audette rousseau

A warm simper a lit the features of the young French ballerina, her clove colored irises so effortlessly penetrating the shadows that draped over the Hunter's physique. That stoicness that hardened the lines of his facade hardly daunted the girl as she leaned up on her tiptoes even in spite of the tennis shoes upon her feet. Her inquiry of how he enjoyed the ballet had little to do with any desire for a compliment, Audette entirely curious of how she anticipated his first evening in the world of fine arts was received. Adrien's words only confirmed the ballerina's suspicions and yet, his promise that he had enjoyed the evening was all that was required to prompt that smile upon her sweet heart lips to once again brighten her fair French features. His compliment, although unexpected, was hardly unwelcomed as the fae woman dipped in a slight gesture reminiscent of a curtsy, the girl clearly forgetting those jeaned leggings she wore in place of that usual tulle. "Merci, Adrien." She commented, the girl entirely void of any sort of timidness when it came to her craft. On the contrary, there was a certain steadfast confidence that lingered within her - a boldness with which she faced her world...though that was often a world without vampires or finding herself in the middle of a robbery gone wrong as she had of late.

It was the Hunter's step forward that refocused the French woman's attention, his shadows near drifting forward with him as a clear extension of him. Audette was oblivious of the flowers nestled behind Adrien's back, her clove colored eyes hardly deviating from his masculine features as he commented of her light. A warm giggle left her lips as she visibly brushed away those words with a flick of her hand. She knew first hand how much work went into those costumes, how many attempts those makeup artists made, and how long those costumes were poured over to give each ballerina that appearance of glowing poised perfection. It was as much a part of her craft as those moves she made, even if it so often went unnoticed by the audience that watched with such bated breath. Though Audette was certain she was not seeping her affinity, she had been practicing in the very way that Adrien had told her to, the fae woman quick to reassure him of such.

How aware Audette was to that hesitant press of those darkened shadows forward and towards her, reaching for her in an intangible way. She was hardly fearful of them, however, the young woman's head only tilting inquisitively before her attention returned to Adrien. That small simper trickled back across her features at the man's compliment upon her self control - that once unruly affinity for light now carefully tucked beneath her skin. It was, however, his inquiry on whether or not she'd learned to use it, however, that prompted a mixture of an indecisive pout upon her feminine features. "Ahh...." She commented, her gaze turning away from him before the fae stepped away with fluid grace. "It is a...ah..work in progress?" Audette commented, glancing back at him after a moment with an almost sly look upon her fair features. The very last thing that Audette anticipated, however, was that sudden bouquet pulled from behind Adrien's back, those flowers thrust towards her with a clear hint of anxiety.

It was hardly the first time that Audette had ever been given flowers. Quite on the contrary, her parents used to bring her a bouquet after every show or recital, they had been her constant support throughout her dancing career. She had even received some before from admiring fans but...she certainly hadn't expected any tonight, not when she was still working to become a solid presence within Sacrosanct's ballet. "Oh, merci beaucoup. Je ne m -- ah, I mean, I was not expecting this. They are lovely." The fae woman responded, Audette easily slipping back to that French in her flustered state before she remembered her present companion was distinctly American. Tenderly, her slender fingers reached out to take the flowers within her hands, the young dancer content to admire those bright colors. It would go perfectly within a vase on her dining room table, she was sure. How wonderful!