GoT Modern: Silent celebration

 GoT Modern:  Silent celebration

 

A/N: Just a follow-up to her “perfect dance”. I love our babies <3

 

xxxxxx

 

 

Baahal finally reached her bedroom and threw her sports bag on her huge bed. She closed the door behind her and leaned against the wooden door. Slowly she dropped her body onto the floor and stretched her legs forward. The night had been magnificent, she had won the cup, she was number 1 in the underground dance world but that wasn't even the reason for her happiness. No. It was her dance. She did the perfect routine that night and felt that every movement was perfect. She was in harmony with herself and was in total control of her body.  She removed her shoes, kicking them away from her and cringed as she noticed her injuries.

 

They were part of the deal. The cuts and bruises. They were visible testimonies of her hard work and dedication to her craft. Her feet were cut, there was blood on her skin, some in her scalp and hair. She could feel the pain in her ribs, that drove her to remove her shirt slowly and carefully. Her bra followed, and she pushed her yoga pants off of her legs, alongside her underwear. A nervous laugh escaped her lips and looked at the bathroom's door. Could she drag herself there? She had to, at least to have a good sleep, to be able to start the next day with clean sheets. So the silver head left the spot behind the door and went to the bathroom.

 

As she turned the hot water and yanked her head back, the heiress was feeling the hot stream wash away her blood. She ran her hand over her neck and tilted her head to the side. Again, another laugh escaped her lips and she celebrated. It made up for the humiliation she felt last time she entered the contest. It rewarded her extreme discipline and countless hours spent dancing. It rewarded her stubbornness and passion but that perfect night felt empty. She had wanted to dance in front of him, she had wished that their names meant nothing so they could enjoy being outside together. But the name had a price, the name had history and the heads of both families would never allow for their children to be together. The thought sobered the young woman who closed her eyes and dropped her head under the stream of warm water.

 

The name had a price… Her mother did try to keep her away from her father for as long as she could and Bäahal blessed her younger years away from the strict protocol and this family that didn’t love her. Bäahal blessed the time she spent with her mother where she knew love and warmth. She blessed those moments when her mother would kiss her bruised knee into healing, or when she would patch her up and then encourage her to keep dancing.  She missed her mother; she missed her freedom, and the thought made her sob.   Without being able to refrain from crying, the silver head let go of her tears and cries under the shower where nobody would see her. Some might say that it was adrenaline finally dropping, others that she simply was expressing her true emotions.

 

Come on, chin up, things weren’t so bad! Yes, things weren’t so bad, her mother was probably watching from above and was seeing how her little girl was doing. She was seeing strength; she was seeing resilience. Bäahal did survive those lonely years surrounded with people who hated her -save for her father-. She grew into a beautiful woman who was running her hand over her face and then over her bruised chest.  Tonight was a night of celebration, she did a perfect routine. She might not have danced in front of Jaime but she would share it with him. Her joy, her celebration, her warmth. Yes, she would do just that. Bäahal turned off the water and went on to dry herself and put on PJs.

 

She then grabbed her phone and quickly looked out for Jaime’s number before she sent him a text [Text Golden Lion: “I have won first place tonight. I even did the best routine of my life. I wish you had been there and you could have seen me dance. Someday maybe. Until then, I will tell you next time we meet. With love. Your firecracker.] and she went to bed with an exhausted smile on her lips. She was happy. She felt fulfilled.

 

-TBC-