Crimson Glory
"Alright, that's it for today. I'll let you go a few minutes early. Enjoy your weekend."
She exhaled slowly as she fled the lecture hall, unable to stand the cramped presence of other people for a moment longer. Thankfully, night had already fallen, the darkness welcoming her home. In a blissfully short few minutes, she had slipped inside the ice arena and quickly made her way towards the lockers.
Evading the eyes of the couple others around her, she hurriedly changed and put on her skates. As soon as her blades touched the ice, she felt a vast, relieving wave of calm wash over her mind. Even the two other people on the ice ceased to make her uneasy.
As she moved smoothly from a couple warm-up laps into a routine to the chorus inside her, sound ceased to be, vision blurred, sensation itself surrendered to the melody. From within the rhapsodic oblivion, her dreams soared to fight for exultation.
A perfect triple axel and the crowd roared for her. Underneath the bright spotlights, she was a whirlwind, drinking in the screams devoted to her, for her and only her.
Bathed in the glorious cadence, she rode the crowd's heightened emotions. Famous for her skill and her style, her signature finale, perfect as always, resolved her World Championship performance.
Her body shook with the euphoria of another, even higher level competition won. She grinned widely as the crowd screamed, all on their feet.
Eyes slightly clouded, she twirled in the crowd's awe. The ice had turned scarlet under her show, flowing with the life of her competition.
The vermilion wine of their lives cascaded down her body in luscious waves. As she always did, she brought some to her lips and exalted in its flavor.
True victory was the slaughter.
She exhaled slowly as she fled the lecture hall, unable to stand the cramped presence of other people for a moment longer. Thankfully, night had already fallen, the darkness welcoming her home. In a blissfully short few minutes, she had slipped inside the ice arena and quickly made her way towards the lockers.
Evading the eyes of the couple others around her, she hurriedly changed and put on her skates. As soon as her blades touched the ice, she felt a vast, relieving wave of calm wash over her mind. Even the two other people on the ice ceased to make her uneasy.
As she moved smoothly from a couple warm-up laps into a routine to the chorus inside her, sound ceased to be, vision blurred, sensation itself surrendered to the melody. From within the rhapsodic oblivion, her dreams soared to fight for exultation.
A perfect triple axel and the crowd roared for her. Underneath the bright spotlights, she was a whirlwind, drinking in the screams devoted to her, for her and only her.
Bathed in the glorious cadence, she rode the crowd's heightened emotions. Famous for her skill and her style, her signature finale, perfect as always, resolved her World Championship performance.
Her body shook with the euphoria of another, even higher level competition won. She grinned widely as the crowd screamed, all on their feet.
Eyes slightly clouded, she twirled in the crowd's awe. The ice had turned scarlet under her show, flowing with the life of her competition.
The vermilion wine of their lives cascaded down her body in luscious waves. As she always did, she brought some to her lips and exalted in its flavor.
True victory was the slaughter.
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