[anOTP]Someday my prince will come... {For Utena}
Tsuzuki has scurried into the ballroom, trying not to let certain nemeses catch her. It's a shadowy place, with the drapes drawn: easy to hide here and now she can get a good look at herself in some of the mirrors.
She can't help liking what she sees and her face reminds her both of Ruka, the twin sister she -- as Asato -- grew up with, only with violet eyes, and a little of the girl whom he'd met and been enchanted by when he fell into that quirked mirror-image universe he'd found in one of the Count's books.
She can't help dancing a few waltz steps, awkward in her mannish clothes she's still wearing, but still practiced. She might not notice if she has an audience.
She can't help liking what she sees and her face reminds her both of Ruka, the twin sister she -- as Asato -- grew up with, only with violet eyes, and a little of the girl whom he'd met and been enchanted by when he fell into that quirked mirror-image universe he'd found in one of the Count's books.
She can't help dancing a few waltz steps, awkward in her mannish clothes she's still wearing, but still practiced. She might not notice if she has an audience.