Ship: kanzaki miki / miyahara Fandom: yowapeda Major tags: mention of bodily fluids (blood), brief mention of death (both of these are from an operatic text) Other tags: mention of performance anxieties Word count: 517
it's ok miyahara, I love opera too
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Miki draws them to her like the sun.
Miki dies beautifully. Miki walks through the fire and is reborn in a garden under the golden light. Miki is driven mad and stands upon the stairs with blood on her hands and blood in her hair and blood all down the white silk of her dress, and she is still beautiful, and the crowd loves her.
Miyahara has followed Miki through seven cities in the last two months, with her carefully coloured-coded clipboard of stage directives, and she has seen the Miki that the crowd doesn’t, the one quiet and considerate when Imaizumi had broken down under performance anxieties, the Miki that sits with Aya all through the night when she failed auditions for the new dance company.
“Thank you for all your hard work!” Miki calls out brightly to every stage hand as she walks past them. Miyahara just nods in acknowledgement but something burns bright and warm under the bones of her breast as Miki’s smile alights on her. “And thank you especially, Miyahara-san, for the care you put into each show.”
Miyahara frowns. “Of course, Kanzaki-san. This is my job.”
“I meant in all the other little ways,” Miki smiles. Sweat glows on her brow from the stage lights and she’s still tightly corseted in her silk skirts, but the backstage traffic flows around her as she leans into Miyahara’s space to talk to her over the clamour. “You watch every show like it’s your first. You always throw a bouquet on the stage.”
“I,” Miyahara stammers. She can feel her cheeks flush pink. It’s so hot even here in the shadow of the curtains. “I like opera very much. A lot. I like it a lot.” They only have thirty minutes for intermission and Miki needs a costume change and Miyahara suddenly feels all the this time slip through her fingers.
“I like opera a lot, too.” Miki laughs at that, tilts her head prettily like she’s flowing through the motions of an aria, but it’s just her and Miyahara in the alcove off the stage and there is no act here except for the Miki that the crowd doesn’t know, and before Miyahara can reply, Miki is whisked off by stage hands into her dressing room.
The second half is a wonder. The second half is where Miki shines and love triumphs as it descends from the clouds to overcome all things, and Miki’s voice is like a thing that transcends even in the dark. The thunder of the crowd is overwhelming and Miyahara almost doesn’t have the courage to throw her own bouquet into the pile that is quickly growing at Miki’s feet as she bows, but when Miki tilts her head prettily, an aria that soars in just the small movement of her beauty, Miyahara sees her smiling that smile, the backstage smile, the tired smile, the smile at the end of the day, and it’s all Miyahara needs to toss the bouquet of roses from behind the curtain.
Miki sees her and winks, and catches the roses before they land.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: mention of bodily fluids (blood), brief mention of death (both of these are from an operatic text)
Other tags: mention of performance anxieties
Word count: 517
it's ok miyahara, I love opera too
***
Miki draws them to her like the sun.
Miki dies beautifully. Miki walks through the fire and is reborn in a garden under the golden light. Miki is driven mad and stands upon the stairs with blood on her hands and blood in her hair and blood all down the white silk of her dress, and she is still beautiful, and the crowd loves her.
Miyahara has followed Miki through seven cities in the last two months, with her carefully coloured-coded clipboard of stage directives, and she has seen the Miki that the crowd doesn’t, the one quiet and considerate when Imaizumi had broken down under performance anxieties, the Miki that sits with Aya all through the night when she failed auditions for the new dance company.
“Thank you for all your hard work!” Miki calls out brightly to every stage hand as she walks past them. Miyahara just nods in acknowledgement but something burns bright and warm under the bones of her breast as Miki’s smile alights on her. “And thank you especially, Miyahara-san, for the care you put into each show.”
Miyahara frowns. “Of course, Kanzaki-san. This is my job.”
“I meant in all the other little ways,” Miki smiles. Sweat glows on her brow from the stage lights and she’s still tightly corseted in her silk skirts, but the backstage traffic flows around her as she leans into Miyahara’s space to talk to her over the clamour. “You watch every show like it’s your first. You always throw a bouquet on the stage.”
“I,” Miyahara stammers. She can feel her cheeks flush pink. It’s so hot even here in the shadow of the curtains. “I like opera very much. A lot. I like it a lot.” They only have thirty minutes for intermission and Miki needs a costume change and Miyahara suddenly feels all the this time slip through her fingers.
“I like opera a lot, too.” Miki laughs at that, tilts her head prettily like she’s flowing through the motions of an aria, but it’s just her and Miyahara in the alcove off the stage and there is no act here except for the Miki that the crowd doesn’t know, and before Miyahara can reply, Miki is whisked off by stage hands into her dressing room.
The second half is a wonder. The second half is where Miki shines and love triumphs as it descends from the clouds to overcome all things, and Miki’s voice is like a thing that transcends even in the dark. The thunder of the crowd is overwhelming and Miyahara almost doesn’t have the courage to throw her own bouquet into the pile that is quickly growing at Miki’s feet as she bows, but when Miki tilts her head prettily, an aria that soars in just the small movement of her beauty, Miyahara sees her smiling that smile, the backstage smile, the tired smile, the smile at the end of the day, and it’s all Miyahara needs to toss the bouquet of roses from behind the curtain.
Miki sees her and winks, and catches the roses before they land.