#HisReasons

[ashleyh713]

“His Reasons” Ch1

Hello! This is my ongoing MHA fanfic called “His Reasons.” There are many chapters so far but I thought I’d post the first one here. If this interests you, links to the full fanfic are below. I am very proud of this fanfic and I hope you will give it a chance, even if it may sound generic at first. Trust me, it isn’t. 

Todoroki X OC

Sibling Bakugo as well 

Feels, angst and character development a plenty. Not your typical OC story. 

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Katsuki Bakugo was born at 1:10AM on a rainy Friday morning. When they weighed him he turned out to be irregularly strong for the newborn. 

His parents cried for joy but soon realized everything was not over. 

Amari Bakugo was born at 1:20AM and right away they noticed a drastic change between the two infants. 

Where as Katsuki was abnormally strong, Amari appeared weak and stick thin, almost purple and blue around the sides of her face. 

The doctors noticed this and sprang into action quickly, grabbing the child and attaching all sorts of tubes and wires while she remained silent. 

The parents raced forward and asked what was wrong but the doctor were too busy trying to keep the newborn alive. 

That was the start of Katsuki and Amari Bakugo’s very different lives.

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After they stabilized her, Amari was forced to stay in the hospital so that doctors could monitor her health. It seemed her body was extremely unstable, and they knew exactly why. They didn’t talk about it though, especially in front of Katsuki. 

Katsuki himself was stronger than ever though, living his life like a normal preschooler would. He didn’t pay any mind to his sister and just lived as he pleased. 

He would sometimes visit her though, mostly because he was forced by his mom. 

His mother pulled him inside the building, practically dragging him. “Now listen here young man! You are going to visit your sister and you are gonna like it!” 

Although Bakugo had other plans. “Ugh I don’t want to! It’s gonna be so boring and she just sits there not doing anything. I’m supposed to go play with my friends! Let me go!” 

But the woman wouldn’t budge and soon enough they were face to face with Amari. She just smiled but he couldn’t help but notice the tubes and machines hooked up to her. “Brother!” 

Bakugo scoffed as his mom pushed him into the room. “Tch.” 

Pulling him even further, his mom smiled back. “Hello sweetie, how are you feeling?” 

She looked down for a moment before nodding her head, pretending to flex her non existent muscles. “I’m good mommy! Soon I’ll be all better!”

There was sadness in their mother's eyes then. “Of course you will. Now, mommy’s gonna go downstairs and get you something delicious, okay? Katsuki, watch your sister.” 

He grumbled at this. “Ugh. Do I have to?”

This caused her to narrow her eyes. “Katsuki..”

Rolling his own eyes, Katsuki scoffed again. “Fine, just hurry up.” 

Seeming happy with that, she left the two kids alone, hoping that this time would be good for them. They were practically twins after all.

Once the door shut, Katsuki strolled up to Amari and put his small boot on her bed, looking rather annoyed. “So what’s your deal? Why are you stuck here?”

Putting a hand on her IV, Amari just sighed. “They said I can’t leave.”

Being a young kid, Katsuki didn’t understand her statement. “So you can’t even go outside or anything? What about go hunting for beetles or play superhero games?”

Amari shook her head. “No, the mean doctor said I have to stay cause I could get hurt real bad.” 

Crossing his arms across his chest, her replied. “Ahh how boring. So what do you do in here then? Just stare at the walls?”

She seemed to find this funny. “Sometimes. Sometimes I think about what my quirk will be.” 

This got him excited. Extending his legs, Katsuki stood on the chair next to him, his fists out in exhilaration. “I already know my quirk is gonna be the best so don’t even think you can beat me! I’m gonna be the best of the best, like All Might!” 

At the name, Amari perked up. “You know All Might?! I see him on TV all the time. Brother it would be good to be like him!” 

He nodded his head in agreement. “Hell yeah! I’m gonna be the best!” 

Laughing maniacally at his own statement, their mother peaked in and couldn’t help but smile at the two. It seemed she was worried for nothing. 

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A couple years later, Bakugo was sitting in kindergarten when he felt a small spark ignited from his fingertips.  

All of his classmates turned and gasped in awe at what they were seeing, even the teachers seemed impressed. “Oh! Congratulations Bakugo, you got your quirk, and a wonderful one it is.” 

Looking down at his hands, the entire class cheered and he felt amazing. Finally, after all these years he was finally going to be the best. 

Then, he remembered something he once heard in class. 

Leaning over to his teacher, Bakugo questioned. “Teacher, is it true that twins get their quirks around the same time?” 

She looked confused but answered anyways. “Uhh yes that is true usually. Why do you ask Bakugo?” 

It was obvious she didn’t know about Amari. Heck, no one knew about her. It wasn’t really something he brought up in class and because she was in the hospital that meant she basically didn’t exist in the outside world.  “No reason.” 

But internally, he was excited to show off his new quirk to his family, silently hoping that what the teacher said was true. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so weak. 

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Rushing to the hospital, Bakugo threw the door open and Amari just looked confused. “Brother? What are you doing here?” 

She didn’t seem any different from usual but that didn’t phase him much, instead running up to him and shouting. “Amari! Look, I got my quirk!” 

He let his palms ignited with sparks and her eyes went wide. “Whoaa, cool! That’s so cool brother!” 

Nodding his head at the ego stroke, her brother stood proud. “Right? Now I can be the best of the best, the most powerful!” 

Amari smiled happily for her own brother but it didn’t last long. Her eyes then shifted from him to her very skinny arms, muttering under her breath. “I wish I could get my quirk too.” 

He stopped then, racing towards her bedside. “I heard my teacher say that twins get their quirks around the same time. If you really focus, I’m sure you’ll get yours also!” 

Seeming rather uncertain, Amari raised her brow. “You sure? The doctors said…” 

But Bakugo just cut her off. “Screw what they say! You’re my sister which means you also gotta be strong! Just try!” 

A moment of silence filled the air and Amari thought about what the doctors told her, that she might never get her quirk because of her weak body. But on the other hand, she didn’t wanna disappoint her brother who had never come to see her willingly before this. 

Nodding her head, Amari squeezed her eyes and tried to focus, willing her quirk to come to the surface. She didn’t know exactly how to do it but all she could think about was making her brother proud. 

Suddenly she felt an odd heat in her fingertips and looked down to find them glowing a swirling gold color. This wasn’t the power her mother or father had.

Eyes widening, Amari gasped and got her brothers attention. “Brother, look! I did it! I got my quirk!” 

Bakugo just stared in awe at her power and watched her laugh, a small tear coming to her eyes. “Does this mean I can be a hero too?” 

Her brother was about to smile when something unexpected happened. 

Amari’s eyes grew panicked as she began coughing excessively, heaving heavily and curling over her sheets in desperation. The glow in her fingers was gone and Katsuki didn’t know what to do. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” 

She didn’t answer though as she put a shaking hand to her mouth only to find blood on her palm. 

Suddenly, a dozen doctors and nurses came running in, dragging huge machines with them and rolling them to the side before eyeing the girl. “She seems to be having an attack. We need a C34 now” 

They began hooking up a ton of wires to her while her body shook and seized underneath them, her small hand grasping the railing for deal life. 

Now noticing the boy, one of the doctors put his hand out in anger. “Someone get this boy out of here! We need to operate!” 

Bakugo felt a hand on his arm, pulling him away from the scene but he wasn’t having it, choosing to curse at the woman. “Hey, what are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!” 

But given his small size, he was easily pushed out as the door locked behind him. 

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After about thirty minutes, his mother showed up looking panicked and the doctors pulled her into a private room so they could talk. 

Young Katsuki couldn’t live with that though and quietly followed his mother so he could hear the conversation the two were about to have, although knowing what he knew now, he wished he didn’t back then.

His mother put a hand to her mouth, whispering out her words. “How is she?” 

The doctor picked up a file from his desk and opened it carefully. “It seems we were able to stabilize her condition finally. Her attack was caused by her quirk awakening.” 

She eyes grew wide in shock. “Isn’t that a good thing though? You said she might not ever get her quirk.” 

Shaking his head, the doctor sighed. “Normally yes, getting a quirk is a wonderful thing but in Amari’s case it’s very dangerous.” 

Not understanding, his mother spoke up. “Dangerous, how so?” 

Pulling out another file, he showed the woman the statistics. “In order to be able to sustain your quirk, you must have a strong body, the more powerful the quirk, the more the body must work to maintain it so it doesn’t shut down. In Amari’s case though, her body was so weak from birth that using her quirk could potentially end her life. That’s why we didn’t want her to have one.” 

Katsuki remained frozen at his words. What did he mean his sister couldn’t use her quirk? Just because she was so weak?” 

His mother made a choking sound with her throat and put a shaking hand to her forehead. “Oh god, so that means she can’t ever use her quirk?” 

The doctor just simply shook his head. “I’m afraid not. As you know, Amari was born weak because in the womb, Katsuki took most of her energy and nutrients. It’s a sad fact but it’s not uncommon with twins. One just comes out stronger, and that one happened to be Katsuki. His quirk will surely be extra powerful because of that.” 

Leaning against the wall, Katsuki seemed dumbfounded at what he was saying. His hands grew unnaturally numb as the boy tried to process everything. 

The reason that his sister was like that was because of him? No, that wasn’t his fault. Yet it seemed like all the pieces were slowing sticking together. 

The reason she couldn’t step foot outside, the reason she couldn’t play with anyone else and the reason she couldn’t even use her quirk, there was no mistaking it, it was because of him unknowingly. His sister was sick because of him, because of his need to be better than everyone. The very realization made him sick inside. 

Feeling the bile in his throat, Katsuki ran away from the conversation, unable to hear anymore and fell to the ground, heaving at the reality that had smacked him in the face. 

Time and time again he made fun of her for being stuck in the hospital and being weak but the ugly truth was, he was the one that made her that way. Everything was his fault. 

A couple nurses came rushing to him and asked what was wrong but Katsuki couldn’t hear them over the sound of his own despair.

What had he done?

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Because Bakugo got sick, his father picked him up and brought him home, although the child had far too many other things on his mind. 

He didn’t eat much dinner and just crawled to bed without any resistance which was rare for him. Usually his parents would have to fight him every night to go to bed. 

Laying down, all he could think about was Amari. Katsuki wondered silently if she would be okay. He hoped so, or else he didn’t know if he could live with himself. 

If only he wasn’t so stubborn in the womb and didn’t take all of Amari’s strength, then she would be able to run and jump and go outside like everyone else. It seemed almost selfish  that he bragged about his life to her, knowing everything now. 

Gritting his teeth, Bakugo sat up from his bed, throwing the sheets off of him and stood up, a new sense of passion burning in his eyes. 

He then realized that since he took all of Amari’s power that he wouldn’t let it go in vain. He would use that power to protect her and become the strongest number 1 hero the world has ever seen

Throwing the window open on the right, Bakugo sucked in a deep breath and screamed and the top of his lungs, all the pain and regret flowing out all at once. “I’M GONNA BE NUMBER 1 DAMN IT! I WILL BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO!”

He knew he had to, for her, and for himself. 

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Shortly after that night it was announced that Amari would study in America so that she could get away from everything and hopefully have a new start. The medicine over there was also better for her sickness so everyone thought it was best. 

Bakugo hadn’t seen her since that night and he wanted to keep it that way. He much rather shoved her existence and the guilt so far down until he could hardly see it. Yes, this was better. 

Although one day, Bakugo and his friends were playing near his street when they caught a glimpse of a familiar shade of blonde hair watching them. 

He turned to her and that sickening feeling rose up again in his stomach, all the painful memories and guilt rushing back. 

One of his friends seemed to notice her as well and pointed. “Hey, who is that? She looks just like you Bakugo!” 

Another friend snickered at her appearance. “Yeah expect she’s like a twig. Are you related?” 

The two twins stared at each other for a couple moments and Amari opened her mouth to say something when Bakugo cut her off. No, they couldn’t know about what he did. “I’ve never seen her before in my life. You really think I could be related to someone that weak? Let’s just go.” 

Then, he turned his back on her and walked away, not bothering to see her expression. He didn’t want to see the damage he caused. 

His friends also agreed. “That’s true. Besides, Bakugo is an only child, remember?” 

Nodding his head, the other friend understood. “Yeah that’s true. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s go play superheroes!” 

Then they all hurried behind their leader and left the street, leaving Amari alone once again. 

And that was it. 

That was the last time that Bakugo last saw Amari,and the last time he had to worry about her. To him, she was just something that didn’t exist. 

Or so he thought.

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10 Years Later 

Kicking off her shoes, Amari raced into the house and past the dorm leader who shouted at her angrily. “Amari, slow down! You are going to push yourself too hard!” 

Amari just looked back and smiled at the leader before putting her hands up in forgiveness. “Sorry Vanessa but I got something waiting for me!” 

Turning the corner Vanessa just sighed. “This girl, I swear..” 

Running down the hall, Amari stopped when she reached her destination, the mailbox. 

She then took the key out of her pocket and started muttering. “Please please please please let it be here please please…” 

Amari put the key in the lock before opening it slowly, squinting her eyes in case she didn’t want to see. 

She paused for a moment when she saw a white envelope with a red seal on the back. Amari squeaked in delight at this, shouting happily. “IT’S HERE, OMG IT’S HERE AHHH.” 

The rest of the dorm shushed her but Amari didn’t really seem to care, just putting her paper to her lips and smiling. 

Then, ripping open the paper, a little hologram message popped up with All Might shouting gleefully. 

Hello young Amari Bakugo.  It is with great excitement and pleasure that I welcome you to U.A.  Being one of the five recommendations this year, we expect great things from you.  But remember it isn’t just about status but rather heart and determination.  That is all, can’t wait to see you there Alright, transmission out!

The transmission then cut off and Amari couldn’t help but smile gleefully. Finally, she was going to U.A. 

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Where to read the rest of the fanfic (Goes until S4 as of now and is updated every couple days) 

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/12212516/His-Reasons/1

Watt pad: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/202689789/write/792330223

Fanfic.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13405192/1/His-Reasons

AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22762864/chapters/54392668

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‘ would it really kill you to be honest for once? ’

GROWLING SUGGESTION.

               “  .  .  .  ”

          Of course, she’s always been perceptive. The way his steps halt alone are enough to give away the fact the comment makes him tense and he knows it; any change in his demeanor goes noticed by her. The hand that’d been absently tugging at the sleeve of his school uniform pauses, fingers digging into the fabric to keep him from making any further noise she can pick up on, but in the silence that surrounds them in that moment, he almost fears she can hear his heart pounding against his chest. He’s a liar, through and through -- it almost comes as second nature now-a-days, with him constantly skipping out on classes and outings, even dinner. He isn’t oblivious enough to think she wouldn’t pick up on him lying to her, as well... but it’d always been a question of whether or not she’d confront him about it.

     “Nunnally...”  He tries to speak and his voice sounds a little too hoarse for his liking. Of all the people he’s come across, all the battles he’s fought already, she’s still what affects him the most in this rotting world. He feels guilt begin to build in the pit of his stomach and although he knows it won’t make much of a difference, he does turn to face her again, strained smile forming on his lips. The true answer to that is ironic, he thinks. Honesty is the one thing that would kill him the quickest at this point. There’s no going back from what he’s started. No matter how much it hurts her having to be left behind for now, it’s all for the sake of her world... White lies are often necessary to remaining human. Sometimes becoming a lie in and of oneself is necessary to rise above humanity.

               “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been home lately...”  He can’t tell her the truth. Not now, not ever, not until all of this is over. He apologizes, over and over, in the back of his mind, but while standing in front of her, all he can do is play it down. He considers telling her an excuse -- saying that he’s just playing games with more friends, but he doesn’t bother. She’ll know by the tone of his voice when he’s like this.

          It’s for that very reason he doesn’t reach out to take her hand and comfort her, no matter how much he wants to. He knows better.

     “It may be like this for a while, but it’ll be worth it. In the meantime, I’m counting on Sayoko and the others to keep you company, so...”  Wait for me, just a while longer.  “I’ll be home late tomorrow, too.”

[grandballet]

Act l

Prelude

Scene 1 Episode 1. Morning Paris The square before the Paris Opera is living its usual, everyday life. Artists are hurrying to the morning rehearsal. Lucien, a budding composer, makes for the Theatre accompanied by his friends. Heis full of hope and dreams of having his works produced on this illustrious stage... Lucien goes up to the director, but the latter gives him the brush off. His friends advise him to persist and,picking up his courage, Lucien goes through the hallowed door.

Episode 2. The Paris Opera Ballet Foyer A rehearsal is in progress — the dancers are doing the morning exercise. The lesson is twice interrupted by the appearance of the ballerinas, Florine and Coralie, accompanied by their patrons —Camusot, who finances the Theatre, and the Duke, who is a social bon vivant. They represent, as it were, two competing parties: Camusot supports Coralie, the Duke — Florine, her rival.

A nervous Lucien enters the room. Under the curious eyes of those present the composer becomes flustered, but begs permission to perform one of his works. Lucien begins to play — at first timidly,then with greater feeling. However, his listeners do not take to his passionate music, full of romantic aspiration. The groups of guests and dancers who, initially, had gathered round the composer,start to melt away. The outcome becomes clear — for the Theatre Director is bound to abide by the opinions of his all-powerful patrons. Lucien’s hopes are shattered. Desperate, his spirits in hisboots, he is about to leave, when he is stopped by Coralie. She had been profoundly moved by his music. Making use of her influence with Camusot and the Director, Coralie obtains a commission forLucien: he is to write the music for La Sylphide, a ballet specially created for Coralie.

Scene 2 Lucien’s room Lucien is struggling over the composition of his ballet. Enter Coralie. Her appearance inspires the composer, in her he acquires his Muse. The main theme of the future ballet is found. Inspirationand love uniting forces, give birth to the music.

Scene 3 Back stage at the Paris Opera Premiere of the ballet La Sylphide. Lucien is on tenterhooks: how will the public react to his debut? Scenes from the ballet develop in his imagination. In place of the Youth, a romantic insearch of happiness, he sees himself. The romantic scene of the avowal of love unfolds, bathed in elegic tones: separation is inevitable. The Sylphide must vanish — terrestrial love is forbidden forher. Slipping away as lightly as a dream, she flies off...

The premiere is a resounding success. All applaud the young composer and Sylphide-Coralie. Florine is full of envy, the Duke shares her sentiments.

Act 2 Scene 4 Coralie’s room Coralie is happy with her Lucien. The success of La Sylphide has brought them fame and love. The lovers would be totally happy were it not for the fact that everything in her home remindsCoralie that she is not free, it all belongs to her protector the banker.

Camusot turns up unexpectedly. Vexed because he is not admitted for such a long time, the banker suspects Coralie of infidelity. Coralie tries in vain to pass off Lucien’s top hat, which Camusot hasdiscovered, as part of her concert costume. Not wishing to lie, Lucien appears from the hiding place Coralie had found for him. All that remains for Camusot to do is to make his exit. The banker,however, is confident that life will again deliver Coralie into his hands.

Coralie and Lucien are as happy as can be: it is as if a terrible load has fallen from their shoulders — they are free.

Scene 5 The Duke’s Palace Forgetting their recent rivalry, Camusot and the Duke are united by their wish to subdue Lucien to their will, make him their obedient pawn. Their plot is simple: they will get the young man intotheir power by dazzling him with the bait of glamorous fame and money and force him to write a ballet for Florine. Florine hands Lucien an invitation for a ball at the Duke’s palace.

Masked ball at the Duke’s palace. Enter Lucien. He has changed — tail coat, white gloves, blase gestures. In the mad whirl of the masquerade, surrounded by beautiful women and elegant men, the youngman loses his head. Lucien pursues an unknown woman wearing the Sylphide costume and tears off her mask — it is Florine, he is defenceless before her charm. At the Duke’s invitation, Lucien takes hisseat at the card table and starts playing: everything has been arranged so that luck is with him. The pile of gold at his side grows bigger and bigger, and the force of an unknown passion clouds hisreason. All his hopes have come true: Paris is at his feet; money, women, fame — all are his. At a tense moment in the game, Florine appears.

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　　 　❛ Yes, I shall gamble on the geass known as people’s wishes. 　// For the sake of the 　 　　 　　 　world’s future. ❜ 　 　CG FANDOM MASTERLIST.  ( created by scorpius )

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[hisrequicm-blog]

@hisreasoning continued from: ♟

A sullen expression lingered when Nunnally spoke up. That was all he was fighting for; Her innocent and genuine request. She wanted a peaceful world and he would deliver that to her. That’s how strong his love was for his sister. He would do anything for her sake. If it meant bringing down the entire world by force then so be it. No matter how much time had passed he despised his father for abandoning them. Lelouch had been dead up until he received his geass due to their abandonment, but even so Nunnally’s smile, her willingness to accept her condition, their mother’s death, being disowned by their father, and still face the world with a smile was enough to keep him motivated to live his daily life.

As he felt her hand on top of his he was comforted for the first time in several days. With this kind loving gesture he was fueled with much more resolve to do all it took to reach their ideal world. Lelouch reached out with his free hand and delicately placed it on Nunnally’s to let her know he was with her. ❝ Nunnally, I promise… When you see again. It will be a world you can be happy with. Suzaku, you, and I will be able to live peacefully together. ❞ He still seemed crestfallen when he spoke to her. The emotion he was feeling now was disappointment. The Black Prince was disappointed he wasn’t able to be there for Nunnally at this point in time. He wanted to spend time with his sister more than anything, but he wouldn’t be content doing so until she had the world she wished for. 

❝ It’s not selfish at all… I want to spend more time with you, but your brother is just… ❞ A LIAR. A MANIPULATIVE MAN. A MURDERER. ❝ … Very busy, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. Everything will go back to normal soon. I’ll even make plans to have Suzaku over for dinner this week. That way we can start getting back into a normal routine. ❞

Hearing her final words Lelouch squeezed his sister’s hand softly doing as she said. ❝ Right, I almost forgot to smile. How could I forget such a simple thing….? Your big brother loves you too… You are what makes me happy the most, so I can’t promise I will be happy unless you are as well. Let’s both remain that way for our own benefit. ❞

[oncforall-moved]

@hisreasoning

   ‘ i---i---hhuuuuhhh? ‘

[knightreim]

✧

` send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[froppii-a]

WHICH HEAVENLY VIRTUE ARE YOU? 

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Humility.

The Heavenly Virtue that is strongest in you is Humility. You have the self-assurance to take on mundane and less glorious tasks, knowing that you are strong enough to make the sacrifices for the greater good. You reflect on the past and endeavor to learn lessons from mistakes, keep your promises, and confront your fears without hesitation.

[jon-his-reason-blog]

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[grandballet]

Act l Prelude Scene 1 Episode 1. Morning Paris The square before the Paris Opera is living its usual, everyday life. Artists are hurrying to the morning rehearsal. Lucien, a budding composer, makes for the Theatre accompanied by his friends. Heis full of hope and dreams of having his works produced on this illustrious stage... Lucien goes up to the director, but the latter gives him the brush off. His friends advise him to persist and,picking up his courage, Lucien goes through the hallowed door.

Episode 2. The Paris Opera Ballet Foyer A rehearsal is in progress — the dancers are doing the morning exercise. The lesson is twice interrupted by the appearance of the ballerinas, Florine and Coralie, accompanied by their patrons —Camusot, who finances the Theatre, and the Duke, who is a social bon vivant. They represent, as it were, two competing parties: Camusot supports Coralie, the Duke — Florine, her rival.

A nervous Lucien enters the room. Under the curious eyes of those present the composer becomes flustered, but begs permission to perform one of his works. Lucien begins to play — at first timidly,then with greater feeling. However, his listeners do not take to his passionate music, full of romantic aspiration. The groups of guests and dancers who, initially, had gathered round the composer,start to melt away. The outcome becomes clear — for the Theatre Director is bound to abide by the opinions of his all-powerful patrons. Lucien’s hopes are shattered. Desperate, his spirits in hisboots, he is about to leave, when he is stopped by Coralie. She had been profoundly moved by his music. Making use of her influence with Camusot and the Director, Coralie obtains a commission forLucien: he is to write the music for La Sylphide, a ballet specially created for Coralie.

Scene 2 Lucien’s room Lucien is struggling over the composition of his ballet. Enter Coralie. Her appearance inspires the composer, in her he acquires his Muse. The main theme of the future ballet is found. Inspirationand love uniting forces, give birth to the music.

Scene 3 Back stage at the Paris Opera Premiere of the ballet La Sylphide. Lucien is on tenterhooks: how will the public react to his debut? Scenes from the ballet develop in his imagination. In place of the Youth, a romantic insearch of happiness, he sees himself. The romantic scene of the avowal of love unfolds, bathed in elegic tones: separation is inevitable. The Sylphide must vanish — terrestrial love is forbidden forher. Slipping away as lightly as a dream, she flies off...

The premiere is a resounding success. All applaud the young composer and Sylphide-Coralie. Florine is full of envy, the Duke shares her sentiments.

Act 2 Scene 4 Coralie’s room Coralie is happy with her Lucien. The success of La Sylphide has brought them fame and love. The lovers would be totally happy were it not for the fact that everything in her home remindsCoralie that she is not free, it all belongs to her protector the banker.

Camusot turns up unexpectedly. Vexed because he is not admitted for such a long time, the banker suspects Coralie of infidelity. Coralie tries in vain to pass off Lucien’s top hat, which Camusot hasdiscovered, as part of her concert costume. Not wishing to lie, Lucien appears from the hiding place Coralie had found for him. All that remains for Camusot to do is to make his exit. The banker,however, is confident that life will again deliver Coralie into his hands.

Coralie and Lucien are as happy as can be: it is as if a terrible load has fallen from their shoulders — they are free.

Scene 5 The Duke’s Palace Forgetting their recent rivalry, Camusot and the Duke are united by their wish to subdue Lucien to their will, make him their obedient pawn. Their plot is simple: they will get the young man intotheir power by dazzling him with the bait of glamorous fame and money and force him to write a ballet for Florine. Florine hands Lucien an invitation for a ball at the Duke’s palace.

Masked ball at the Duke’s palace. Enter Lucien. He has changed — tail coat, white gloves, blase gestures. In the mad whirl of the masquerade, surrounded by beautiful women and elegant men, the youngman loses his head. Lucien pursues an unknown woman wearing the Sylphide costume and tears off her mask — it is Florine, he is defenceless before her charm. At the Duke’s invitation, Lucien takes hisseat at the card table and starts playing: everything has been arranged so that luck is with him. The pile of gold at his side grows bigger and bigger, and the force of an unknown passion clouds hisreason. All his hopes have come true: Paris is at his feet; money, women, fame — all are his. At a tense moment in the game, Florine appears.

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