Théodore
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Théodore watched the vampire who danced to the sound of imaginary music on the stage, he had never seen anyone else before in that place in such a late hour, he even felt invaded by seeing his hiding place being shared by someone else, however, when he saw that ballerina who looked more like a porcelain doll all his anger was gone and he could only look hypnotized by her dance, not even her scent that used to make his nostrils sting bothered him at that moment. That dance deserved an appropriate soundtrack, no dancer should ever dance without a melody that cradled her, so he sat on that grand piano that had been his best friend every time he passed through Paris, in instants the classical melody filled the room.
Sophia was startled, mainly, by not having heard the pianist approach, and stopped dancing.
- No, please don't stop. I didn't mean to scare you, I just thought you deserved an appropriate soundtrack for such talented steps. Could you go on? - the boy said shyly.
Theo was tall, thin, owner of black oil hair that matched his dark skin, his messy curly bangs almost covered his eyes, eyes that were deep green and conveyed the kindness he carried in his heart, he was just a young boy. As soon as the strangeness of the situation passed and the woman thought she could trust that boy, she just smiled and waved indicating that she would continue and tiptoed again. In an unspoken agreement, he started playing the piano and she started dancing again. It was a melody that she had never heard before, it was beautiful, sweet, and sad at the same time, she let herself be involved in it trying to dance as she thought it would do justice to his melody, they were in this enchantment for what seemed like small moments, however, hours had passed.
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