers a bouquet of glorious days for summer, I find myself surrounded more and more by concrete and mirrors. Simple—these moments with my four friends—but they bring me peace, soothing the strain in my body. This will likely be my last true moment of relaxation until after New York. Beside me, Sasha drinks elderflower sparkling water from a flute, pressing open Wuthering Heights with her left hand. I take pictures of the flowers above and our little picnic and message them to Mom. She replies with a pink heart and a video of Senor Papperino, lanky in his teenage doghood, playing amongst the hyacinth and snowdrops and crocuses in our garden. My chest aches. I rest my phone face down and curl my fingers in Mako’s shirt. He’s lounging on the blanket, leaning on his elbows, watching Piper and Misha as they improvise a dance. His chin keeps edging down. He’s tired.

I tap my knees. Mako looks up at me. The slight tilt of his head and furrow of his brow tells me he’s assessing an unfamiliar situation. He’s not like me, running into his arms without a thought, or Misha, adapting to the flow of every situation like a leaf in a sparkling stream. I have come to realise that his slight awkwardness to my touch is out of uncertainty, for something he’s never experienced before.

“Lay your head,” I whisper. “Rest.”

My partner hesitates. Settles down and rests his head on my leg. I brush that flop out of his forehead, smoothing back his silken hair, over and over again. He relaxes, the uncertainty melting into quiet contentment. I wonder what his childhood in Tokyo was like. I imagine a little boy wandering alone underneath the sakura trees. For some reason, I can’t imagine Svetlana beside him. She is too cold, too foreign, to exist in a dream of such softness. I see the blossoms reflected in the darkness of his irises, and sense the sleep wash over him as he closes his eyes. I feel his happiness run through me, clear as water. It fills up my heart as surely and familiar and beautiful as if it is my own.

Well, fuck.

The sunlight deepens, the gardens slipping into a quiet evening, and we roll up the blanket and pack everything into the picnic basket. Sasha gives sleepy Piper a piggyback, and both of them giggle as we pass through the flower beds. Misha lopes ahead to the Ferrari. His keys jangle around his pinky finger. The carpark is half empty now, the visitors slowly trickling away into the dusk.

“Solano!” The speaker is leaning lazily on a sleek sports car, two spaces along. A blonde guy, who for all intents and purposes, looks like a Logan. He’s perhaps a little older than us, jacked up like a football player, dressed in khakis and a navy button-down, arms crossed with the confidence money tends to give you—every bit the spoiled trust fund boy.

To my surprise, ever-friendly Misha doesn’t acknowledge him. He walks a little quicker, but the guy pushes himself off the car and intercepts him.

“How are you?” Logan continues. “I haven’t seen you since last year! Wearing makeup again, I see.”

“Leave me alone,” Misha says quietly.

“Should I be surprised? I hear that you’re at a right proper ballet school now.” He smiles, but his tongue curls a sneer around the word, like it’s dirty. “Tutus and leotards, is it? You must feel right at home fucking around with all those fags.”

What the fuck? Anger stabs my chest and I surge forward, but Mako is already there; swiftly anchoring himself in front of Misha, on the defensive. For all the vehement arguing and outspoken justice for his best friend—for the first time, Misha is silent. Logan steps back. Recognition flashes in his eyes, and something about his arrogance crumples, shrivels, until he looks just like he is: a coward, picking on people smaller than him. “You’re a Hayashi.”

Mako folds his hands behind his back. “I know what you did.” Each word is slow, and calm, but they sweep over me like a cold front. The gathering of a December storm. It feels familiar.

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything.”

Gaze unwavering, he speaks to Misha now. “All you need to do is tell me his name.”

He looks like his mother.

A silence. Misha locks eyes with Logan. And then he shakes his head. “You are far too honourable,” Mako says softly, but he turns and holds his best friend by the arms and lets the other guy slink away to his car. Sasha and Piper rush over to Misha’s side, but I hesitate, confusion rollicking in my belly, the chill lingering on the hairs of my arms. I glance at Misha, his head lowered; at Mako, his expression of concern again, and at the retreating back of whoever that asshole was. I have half the mind to throttle him as well.


Rosaline is the first love of Romeo. He’s a player, in the opening scenes, flirting and chasing after the village girls, and Rosaline is the coy center of his attentions. Then he glimpses Juliet, the universe slows to a still, and Rosaline is forgotten. Their rehearsal with Darcy is just after Paris and Juliet. I collapse onto the hallway bench with Nicholas and let the other two go in. I catch Mako’s hand as he passes. A quick and reassuring squeeze. He smiles, but I sense his anxiety. Dancing with her again pains him. Vicky just wears her expression of perpetual annoyance as she follows him into the studio.

Nicholas gazes after their wake long after the door has closed. “I have been trying to figure this out for the past month,” he says, out of the blue. “Are you in a relationship with Hayashi?”

I laugh. “He’s my pas partner.”

He ponders. “And I suppose you wouldn’t go on a date with me.”

“Oh!” I blink, confused. “Nicholas, you’re nice, and you’re handsome—what’s with you ballet boys, for fuck’s sake—but no, I’m sorry.”

“I thought not.” He shakes his head with a good-natured smile. “You weren’t reacting to my flirting at all.”

Wait. “You were flirting with me?” I say blankly.

He laughs at that. I sit awkwardly. For the past month? I suppose Mako openly kissing Damien might have been confusing, but… do we really look like a couple? The idea throws me off.

Nicholas breaks my dazed silence. “Hayashi has an enormous crush on you. I was surprised you haven’t noticed, but now I see. Tell me, why do you refuse to admit your feelings?”

“I don’t like him in that way.” The words feel clumsy in my mouth; roll false and empty over my tongue. “I… I shouldn’t. We have such a wonderful partnership, and friendship. Everyone says how wonderful romance is, too, but it’s so much easier to go wrong. What if we mess up and fight and destroy our chances at the Grand Prix? I can’t risk it. And I don’t have time to prioritise another person, jealousy and drama, let alone make him my entire world. Mako doesn’t either. I don’t want him to stress out even more with organising romantic dates and gifts and surprises like for Victoria. I don’t even enjoy things like that.”

I shut my mouth, a deep flush burning in my cheeks. Why did I say that? And why to a guy I just rejected? Fucking hell, Eva.

Nicholas listens to this in scholarly thought. “You know,” he says slowly, “most pas partnerships are nothing but professional relationships. A good one is a seamless part of daily work, a normal one a difficult and frustrating back-and-forth between two opinions, and at worst, a battlefield of great conflict and mistrust that can’t be hidden by their dancing.”

“Misha and Vicky used to be partners,” I remember. “They would never stop fighting. It was kinda over Mako, but mainly they just hated each other.”

“Ballerinas are independent and strong-willed. You recognise this. It’s difficult to expose a dangerous vulnerability to another. Once in a blue moon, however… two dancers are partnered who understand each other to their very souls. Their dancing fits together in such a specific way that it creates a balance even more beautiful than the individual parts.”

“Like Fonteyn and Nureyev.” I smile, remembering the prima ballerina and ballerino, wonderful in their own rights, but ethereal when brought together, as if they were one celestial being.

“It’s more than that. It’s deeper. Because no matter how good your professional conduct is, if you aren’t compatible emotionally, the dancing will never work. Trust, respect; the willingness to listen, and learn what the other has to teach. It’s natural, existing side by side. To know what the other is saying without uttering a word.” Nicholas sighs. “I hope that I will find such a partner one day.”

I watch the sunlight flicker cloudily on the walls. Trust. I turn to him, thoughts racing, and pat his arm. “I’m sure you will.”

He stands up, shakes out the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, clasps my hand in his gentlemanly way. “I haven’t known you for very long, Evangeline Kingston.” His hazel eyes are honey in the sunlight. “I do know, however, that you fight against tradition. That you refuse to accept what you believe is wrong in the status quo. You always write your own story, no matter what others expect.”

I nod.

“So why not for this?”


Pas rehearsals creep slowly from evenings into nights. The sunlight hours are taken up by the many crowd scenes of Romeo & Juliet, the dancers from West Studio and District Ballet travelling five days a week to polish the final details. Misha disappears into the fashion studio entirely. The academy fashion department is assigned to help costuming as an annual project, so he’s lost in a flurry of chattering students. He’s said nothing about the confrontation. I get the feeling that he’s purposefully burying himself in the frantic chaos of last-minute tailoring and embroidering. Mako says nothing as well. I almost forget that winter storm. There are competition rehearsals, too, for my Kitri solo and pas de deux and troupe ensemble. So, the studio slots with Romeo and Paris are shunted further into the fading light—and this work in tandem with academics means that my free time is whittled down to eating, precious snippets of conversation with my siblings, and the never-ending labour of physical maintenance.

“Mako, you really need to loosen up.” I run my hands over the carved bone of his shoulder blades, feeling the tension underneath. “Your posture is too stiff and straight. Stop thinking so hard. It’s more than transitioning from perfectly calculated stills, you need to be reacting more to me. Acting more. This is storytelling, remember, not a competition routine.”

He sweeps his arms down from their graceful position. There is panic prickling below his skin, a million feverish thoughts, frustration mounting underneath his calm beauty. It has been, for a while now. I can’t imagine how much more stress his university lectures are piling on. He paces around in front of the mirror, trying to adjust his movements, force them to be softer and dreamier, again and again and again. “God. Why can’t I do it?”

“You’re trying to go against deeply ingrained training. It’s alright. We have time.”

Mako works his jaw, staring at his reflection like he wants it to shatter. “There’s only two weeks until opening night.”

“We can do this,” I say firmly. “All you need to do is look like you’re in love.”

He stills. A silence falls around his being, his voice whispering like snow. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to look like.”

The reassuring words catch in my throat. “Mako.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, tears a hand through his hair. “I can’t. I can’t.” His breath comes short; sharp. “Why can’t I do anything right?”

Mako.” I am swift, reaching up to clasp his face and draw him away from the mirror. “Listen to me. Listen to my lungs. Breathe.”

His chest heaves and heartbeat hammers against my fingertips, in his temples, a bird trapped in a golden cage. Slowly, his breathing comes to match mine.

I gaze at him for a long time, thinking of the prima ballerina who is beautiful and cold and every part of her in perfect discipline. “You’re scared of losing control,” I whisper. The answer is small in his silence. I gently curl my fingers in his hair, wondering. “Have you ever tried contemporary dance?”

Mako shakes his head.

“No, I suppose not. Your old school must have only taught traditional ballet.” An idea begins to flicker in my mind. “Do you know the principles?”

He hesitates. “It’s much more grounded.”

“Gravity,” I say. “It’s guided by physics. Ballet is always fighting against the natural laws, dominate and control them, resisting the downwards force in every elegant curve of our bodies.”

“A constant downwards acceleration of nine point eight one metres per second,” Mako says very quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching up. This is something he can understand. I smile, relief blossoming in my chest. He’s okay.

“In contemporary, we let that force navigate us. Work together, not against. Form a balance between our wills and the will of nature. Like how the tides follow the moon, and the moon follows the ocean. It shapes my body; my breathing regulates the balance. That’s how I dance. How I feel. And it always requires letting go of control. To let something else guide you.”

He sighs, grounding his heels into the floor. “I… think I understand.”

“Why don’t we try improvisation? You can’t think, that way. Muscle memory will take over.” I unclasp my hands and his head turns instinctively to follow the trail of my fingertips. I scroll through my playlist for a contemporary song. Swan Song. I return to my partner. He always looks so fragile, eyes closed, the fathomless black storm hidden by his moonlight skin and full lashes.

“Let go of your fear.” I rest my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “Listen to my touch. Follow me.”

His hand covers mine. “Gravitational pull,” he murmurs, and opens his eyes, to a clear and calm night.

Muscle memory is a curious thing. For something to become so intimate and known to you that it becomes part of the body’s natural rhythm, without thought or desire—it hits me now, how wondrous it is, as I unfurl myself to the song, and Mako follows me, his body counterbalancing, his limbs finally relaxing and intertwining with mine, his hands slipping into their place on my waist as I turn swiftly, effortless, our bodies moving together like water. All the steps are ingrained, Juliet and Kitri and Romeo and Basilio, but they flow and swirl and become, a pas de deux woven into my blood yet one I have never danced before.

And then I’m kissing him, his lips soft and sweet against mine, tasting of mint, and his warmth spreads all the way to the tips of my fingers and my toes. When we finally breathe, swaying a little, his lashes are fluttering in surprise and a blush is glowing across his cheeks. I blink rapidly, and plant my feet, trying to steady myself in my shock. My face must be just as bright, cupped like a jewel in his palms. He searches my eyes, drawing his thumbs along my cheekbones, and the steady motion calms me.

“Harrington,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t you rather…”

“You always worry.” I regain my footing and patter my fingertips lightly across his chest. “Nicholas asked me out yesterday. I rejected him.”

He nods slowly, thinking.


“We talked about this last week,” Mako says, brushing a strand of hair back from my face, and then he tips his head, his smile crooking into something mischievous. “He said something about you having a very obvious crush on me.”

“Oh.” I square my shoulders and jut my chin, fighting to keep my face from blazing, my words from stuttering the way my heart is. “Funny. Nicholas said something about you having an enormous crush on me.”


We stare at each other, and then his serious expression breaks into shimmering laughter, and I laugh, and Mako ducks his head and kisses me, his hand gently folding around the nape of my neck. His touch is ever so familiar, but there are new places and new ways his skin presses to mine, and I welcome it.

My partner circles his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. Something sparks as he deepens the kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip. I break the kiss with a gasp. Both of us laugh a little again, and he rests his forehead on mine.

“Too fast?” He whispers.

“No, I just… forget that you’re not as innocent as you seem to be.”

He shifts, and I feel him smile, just slightly. “Hm.”

I tug him backwards until I feel concrete against my back, and then I lock my legs around his waist, letting him crush me into the wall. He darts kisses down my throat and nips lightly at the sensitive skin, and I buck against him, wanting more. My hands slip under his shirt, exploring the taut muscles in his abdomen. He tenses; a sharp intake of breath.

“Not here.” Mako pulls away with a groan, and I force myself to breathe, my skin buzzing with electricity. His heart is beating hard against my ribs.

“Your place?” I whisper, trailing my finger across his lips, pink and starting to swell from the pressure. “I don’t want to scar Pipes forever.”

He laughs quietly, gazes up at me in quiet happiness, and gives me an answer, kissing my fingertip and then my lips again, lifting me up higher.


Los Angeles is drunk on the night, and it glitters and winks blackly in the glass. The tile is warm under my heels. I smell of his grapefruit soap. He gives me a spare toothbrush. A soft towel is wrapped around his hips. He holds a blow-dryer in one hand and runs the other hand through his hair, working it into that perfectly styled flop.

I poke him. “You know I’m just going to mess it up, right?”

Mako hands the dryer to me. “I like your new haircut,” he murmurs, and smiles in that shy, flustered way when he says something he hadn’t planned to say. “It was the first nice thing you said to me.”

I search my memories, and brighten. “Oh!”

“Mm. It made me consider the possibility that, perhaps, you weren’t an absolute brat.” He smoothly avoids my indignant jab, laughing, and he gathers me briefly into his arms to kiss my forehead before we settle back into the routine.

I try to ruffle as much dampness out of my hair. I switch off the dryer and comb my fingers through the mess. In the ensuing quiet, I gaze in the mirror. I was too distracted before by Mako stripping his clothes off to notice anything about the ensuite, but now, I take the time to examine the space. His bathroom is nothing like what I’ve been in before—black marble and minimalist lines, a polished vessel of a bathtub and matte taps, soft and moody lighting. I don’t know architecture like my cousin Kiya does, but I feel the weight of what must be incredibly expensive design. That, and the ensuite being twice the size of my dorm. I skim my fingers over the counter. It’s cold to the touch, an inky marble veined with milk-grey swirls. I look at him, shoulders winged as he leans over the sink to brush his teeth. The shower. My hands followed the hot rivulets of water that ran over his muscles, like how great rivers carve into the earth. His hair slicked darkly against his forehead, the luxurious arch of his neck as he tipped his head back. The heat of his skin as it slid against mine. I blink away the memories and breathe deeply. Calm down. I catch Mako looking up at me in the mirror, a knowing smirk flickering at the edge of his mouth, and my cheeks burn even brighter.

I sit on the counter and lazily kick my legs. Mako opens a cabinet and lines up a series of skincare bottles. I gingerly touch them, their shimmering pearl casings and lids of what must be real brushed gold, running my thumb over the labels. Chanel. La Prairie. Cle de Peu. This is not my drugstore moisturiser that I slap onto my face at the dorm. Each of these tiny bottles must cost hundreds of dollars. I draw my hand away from them and settle for just looking at them instead. Retinol. Toner. Serum. Oil. Eye Gel. Creme. What the fuck. There are many scientific words I can’t understand, but one simple word keeps on popping up.

“Anti-aging?” I quirk my brows.

“My mother taught me this routine when I was twelve,” my partner says, smoothing a cream—I read the label and learn that it’s imbued with a rare koishimaru silk—along his jawline and his neck. “It’s best to start young. Why do you think she has perfect skin?”

Botox? I almost say, but I guess someone as elegant as Svetlana Pominova would upturn her nose at plastic surgery. Mako crooks his finger at me, and I lean forward. He lightly grazes his finger across my cheek, and my eyelids flutter at the cool touch of the gel. Fifty dollars absorbed into my skin, just like that. I try not to think of the money and enjoy the facial massage instead. “This seems like hard work,” I admit. “Having to do this routine every morning and night.”

He tilts his head and smiles slightly, his gaze and fingertip following the arch of my brow. “Being astronomically sexy all the time isn’t effortless, you know.”

I laugh and smack his arm softly. He twists the gold cap back on and that must be the end of his elaborate skincare routine, for he organises the bottles neatly back into the cabinet, in the order of application. Then my partner returns to me, grounding his palms either side of my hips, and leans in to press his lips against mine. I sigh and happily kiss him back. He’s a good kisser, sure and steady. Why did I deny this for so long? Thanks, past me. Mako draws back and studies me. I can see the thoughts brewing in his dark eyes. I squirm under the intensity of his gaze. He’s a lot more experienced than me. I can tell from the way his hands made easy work of me in the shower. I don’t know why it surprised me, I already knew, it’s just… I’m used to being the dominant one, in all my past summer flings. I like being on top.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I say bravely.

His smile slants. “Hm?”

“Quit planning and just get on with it.”

He pulls me off the counter and through a door, into a bedroom just as dark and sleek. Somewhere along the way, the towels unravel and slip to the floor. I tumble onto the bed and feel cool grey silk against my bare skin. He takes his time, exploring in the dim glow, slower and gentler than in the heat of the shower. He kisses my lips deeply, the sweet spots on my neck, the sun freckles on my shoulders, the dip of my sternum where my venus pendant usually rests, and then everywhere else. Fuck. The silk bunches in my hands. Each one of my nerves spark at the rough pads of his fingers and his tongue and every atom of my body quivers. The flash of a silver wrapper tearing. His weight pressing me down. I feel him, throughout my entire body, the lithe muscles in his back working under my palms, his hips rocking mine in an intoxicating rhythm. Somewhere in the dazed heat of my mind, I think how of all the times I’d danced with him, I’ve never been so aware of his body before. I arch against him, and he reacts to my movement naturally. My gasping breaths are his. The beating of his heart is mine. We are perfectly synchronised.

Afterwards, I run my fingers over the squareness of his jaw and the bow of his lips and the hollows of his dimples, the ones that twinkle when he’s happy. They are twinkling as bright as stars.

Pas de deux,” I whisper.

He smiles, his words murmured in a kiss. “Pas de deux.

Eva: I can’t risk catching feelings for Mako 😤

Eva: *makes absolutely zero effort to stop cuddling and getting herself into increasingly romantic situations with Mako*

Eva: *falls in love with Mako* 


Her tomfoolery aside, I’m super happy that this chapter is finally here! It’s been maybe three years since I began planning this story, so it truly feels like forever for Evako to reach this point in their relationship. It also meant that I had to face my greatest enemy, The Sexy Scene, but I tried not to straight up cut it out or make it mild-butter-chicken-with-garlic-naan level spicy (my default reaction) because Eva wouldn’t allow that, so her sensory depth really turned around to kick me in the ass on this one. I hope you enjoyed the *attempt* lmao. 


  1. Oh, I do love characters who just decide to Do It when they want to. 😈 Eva is definitely a very different type of gal from her mum, that’s for sure. Most of my characters tend to be on the promiscuous side as well because I’m just SO over stories where everyone is fawning and sighing over the heroïne’s virginity. YAWN. This is just the stuff I like to see. *Chef’s kiss*

    I think you managed just the right tone for the spice. It’s schmexy, but still romantic and sensual. I like it a lot. I mean, generally I tend to prefer more explicit stuff, but that’s because I’m an old pervert and there’s no denying that this fits right into the tone of the story. It’s been so fun to see these two grow closer together and I suspect they’re not really in the clear, so I’m excited to see where this relationship takes them. 😊

    Great chapter, as always, Lila. 🥰

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    1. Yeah! The clueless innocent girl and fuckboy trope has long gone stale lmao. Since Eva and Mako are both experienced and super comfortable with each other it makes sense they would just get right down to it! And I’m relieved to hear you liked that final scene 😅

      Thanks for reading and commenting, Louise!

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  2. Jesus Christ is this what’s it’s like to have kids and then they grow up and start swearing and going on dates with boys and you’re just like “IM NOT PREPARED”. I wasn’t prepared. But I’ll get to that lmfao.

    I honestly didn’t expect the scene to pick right up from the Sassy Sleepover, but boy do I appreciate it. This was so much better than a jump cut. The scene of them waking up and that experience is such a precious moment, and also very well timed considering it’s not yet altered by what happens at the end of the chapter. It’s still them being innocent friends, and I like that very raw and authentic way they view each other for those last few moment. That is such a beautiful pose and angled shot that I want to steal entirely. Misha’s Hello Kitty pants is all I ever wanted in life. I can now die happy. Thank you. The Sakura photos all look like fuckin ART. Not even a sims game, just pure ass art, goddamn. I think they’re some of my favorite pictures you’ve ever taken. Which is saying a lot, because all of your pics are my favorite pics you’ve ever taken.

    Okay so the picnic scene. Yeah, I have sooo many thoughts. First of all, Mako’s strict upbringing shining through here at terrifying levels. Disappointed, not surprised, very afraid. It’s a thought they all share, but even Sasha made a concession. Mako’s is way too engrained. I’m sure that’s his horrible, shallow mother’s fault entirely. God it makes me rage and the woman isn’t even on the continent. Mako also having a helluva lot of disdain for his birthday, wonder if there’s more to that. Mako’s Sakura analogy actually really reminded me of the monologue Judine made in the second act lol. I just thought that was cool, actually they have a very similar mindset, but I think Mako is just more pessimistic. And that “Well fuck” line? Is that her finally realizing? Lmao come on Eva, come on.

    SO WHAT I REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY. #1 Misha’s outfit is UNFFFFF. Goddamn. Now I don’t remember, is Misha straight as a board or nah? The distinct fashion differences between Mako and Misha is so damn POWERFUL and I am obsessed with it. Number 2, who the FUCK is this guy and what the FUCK did he do to my poor baby? What is their history? I need to fucking know right now, how DARE he speak like that. I’m with Eva, jump his ass! But also god. Damn. Okay, that fucking moment when Mako comes up and goes full Mob Mode, I was not expecting it, was entirely thrilled, shocked, and amazed. You really wrote this part so well; the tension, the drama of it all. I felt like I was watching a movie, and it’s almost like, even though I was like, surprised it was happening, it’s like I absolutely expected it? Like yeah, it makes sooo much sense. Whatever his family really is, these billionaire moguls. The guy literally flinched at the mere mention of the name Hayashi. The curtness and coldness of Mako’s tone, you feel it in that “All you need to do is tell me his name.” line, even before the thought passes through Eva’s head, but she’s absolutely, 100% right. He IS being like his mother. Exactly that. It makes you think this is what he’s been bred for and trained for all his life. It’s terrifying (really fucking hot) but also sort of really messed up. I sense so much danger in his attitude, and it’s really wild that he has this side of him. I really don’t think Eva’s ready for Mako in his entirety, yet. I remember in that scene with Vicky earlier on, he had a similar break in his normal character, where he was much sharper, and now it’s manifesting again in a big way. That was hands down my favorite moment in this chap, and definitely one of my favs overall so far. I really love how he would do this in defense of Misha, too. You can see how deep their friendship runs, and there’s still so much about their individual and shared history we don’t know. I’m expecting Misha’s experience with this Fuckhead to have been pretty bad… I’m afraid to find out the truth of it.

    Poor Nicholas. That war was over before it began lmao. I do like him giving Eva that moment of clarity, tho. He’s absolutely right. But I also feel like maybe this one time, it was worth tempering herself. Her concerns and worries are very real. Not so much that their relationship will impact their work, but there’s so much more to the entire thing. Mako has so much baggage. But alas the floodgates are open and I am ready to be swept away lmao. That pic of Eva is so beautiful and anime lmao, you can see the hope gleaming in her eyes, right before she does the anime-girl smile-with-her-eyes-closed and nod with a breathy laugh sound.

    Love the transition of their dance into the kiss scene. Absolutely perfect for them. And the build up, too. Eva trying to teach Mako how to emotions. These two are really such a dynamic pair, and I applaud you for it, this moment was well deserved, even though I REALLY DIDNT SEE IT COMING LOL. I was completely blindsided lmfao. I was tucked in for a SLOW ASS burn and then I was like OH WHOA OKAY WE’RE DOING IT ITS HAPPENING. Then they even bang, like OH OK IT IS really HAPPENNING. But alright alright, after my trauma from reading this little babber’s spicy scene, I will say I completely agree with Louise. It is so exhausting to read the trope of tiptoeing off to bed or making it into a huge thing. I agree it’s not Eva’s personality at all, and definitely not Mako’s either, so this makes the most honest sense. I’m happy you didn’t go that route, even if I felt it jumped out of me lmfao, but that’s more on my expectations and knowledge of YOU and less to do with the story or anything so don’t think that’s what I mean lmao. It was an absolute rush of emotions, and it did feel very natural to both of them. It was very spicy indeed, 10/10 on the imagery, and goddamn those PHOTOS REALLY set a scene. It made me want their life and I really really don’t but like damn lmfao I got envious. Like hello, yes I’d like to wake up in a 10 million dollar Parisian apartment with a hot man and a sexy body and nothing but towels. Sigh. Anyways, the whole scene seemed very mature. You can see that there’s been a lot of growth in the plot and characters from where it started out; things are really beginning to take on a very different tone and I’m loving it. I am really glad, and proud! that you did not cut the scene. As difficult as they can be to write, or as uncharacteristic to you as a person or uncomfortable they might make you, I do feel that they are necessary. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes they are very, very unnecessary, but I think this scene only adds to the development of the characters and solidifies everything that lead up to it. I’m not huge on hetero relationships but *chef’s kiss*

    And that was my essay. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Other miscellaneous thoughts include: I had no idea about Fonteyn and Nureyev and looked them up in the middle of this post lmao. Glad I learned something, that’s absolutely fascinating. I laughed when I saw the quotes from your tag game on tumblr pop up lmao. The pictures and poses were all fantastic as always! It’s absolute breathtaking what you manage to accomplish in this game for the two hours before it crashes lmao. Honestly, reading this chapter legitimately made me want to go work on my own story. That’s some fucking serious inspiration lmao, so thank you! Looking forward to seeing shit hit the fan cuz I know it’s gonna. How long before Killer Queen Svetlana shows up? RIP.

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    1. Yeah, I love how Eva completely forgets about the test because she’s too blissed out cuddling with Mako, haha. I really enjoyed the innocence and natural platonic affection between them that has been building up for the past five chapters, so it’s a little bittersweet reaching this tipping point, because there’s a danger of losing that authenticity by placing it within the box of romantic expectations. So the next chapters are going to be a tad challenging to write in that sense.

      Aye thanks, the sakura shots are some of my favourites in the story as well so far! I don’t like a few of the pictures this chapter, but this one scene makes up for them all. I’m happy with the cinematic / anime style so I’m going to try continue and improve that. Ooh so I can’t remember Judine’s monologue but you’re right, he and Mako sort of have a similar reserved, intelligent, and philosophical vibe. I think Misha is similar, too, in how his actions are driven by the greater good.

      Unfortunately, Mako’s upbringing and the broader complications of the ballet world has only just begun to shine through. It is mainly Svetlana’s fault, but also due to the traditional mindset of ballet. Mako just doesn’t celebrate his birthday, he doesn’t do anything at all on the day, and I think you can guess whose fault that is 🙃 And yeah, that ‘well, fuck’ was the exact moment Eloquent Eva realised she had fallen in love with him, lmao.

      OKAY SO. I wouldn’t say Misha is straight as a board, but he’s not gay either. He dates girls but emotionally, his love for all genders runs much deeper. In all honesty I just don’t know. Maybe it will become clear to me later, but I’m fine with it being ambiguous for now. You’ll learn what Fuckhead did next chapter, we can all go throttle him together then. And OOF. I’m happy you like the confrontation scene, I enjoyed writing it a lot. It was nice to let Mako off the rein just a little bit. He’s always so pulled back, and he truly does have a side to him that he controls most of the time, so Eva doesn’t really know anything about it. Also BRUH I’m guessing you saw the description of the Hayashi family board on Pinterest, I didn’t think anyone would see it, my bad RIP. Misha can sense this danger, though, and that’s why he stayed silent, even though Fuckhead basically ruined his life for all his teenage years. It’s wild to me that this story has been going on for a year and there’s still an incredible amount that is yet to happen or be revealed. I’m excited now that the pace is picking up.

      Thanks Nicholas for being an effective plot device LOL. I think Eva has a pretty clear view on life, but she needs calmer people around her to provide clarity, or she gets too caught up focusing on one thing. I love that anime Eva shot, too. She’s so cute even when she’s being a real dumbass.

      BROOOO those final scenes had me struggling so hard. It’s definitely the first true sexy scene I’ve written. I was just thinking ‘wow this is too spicy’ when I was writing it. Even when I was taking the last picture I had to figure out how to not show they were wearing towels, because I refused to go on an adult site for a mod 😫 Babber is growing up, but only a little bit. I at least liked writing the scene where they’re chatting after the shower, because they are indeed mature for their ages, even Eva. And I agree, sex scenes can add a lot to the story and character dynamic if they’re done well. So I’m super glad you think highly of this attempt. I also think it was necessary in the context of Eva’s character and the nature of their relationship. There’s one more planned in the story, although much less detailed than the first scene, but again meant to develop their dynamic.

      Wow I haven’t actually searched up Fonteyn and Nureyev before, I’ve just heard about them generally, so it’s nice that the first thing that comes up is ‘the perfect partnership’ haha. Ahh it’s good that me suffering in the game is worth it, because most of the time I hate everything by the end, so I’m happy that it inspired you! We’re just inspiring each other all the time 🤝 And I’m powering up the fan, so buckle in. Thanks a billion for reading and commenting as always, bro. This essay made me smile (and die of laughter) a lot ❤❤❤

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      1. Oops. Me creeping on your pinterest and spoiling everything LOL. Well, I didn’t really think it was a spoiler, just implied… I didn’t actually gain anything from it, and was mostly joking about the mob thing but >_>

        It was less a Judine monologue, and more of a similar analogy they both used. With Mako saying that no matter how harsh the winter was, the Sakura would bloom again the following spring. Judine made a similar analogy, with the winter and the songbird, saying no matter how bad things get the songbird would sing again. It’s a good old adage, in any case. I never really made a connection between them before. I hope one day Mako can be more like Judine and leave his whole SHITTY ASS PAST behind.

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        1. Yahhh it’s not really a spoiler for readers, it’s literally just Eva who doesn’t know shit, as always haha.
          Ohh yeah I remember that now, I checked back at the Snowfall chapter. I love everything Judine says. Let’s hope Mako can escape the tangled web of his family before he gets in too deep 👀

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      1. Okay, now that I’ve been sitting on this chapter for a few days, I think I am ready to actually comment. *ahem*

        First, I want to say that you wrote the sexy scenes amazingly well. Like, perfectly steamy without being overdone, you know? Kudos on that, it was awesome.

        Second: The more I see of Mako the more I love him and the more my heart breaks for him. Which is saying something. Because I really love him already. But, like, how he got so upset about not doing anything right when Eva said to act like he was in love and he was like “I don’t know what that’s like” (which, um, is obviously a fucking LIE!!) makes me think that he feels like a failure because he feels like he hasn’t ever been in love? But he totally is in love IMHO but he’s too naive to realize I guess. Then there’s the matter of his family… it would kind of feel like a waste of time to fall in love if I was just gonna be married off to some rich chick eventually. Which would be a damn shame to a hopeless romantic… Also the way he stands up for Misha makes me just feel like I need to protect both of them. My smol boys.

        Third, I love how Eva just makes up names for people. It cracks me up.

        Finally, glorious visuals as always. Your shots are consistently stunning.

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        1. Ahh I’m glad you think I struck the spicy balance well haha.

          Your guess is half right! When he said “I don’t know what that’s supposed to look like” that was more of directed to how his parents have never showed him love, and Victoria supposedly showed him love, but that whole relationship ended up being a catastrophic lie, so he doesn’t know if even his own way of loving was right. He definitely does feel like a failure and that trying to search for true love is useless since he’s going to get married off for money anyway. Luckily, Eva is here now to prove his fears wrong 😌

          Same, I’ve come to love that silly little habit of hers 😆

          Thank you for reading and commenting, Lauren ❤


  3. Ughhh “Logan” made me so mad… Why do people like him have to exist -.- But ahhhh yay finally!!!!! I’m so glad Nicholas was open/blunt with Eva about how she needs to accept her feelings – it’s about time her and Mako acted on them! I totally understand how hard it is to write a sexy scene. Agh. I cringe thinking about it every time haha. But you pulled it off so beautifully! It wasn’t too mild or too raunchy at all. And as always, the pictures are STUNNING. I don’t know how you do it XD Loved this chapter and can’t wait for the next one!

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    1. Bless Nicholas because Eva would have just continued on denying her feelings for as long as possible, she really needed that exterior push. I’m glad you approve! The cringe is x10 when people you know in real life could possibly stumble across the scene, I regret ever showing this blog to my friends ._. And I just spend a loooong time making sets/cc and test shooting pictures, they’re the main reason why each chapter takes 1-3 months to finish, it’s tiresome haha.
      Thank you for reading and commenting 💕

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  4. This might actually be one of my favorite openings because it’s just so comfortable and lazy and warm like the summer sea she’s daydreaming about, and then…a sleepy smile, a delicate nudge, “Don’t you have a test?”

    LOLLLLLL cue Eva hopping out of bed like a superheated popcorn kernel and swearing like a sailor. I just died laughing it’s so good. I also love how she totally has time to exchange a few more sweet words with Mako and a forehead kiss, but the toothpaste toppling onto the floor? Nah, no time for that. We take our unbrushed teeth to the calculus exam like a CHAMP. Eva knows her priorities! *crying laughing*

    At least the late night studying paid off as she said she felt like she didn’t totally bomb it 🙂

    AHHHHHHHHHHHH, that botanical garden though! It took me forever to read that scene simply because it was so pretty that I kept getting lost in daydreams about actually visiting a garden suffused with thousands of cherry blossoms and flowers swaying in the wind. Gahhhhh, nearly getting lost in the daydream all over again. So pretty ♥ Such a sweet scene too, with Mako sharing his story about crying for the cherry blossoms’ departure as a kid. It really belies a sensitive soul that was forced to harden and never look back. Makes me appreciate Eva being able to bring some of that softness back to him even more. He’s so rigidly disciplined it hurts. Even Eva can’t get him to sample the tiniest bite of strawberry shortcake—a testament to just how strong his mother’s hold is on him. Ouch. But her cold clearly hasn’t seeped all his warmth because then he’s falling asleep on Eva’s leg as she smooths his hair and dhfskfjhdjfshfdjs it’s all so soft I kept half-expecting to float away!

    Whiplash wake up call back to Earth though with that Misha/Logan scene though. What the FUCK indeed? I was about to throttle someone too BACK THE FUCK OFF, LOGAN!!!!!! The only thing that kept me from going completely feral was the fact that Mako was quick to action in getting Logan to step down. Curiosity spinning again and I’ve got some guesses as to what’s going on, but I don’t feel like I have enough information to be sure yet, so…I shall wait to learn more. In the meantime, Logan better stay far, far away, or in true Piper-style I WILL smite him!

    Fdhfkjhdfhskfsk there we go, Nicholas’ confession! It really is so funny that Eva didn’t notice his flirting at all, but then again, she didn’t notice Mako’s enormous crush on her either…OR THE ENORMOUS CRUSH SHE HAS BACK FHDSKJFKFSSDJK lol. Nicholas is a good egg 🙂 I loved his advice. Eva truly DOES always write her own stories, so why not in this too, indeed? ♥

    HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOW. THIS IS THE PART WHERE I HAVE TO START BREATHING INTO A PAPER BAG. HELLO? THIS IS PEAK ROMANCE HERE AND I CANNOT KEEP MY HEART FROM SPROUTING TINY WINGS AND FLYING AWAY FROM ME. That DANCE oh my goddddddd. I started playing the song and then I scrolled down to that super pretty photo of them dancing and dhfsdfhsdjfhsdkfsks. Love how the motion blur there perfectly captures the feeling of them being swept away in their dancing and in one another, and then Eva is being swept away by her feelings that have been there all along and kisses him without a single wondering thought—it’s automatic, muscle memory, done only because it feels right.


    Just perfectly romantic with exactly the right amount of spice. That line about them being perfectly synchronized? *chef’s kiss* PAS DE DEUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!


    And holy SHIT that means I am finally caught up! IT ONLY TOOK ME OVER A MONTH. So sorry fdsfjhdsfkhkssfs. I am actually not a super-fast reader because I’m a notorious daydreamer, lol. But ahhhhhhh, I’m here!!!!! Now I can follow along and be on the edge of my seat with anticipation just like everyone else!

    An awesome story you’ve got going here. I definitely look forward to seeing what happens next! ♥

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    1. That opening scene was such fun to write! I know that I was laughing at Eva the entire time 😆 She can go 0 to 100 in a millisecond. Brushing teeth? Unnecessary. Changing clothes? No time. Deliberately returning to the bed to pat Mako’s head and kiss his forehead? YES. LOTS OF TIME.

      Aww, hehe. The cherry blossoms are truly the stuff of dreams. I really like writing scenes with dreamy atmospheres in contrast with the raw physical pain of Eva dancing. I think there’s one more beautiful day-dreamy scene like this before reality hits hard in Act III 😬 Mako was certainly forced to grow up much faster than a child should have. He missed out on all the precious, soft elements of childhood, and being with Eva (who is usually mature, but also has a strong childish streak), in a way he can regain those lost moments of youth.

      Logan is SUCH a prick. He’s your typical arrogant, elitist Chad (another suitable nickname Eva might have used lmfao) who never misses the chance to put down other people. Misha will reveal his history with him next chapter, so that will likely confirm your suspicions about this situation (it’s probably quite obvious).

      RIP 😌 It’s awesome that you loved the pas de deux/kiss/spicy scene! I’m surprised at myself for having such a heavy romance focus in the story, at least in this stage of the plot, but Evako are just so lovingly wholesome. And this is an excellent point for you to be caught up to, them finally getting together, because I don’t think I will be able to publish a chapter for at least another month 😥 No worries, I’m even slower at catching up, I’m still a year behind on 1 or 2 stories, yikes. YAY for getting through the whole legacy anyway! Each of your comments brought a smile to my face, and to be honest, you reminded me why I love Evako, because I was feeling a bit disillusioned about whether they were actually compelling or not—it makes me happy that you’re excited about their ship and story as well! So thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and commenting. I look forward to seeing what you think of the story to come ❤

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      1. LOVINGLY WHOLESOME. Yes! That’s the best description for Evako! They really are compelling. Seriously, every interaction between them has my heart melting like butter on freshly toasted bread, so don’t doubt them for one second! I’m glad I was able to remind you of how sweet and wonderful they are, hehe.

        Also 48329483408240x understand about the publishing pace! It honestly probably won’t be at least a month or two before I get my next update posted either, unfortunately. I loveeeeeeeeeee these sim stories, but gosh they really do take so much time. Worth it though, I think!!! At any rate, however long it takes you to write the chapter, I’ll be here to read it! ♥

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        1. Aww, yay 🥰🧈🍞

          It’s actually kind of unbelievable how much work goes into this little hobby! Like these are projects literally years in the making. The writing takes up like 10% of the time (I’m in an unusually lengthy non-writing mood right now, though) and pictures take up like 90%, I wish I had just a bit more patience because I always end up hating half of them even though I’ve spent so long setting them up 😭

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        2. Oh my gosh, really?! With me, it’s LITERALLY the opposite! I spend about 90% of the time writing. It’s BY FAR the most difficult and time-consuming stage for me. I suppose it’s also really time-consuming and tedious to get the poses I need, but….I still feel like that isn’t nearly as long as the writing. Maybe it’s something closer to 70% writing, 10% finding/making poses, 20% taking pictures and editing. I don’t know…kind of curious now and might actually try to keep track, lol. But I’m almost certain writing takes the longest for me x_x

          Either way, the end result is still months of work, gah! 😭😭😭

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        3. Omg, that’s interesting! Do you revise/edit what you’ve written a lot? Writing is the easiest part for me, it does take a while but it’s definitely the least tiring. I think my pictures take super long because of the pose making and set building (plus all the test shots…). Every time I go in game it exhausts me, especially when I finally get to snapping the final pictures and it can take like an hour for 2 😑 Not fun. Part of why each chapter takes so long is because I procrastinate the work 😆

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        4. I DO revise/edit what I’ve written a lot, so…that’s probably a huge part of it. Everything you read has been through at least 2-3 rewrites and revisions. Though, that is a somewhat recent trend, honestly. I used to, for the most part, just write and proofread once, but I’m way more particular now. Not even sure if it leads to better writing at this point, lmao, but I apparently can’t keep myself from doing it anyway. That also makes the writing stage more stressful for me because I guess I’m always trying to “perfect” things, and I’ll deliberate over things like word choice or sentence order for ages. All the more reason the writing stage is my longest now >.<

          That is actually how long some pictures take for me too. Like some of those Christmas ones? I would literally be in game for like an hour and get 2 pics wtf- just because of all the set-up. Even given this, I feel like for the most part I can get pictures done pretty reliably within 2-3 weeks, whereas writing….is less reliable. Could be a month. Could be 4. WHO KNOWS? Maybe that's part of the reason pictures feel more straightforward to me. They ARE time-consuming, but I can estimate the timeframe for them more easily than writing. With writing I just…never really know :/

          Though, LOL, huuuuuuuuuuge same about the procrastination. Sometimes I just do not want to open the game and take an hour setting up stuff for 1 pic. And sometimes I get so frustrated writing I would just rather….do something else, haha. So, between the procrastination AND the fact that this stuff really does take a long time, we're always looking at months between updates lmao. At least we're not alone in our struggles XD


  5. I have missed your writing so much! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get here. I’ve been struggling with my daughter having cancer and now that she has kicked its ass, I’m only starting to get back on track.

    As far as sexy scenes go, I’m not super good at that. This one that you wrote was excellent. It was exactly what it needed to be. And as always, your pics are incredible!

    I wish I had half the talent you do. 🙂 xoxo

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    1. There’s absolutely no need to apologise (especially with my own absence, it’s been real difficult to get back on track here as well)! I’m so glad to hear that your daughter triumphed over the cancer ❤

      The scene was a bit of an ordeal to write, haha, but worked out for the best in Eva and Mako’s context. Thank you very much for reading and commenting, Kymber 😊

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  6. I can no longer handle my Evako withdrawal, so it’s time to indulge 😌

    First off, the whole wake up scene was so wholesome. The quick transition to Eva panicking because she overslept was hilarious – I felt that. That unintentional forehead kiss though, go Eva. I was going to say we’ll take whatever crumbs we can get, but that ENDING OMG. I’m going to try and keep my thoughts organized but whew, I’ve got lotsss to say. I’m shook 😭

    I feel like we never see Piper with her hair down – she looks different, in a nice way~ Misha realizing by-the-book Mako strayed from his precious schedule to help Eva, hehe she’s special alright. Speaking of Misha 🤤🤤🤤 He looks so hot with that haircut, wow, it gets me every time. What is my commentary, if not an admiration of visuals persevering.

    That cake bit was depressing, man. They’re still young – I get the need for discipline to not ‘let themselves go’ so to speak, but it’s just one slice of cake 😢 Ahh, but that brief bit of sadness is quickly erased by the freaking lap pillowww. That’s the good stuff 👏 Again, I would’ve been satisfied with this bone you’ve thrown us, but you’ve provided more. Oh, so much more. Eva describing Mako’s happiness as if it’s her own, girl, if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

    Well, well, well, what an unexpected confrontation. Mako being the supportive bestie this time around – usually that’s my boi’s role. Who is that a-hole who managed to make Misha shrink down like that?! Excuse me. Like Mako said, give me a name. I won’t do anything, I just want to talk 🗡️🗡️🗡️ And whilst my heart goes out to Misha whom you’ve hinted has had some issues with acceptance in the past, Mako was just oozing sex appeal and power – I’m sorry, it needed to be said. There was something a bit menacing in his words especially based on the reaction Logan (it suits him XD) had, but I’m cool with that. I remember you saying that Misha has a pleasant relationship with his parents, so I’m guessing that hostility or negative experiences he’s had that have caused him to have a bit of hesitance when it comes to being his authentic self must’ve solely come from his previous peers then, which I’m guessing Logan was.

    I did not have Nicholas confessing, getting rejected, and then being the best wingman on my En Pointe Bingo card, but wow, what a pleasant surprise. Of course Eva would not notice he had a thing for her, lol. I really do like their conversations because they’re so different from the ones she has with her friends. Sorry Nick, you aiming for our gal was destined to fail from the start, but because of that golden piece of advice you’ve provided, I’m rooting for your happiness~

    I can’t express how perfect that shot of Eva was, so I’m not even going to attempt it. Her face 🥺

    When Mako says he doesn’t know what being in love looks like, given who his parents are, that’s no surprise – plus icky Vicky didn’t help. That’s why Eva’s family and their interactions were so foreign to him. My inner thoughts however, were: ‘Well you are about to learn *evil chuckle*’

    That dance to kiss build-up was just *chef’s kiss* Darcy nailed it when she figured Eva would be able to draw emotion out of Mako. Them hearing about how they supposedly have crushes on one another from people crushing on them is such a power couple thing, lol (I hope that made sense XD) Of all the lines Eva thinks in this chapter, the one about the shower water running over Mako’s muscles like ‘great rivers carve into the earth’ just struck me the most. That’s hot. The only way to describe everything that happens after they kiss in the studio is hot, lmao. And the detailssss ✨ The way you can see Mako brushing his teeth in the reflection of the bathroom wall, ugh.

    Ooh, we finally see Mako with his glorious skincare game in action. When you first mentioned it, I couldn’t picture it, but seeing him go through the motions, I’m like ‘ah yes, that makes perfect sense.’ Of course Eva is dominant, lol. So this turn of having Mako lead things must be equally new as it is thrilling XD Something about them is just so natural. They’re so at ease with each other when they’re dancing and conversing, so of course their compatibility in the more steamy activities is already practically one hundred percent.

    As someone also challenged in the sexy romantic writing department (which I’m in the process of tackling now *cries*) I think you did a splendid job! I can see how Eva’s style of thought could prove to be an added hurdle in what’s already a challenge, but again, you nailed it! The perfect balance of sugar, spice and everything nice, hehe~ I’ll echo Louise’s sentiment and say that romantic *and* sensual is the exact way to describe it.

    I’m literally beating myself over the head for coming to this gem so late, to think I was expecting more slow burn… You sneaky one, you. That stage kiss is going to be a piece of cake now, isn’t it, lol. Did not realize how invested in these two I was until I realized I typed this whole thing out smiling like an idiot 😩 I still can’t believe what my eyes have seen. I’ve missed your writing ❤️ Bravo! *tosses bouquet* 💐

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    1. Hehe, it’s always 0-100 with Eva, she jams her foot on the accelerator before thinking. It often results in embarrassing situations for her but entertaining for us 🤗

      I am dyingggg at “What is my commentary, if not an admiration of visuals persevering.” 🤣 Misha is growing his hair out again very soon but it was a nice run, Tiktok Boy hairstyle!

      Yeah 😥 I think Eva’s family keeps her eating habits from spiraling out of control, but in Mako’s case that mentality is actively drummed into by his mother. There’s already a harmful attitude in ballet that all of them are influenced by, but it doesn’t help that he’s so quiet and was in a reinforcing environment until he transferred to LAAPA.

      Oh, this knife? Don’t mind it, Logan, we’re just gonna have a nice long chat 😀 We will learn about what he and his peers did next chapter. Misha is usually such a chill and upbeat guy, he doesn’t actually like to show any weaknesses, but meeting Logan again triggered old fears and kicked him off balance. Mako is most sexy when he’s being domineering LOL, which Eva doesn’t really see (*cough* except for in bed *cough*) because he’s comfortably vulnerable within their friend group.

      Nicholas was a real one, even if doomed haha. I’m sure he’ll find a lovely partner in the future. It was good to have a fresh outsider’s perspective because no one else would attempt such an introspective/deep conversation with Miss Stubborn Eva, except maybe Misha.

      Exactly, Mako definitely doesn’t understand what a loving relationship is like, his parents have zero love for each other and Vicky only pretended to love him. His first inklings of the existence of love was when he started venturing out of the mansion to look at sakura blossoms, and saw families happily together, so until he met Eva’s family, it was a very foreign and confusing concept to him. Eva is about to give him a crash course indeeeeed.

      I see what you mean 🤣 Mako knows how attractive he is physically but not romantically, Eva is oblivious to all, many crushes have been lost to her haha. Too focused on their ambitions! I’m glad to hear that the descriptions are hot LMAO. Eva letting someone way more experienced than she is take charge is definitely both new and exciting for her. Although since she’s naturally dominant as well, Mako shouldn’t get too comfortable 👀 Is that a Caislyn spicy scene I hear is in the works, hm?

      Once Eva was pushed into admitting her feelings, no need for her to delay the fun stuff 😆 Aww, I’m happy you enjoyed it that much! Your notif popping up and thoughts literally made my day ❤ Thank you very much for reading and commenting, Amy 💕

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