At the accusing comment that he's a dirty old man, House just looks back at him with the barest hint of a grin and a twinkle in his eye that suggests that it's truer than Chase has any idea of.
House isn't expecting for him to dance Odile as well as he dances Odette. It's a difficult role to dance, for one, but there's something about Chase that fits so much with Odette. There's a lightness and delicacy to his movements, an effortless perfection and grace that's so spot on to Odette that House had actually stood, watching through the window, wishing there were a way for him to dance the role for the production. If the company was struggling to find a way to market ballet to an audience who increasingly cares less for traditional, it could hardly hurt them, and it might just be exactly what they need.
So when Chase dances through the solo with those easy, light movements, delicate and far too sweet for Odile, he's not surprised really. Maybe he needs a push. He certainly responds well enough to guidance. House moves in when the music changes, and this should be when Odile, disguised, seduces Siegfried to betray Odette. It's supposed to be sensual and heavy with suggestion, the role Chase is dancing should be all allure and guile. But that's not how it's happening now. It's kind of funny, honestly, how Chase can be so skilled in the subtle flirtatious language of his own body and simultaneously so unaware of the corresponding language of seduction. His flirting is sweet rather than sultry, innocent rather than intentional.
There's a moment when Chase comes in close through a spin and hovers just for a moment, their bodies inches apart, and it should feel like a tease, thick with sexual tension and dark promise, but it's not. It feels like anything but. Chase is dancing through the choreography, and yet he's coming off just as sweet as Odette. There's no call to touch him, and yet he does, catches him by the hips and smooths his hands down the front of his body to rub at the tops of his thighs and pull him back flush against his body, so that he can feel that tight, perfect ass pressed against his body. One hand skims back up and presses between his legs as he subtly grinds against his ass, and his breath comes warm against Chase's ear as he murmurs, softly commanding him, "Seduce me..."
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House isn't expecting for him to dance Odile as well as he dances Odette. It's a difficult role to dance, for one, but there's something about Chase that fits so much with Odette. There's a lightness and delicacy to his movements, an effortless perfection and grace that's so spot on to Odette that House had actually stood, watching through the window, wishing there were a way for him to dance the role for the production. If the company was struggling to find a way to market ballet to an audience who increasingly cares less for traditional, it could hardly hurt them, and it might just be exactly what they need.
So when Chase dances through the solo with those easy, light movements, delicate and far too sweet for Odile, he's not surprised really. Maybe he needs a push. He certainly responds well enough to guidance. House moves in when the music changes, and this should be when Odile, disguised, seduces Siegfried to betray Odette. It's supposed to be sensual and heavy with suggestion, the role Chase is dancing should be all allure and guile. But that's not how it's happening now. It's kind of funny, honestly, how Chase can be so skilled in the subtle flirtatious language of his own body and simultaneously so unaware of the corresponding language of seduction. His flirting is sweet rather than sultry, innocent rather than intentional.
There's a moment when Chase comes in close through a spin and hovers just for a moment, their bodies inches apart, and it should feel like a tease, thick with sexual tension and dark promise, but it's not. It feels like anything but. Chase is dancing through the choreography, and yet he's coming off just as sweet as Odette. There's no call to touch him, and yet he does, catches him by the hips and smooths his hands down the front of his body to rub at the tops of his thighs and pull him back flush against his body, so that he can feel that tight, perfect ass pressed against his body. One hand skims back up and presses between his legs as he subtly grinds against his ass, and his breath comes warm against Chase's ear as he murmurs, softly commanding him, "Seduce me..."