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The loneliest are the kindest. The saddest smile the brightest. The most damaged are the wisest.
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Post by Leb on Oct 12, 2015 2:30:13 GMT
Loretta cried out in surprise as an unseen force collided with her forcing the wreath out of her hands and drop to the floor beside the two. The green mask she donned had loosened, slipping away revealing terrified eyes, her jaw slack in silent gasp. Grasping hands flew out only to grip the fine cloth covering Willem's chest in her own effort to steady herself. Loretta's heart pitter-pattered as she stared up at the fearsome wolf who towered over her, holding her firmly before she could have fallen. She had almost forgotten who hid away beneath the ferocious half-mask until he spoke. And in that realization, the fear that once riddled her face began fade as a heartwarming smile came into being.
"Forgive me, I didn't realize- Oh.. Miss Loretta," his gentle voice seemed to have softened since they last met, to which in turn soothed her even more so. "Hello."
"Willem.." She breathed. She was at a loss for words as she tried desperately to say something other than his name. Loretta didn't expect to see him again so soon. And certainly not in a way like this. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her ears beating ever so loudly. Yet only silence had befallen the two. Loretta's heart nearly skipped a beat as her face slowly reddened when she caught herself deeply lost, gazing into his eyes. And just like that, she quickly looked away in embarrassment. Her lips parted nervously almost quivering as she was only able to manage a stammered greeting. "I-it's good to see you again."
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Annasiel
At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Aug 13, 2015 22:40:06 GMT
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 12, 2015 2:36:00 GMT
"There you go. Now you're doing it."
Quinn led the pair around, the foot placements highlighting the corners of a square. With every turn, her dress billowed out around her legs, floating easily on the charged air. And charged it was; the socialite could almost taste the energy floating about, acrid as ozone after a lightning strike. It surged and ebbed as the four feet darted across the shifting, hypnotic floor, almost an unconscious extension of the musical beat. All was sway to the beat. Hearts, footfalls, and the thoughts that came and went with each motion.
You're going to stumble somehow, you oaf.
Left slow, right fast, left fast, right slow...
Going by that fright in her eyes, one mistake is gonna cost you the night.
Focus on the breathing and the beat. Nothing else.
The light exertion brought a thin sheen to Quinn's face, accentuating the flush on her cheeks. She didn't pause as a bead of sweat dripped past her eye, all of her attention caught up in the girl before her.
"Are you having fun yet?" she asked politely, a small part of her expecting dreaded dissent. "We can change things up, if you want."
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Post by Dymion on Oct 12, 2015 3:14:19 GMT
"Now you're doing it."
She was? The statement seemed like a huge stretch to the young healer, her entire figure rigid despite her slow, steady easing into the movements. Still, they hadn't fallen. She hadn't tripped. So that was... something. A sense of calm began to steadily trickle into her palpitating heart, her eyes slowly drifting away from the pair's feet. The movements had a pattern, and by the time they had reached the other dancing couples, she had them down. Now, she could look at the smiling face of Quinn, the purple mask seeming to highlight her lower features. In her mind, the steady pulse continued steadily, timing her movements. She could feel as her rapid heartbeat began to steady, easing into the same, constant rhythm. Maybe she was actually dancing. Perhaps... no.
"Are you having fun yet?"
She didn't know. Yes, this was the least depressed she had felt in weeks but her nerves still plagued her. This was so new, and she was so... The realization hit her, and the worry in her eyes slightly faded. Since their start, her movements had become fluid, her muscles easing into the music. It wasn't as scary anymore. A nervous half-smile formed on her lips, eyes softening as fear ebbed away. But a nagging curiosity had also formed. What had Quinn meant by 'change it up?' There only seemed one way to know. Erin took a nervous breath before speaking, her voice soft but encouraging.
"You know what you're doing. I'll just... follow."
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 12, 2015 3:27:59 GMT
Sage's Dress, Sage's Mask
As soon as Sage had learned of the masquerade that would be occurring on the third day, she knew she wanted to go. Rationality was shoved aside. She didn't care that she would, as she had been every day of the festival so far, severely out of place. She didn't think of what she was going to wear. She didn't think of the fact that she wouldn't be able to dance with anyone. She didn't care that she had no mask to bring to the masquerade. She simply wanted to see it. And Baeslan did nothing to hold back her excitement. For most of the night, he kept her up, fueling her fantasies with talk of how colourful and lively the ballroom was likely to be. The girl and the demon, curled up in an alleyway, eagerly chatted about the wonderful dances they were sure to see the following day. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Sage had drifted off to sleep. She awoke to a bright sunrise shining into the alleyway. And, as she climbed sleepily to her feet to begin the day, Baeslan chose that moment to set her anxiety into motion. So...what are you planning to wear tonight? For a moment, Sage had no words. She simply looked down at her skirt - stained and dirty from countless nights spent sleeping in alleyways like this one. Her bag held no other options, either. There was another skirt, and a shirt with shorter sleeves than this one. All options were threadbare and dirty. Rags. This...I guess. I don't have anything else. Baeslan's amused chuckle only made her humiliation worse. Well, if you want to make a fool of yourself, go ahead. And what about a mask? You're going to buy one with what money? The girl looked as though she may cry. Slowly, she walked out of the alleyway into the street. It was still early, but already, people were beginning to go about their business for the day. And music was beginning to play, as it had every day of the Rite thus far. Sage clenched her jaw, the tears that were forming in her eyes stopping immediately. For one of the first moments in years, there was a hint of determination on her face. She set off at as quick a walk as her leg allowed, heading for the outskirts of Etirath. She spent the entire day getting ready. Sage walked until she reached the edge of the nearest lake. There was no one around. The girl waded into the shallows - a terrifying ordeal, fearing her bad leg would give out beneath her at any moment - and stripped to her undergarments. For the next hour, she scrubbed her clothes. Meticulously, diligently, she attempted to work every stain from the garments. Most refused to leave. But to her delight, a good deal of the dirt and grime did fade away in the water. When she was finished scrubbing her clothes, she laid them on the grass to dry. Then, she scrubbed her hair. Picking up handfuls of sand from the bottom of the lake, she scrubbed every inch of skin, in an attempt to make herself presentable. By the time her clothes had dried and she had finished the walk back to Etirath, the sun was already setting, and Baeslan's presence was no longer enough to dull the cramping in her bad leg. But there was still work to be done. Her clothes were clean, relatively, but she had no mask. You must be kidding. Are you blind? Or just stupid? ...what? There's masks everywhere. Just wait. Sage took a seat against the wall of a building, not understanding what Baeslan meant. Then, as the sky grew dark, it became clear. The streets began to empty, everyone returning home to get ready for the ball. Many of the shopkeepers who had, yesterday and today, been selling masks and flowers and the like, began to abandon their unsold goods. The flowers would wilt, and the masks would not sell until the next Rite. Sage looked uneasy. That's stealing...Hardly. No one will miss them. After much hesitation, Sage finally selected one. An empty shopkeeper's stall, with a small array of blank masks for people to decorate. She took the blank mask and tied it around her face. With the most delighted of smiles, the cripple finally limped towards the grand ballroom. Her clothes were raggedy, and not colourful, but they were clean. Her mask was plain and unadorned, but it was a mask. She stashed her old brown bag, containing all of her possessions, under a bush outside. No one would find it there, and if they did, it was unlikely it was worth taking. As she entered, Sage remained at the edge of the room. She looked at the celebration, clearly happy beyond words. The colourful dresses, the alluring masks. Against the wall, dressed in browns and greys, she hoped she would remain relatively unnoticed. She had come to watch. And watch she did. Already, it seemed that couples were beginning to take to the dance floor. There's food, too, you know. Behind the mask, Sage's eyebrows went up. She'd scarcely eaten all day. She scarcely ate most days, for that matter. At Baeslan's direction, she saw the tables laden with food and drink, and smiled. The girl limped over to the buffet and filled a plate with amodest amount of food. She would undoubtedly return for seconds. Seeing the wine, she curiously reached for a glass. No, leave it alone. She withdrew her hand, retreating to an empty table where she could eat and watch the dances.
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blacknoise
I don't have kik.
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Aug 14, 2015 15:19:56 GMT
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 12, 2015 3:35:55 GMT
Williem's almost pathetic attempts to stop Vivienne were thoroughly amusing, and she almost regretting not being able to watch the man flounder a bit more. However, despite what Williem would likely think, Alek's actions were not simply to anger him. Something strange and wonderful had overtaken her, and she was letting it rule her actions to a degree that she might have found unsettling only a year before. Now, however, it could only be described as wonderful. Taking Vivienne's hand, she gently lead her onto the dance floor, not bothering to even look Williem's direction as the man mouthed something.
With well practiced ease, Alek fell into the same position she had taught Vivienne not two nights before. Taking the woman's right hand in her left, Aleksandria began quietly counting as they started to dance. Everything seemed more impassioned to Alek this night, her feet quickened ever so slightly, her smile widened a bit more than she thought possible. Genuine, real happiness overtook her as the two moved in sequence. It was almost frightening.
Quietly, Alek began speaking. Her voice low doubly in order that the two could not be heard, but also to stress her seriousness. She did not, however, speak so lowly that Vivienne would not be able to hear her. "I, have to admit something. All of this, Divines, I've never been so frightened in my life. I'm thirty-two, do I look it? Do I look older? I don't know, I hardly recognize myself some of these days. I've never felt like this before- Looking into Vivienne's eyes, she finished, "I think I like it, quite a lot, in fact."
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Annasiel
At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Aug 13, 2015 22:40:06 GMT
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 12, 2015 3:47:33 GMT
Time to throw all caution to the wind.
"You're going to lead me," Quinn replied. "Reverse everything you've been doing. It's that easy."
As if divined by Udel herself, the music shifted. The next song was a much slower, sadder melody, led by a violin's wanting wails. Quinn stepped backwards slowly with her right foot, sliding her hand up Erin's back. The fingers found purchase at the arch of her spine, lightly tensing as she leaned away from her partner.
"The tune's different, the beat's the same! Slow left, quick right, quick left!" she cried merrily, fully embracing whatever was to come next. The condescending voice was little more than a whisper at this point, grumbling faintly in the back of the girl's subconscious. Even if they tripped, even if they fell sprawling, Quinn wouldn't care.
For once in a long time, she was actually free.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 12, 2015 4:26:15 GMT
He'd made it. As soon as the first dance started, his slow, cautious steps could be heard slipping through the door, curious eyes scanning the crowd. This was it, the great ballroom of Etirath... He'd thought he'd never see it. Everything in the city was just as amazing as he had thought, staring at the large buildings from afar. But this... this was grand. Wonder filled his eyes as he scanned the ceiling, the dresses, the suits, the masks... It was all so wondrous. He took deep breath. if only he knew how to dance. But he wouldn't allow this rare chance to be soured by his lack of ability. There were plenty of other things to do at a dance.
The first thought in his mind was food. He could smell it from where he stood, and quickly, he made his way through the different dancers until he found the table filled with pastries and treats, Ah, they smelled so good. Moments later, he had slipped about a dozen different pastries onto the platter. The poor thing was loaded, multiple, enticing smells rising from it. The party goer's mouth began to water. Such delicacies had never met his palate. Quickly, he made his way over toward the tables. Most were full... except one, a lone woman there. For a moment, the figure paused unsure of himself. But determination drove him, and with a quick inhale, he walked to the opposite side of her, giving the woman a brief nod before sitting across from her. A smile, hidden behind his mask, began to spread as he eyed what he thought was a chocolate truffle. He had only heard of such things. But as he reached for it, he stopped, a sudden thought smacking him.
He was wearing a full face mask.
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Lev
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Post by Lev on Oct 12, 2015 5:10:28 GMT
Theolandra was there for every moment, feeling strange and intoxicating sensations feed her with each new step. The feeling of Greisimn's hand, soft but strong and warm, wrapped around her own for the first time. Did he feel her fingers tremble with a blend of excitement and nervousness? The large open palm on her back, could it feel the muscles obey as she was pulled closer to him? She could feel the pretense of his steps, moving just a breath before the next beat to lead her in, to guide her through the dance. She could feel his hold on her tightening with each twist, turn, touching his heart and tending the satisfaction in his eyes. More than the dance it was his returning happiness that made her smile.
Too soon, the faster song ended and the claps of an admiring audience filled the room until a new song, slower, began. All the while the queen and her mysterious partner did not separate. Couples had joined the floor during their dance, sharing the magic that they created, but it only seemed to encourage their closeness. Theolandra seized the quieter moments of the new song to speak with her partner. Her voice reached out to him at a level that kept their conversation private.
"I feel like Ive seen you before," she said playfully. "Maybe we walked together in a forgotten dream? Where have you been, handsome stranger?"
She chucked under her breath, looking down for a moment before continuing again more earnestly.
"I hope I'm keeping up. This is my first time," for everything, she thought.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 12, 2015 6:16:05 GMT
"You're going to lead me."
Five words had never terrified Erin so much. She had been perfectly fine following the motions of Quinn, keeping with the tempo and pattern. Now, the music had hanged, and she was to lead. Only one thought kept her from shaking her head no. At least the music's slower. But as quickly as she had consoled herself, something else garnered her attention. Quinn's hand, firm and strong in its movement and action, tensed against her back, and as it did, chills ran up and down her spine, the sensation foreign and strange to her. She only allowed it to distract for a time, and with a surge of determination, set at the task at hand.
With a quick breath, Erin began to lead the dance, step by step falling into place, and the pattern slowly, steadily sealed in her brain. Fear of failure faded away, and as Erin's eyes settled, forming silver pools in the shadow of her mask, her mind became occupied by nothing but pleasure. This was actually... enjoyable. All of her worries had melted away, lost somewhere on the dancefloor, and now she felt free. A heavy weight had left her shoulders. Instead, she was enthralled by the sensations of her new world. The sound of music, the lulling movements, Quinn's presence... each element worked in perfect tandem, and her heart, formerly sealed in cold stone, began to melt.
For once, in a long time, she was actually free.
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 12, 2015 6:26:13 GMT
Sage's table allowed her a perfect view of the ballroom floor. The music had picked up, and she was able to watch everyone. It was easy to pick out the men and women who were wedded, or who had been seeing each other for some time. They danced with a carefree devotion, and hardly a hint of self-consciousness. But many of the couples who took to the floor appeared hesitant. New acquaintances, perhaps friends hoping to become closer. And yet, as the song continued, the hesitation faded. Everyone seemed to grow more comfortable with the steps of the dance, and a truly beautiful display unfolded before Sage's eyes.
Do you want to join them? Sage blinked, and nearly laughed aloud at the suggestion. No, I can't. She didn't need to attempt the dance to know that the stepping patterns would be far more intricate than what she was capable of. Even the most uncoordinated individual on the floor was likely more skilled than a cripple. She took the opportunity to pick at her food. A varied array of fruits and cheese, a slice of what looked to be a dense home-cooked bread, and a bowl of dessert that involved a combination of baked apple-slices, sugars, and spices. I wouldn't be able to do it. I just came to watch. Hm. Not to mention you have no one to dance with. ...that, too.
The tempo of the song changed, shifting into something slower and more relaxed. Sage looked up from her plate, intending to observe the change in the dancers that the new song brought on...but instead, her gaze was met by something else. Someone was taking a seat across from her. A man, dressed in a suit of browns and mahoganies, carrying a plate laden with pastries and sweets. He acknowledged her with a nod, but his expression was hidden. His mask betrayed nothing except his eyes.
Without a word, the stranger reached to his plate of desserts, only to pause. It took Sage a half a moment, but when she realized why, she couldn't help but laugh quietly. His mask was not one designed for eating. "He-ello," she said, making a focused effort to control her stutter, and nearly succeeding. She wondered if his mask allowed him to speak, and decided to wait and see before making further attempts at conversation.
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Apr 22, 2020 19:54:15 GMT
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Dymion
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Aug 13, 2015 23:35:49 GMT
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Post by Dymion on Oct 12, 2015 7:06:59 GMT
As the soft, sweet voice of the woman across from him reached his ears, the man in the mask tilted his head ever so slightly up, eyes hidden in the shadows of his mask as, unknown to the woman, a smile formed on his face. His hand, which had been levitating above his food, retreated back to him, resting on the table . His eyes quickly scanned her clothing. She didn't seem as dress up as the rest... or at all, really. And yet, she wore a mask, like everyone else, an indication that she, too, was here for the festivities. And honestly, the simple white mask fit her, its pure white allowing her other features to shine. She looked very pretty, to be honest. And her voice carried with it a gentle demeanor, one that could be endearing to the right ear. And it was. Another moment later, and he glanced at her plate. It slightly amused him. Here he was, piling up treats, and she was being sensible. With a quick sigh, he again focused on her.
”Greetings, miss.” His voice would sound smooth despite the mask, a youthful, baritone sound leaving his mouth as he dipped his head, a formality he learned. ”You wouldn’t happen to be interested in truffles, would you?” He indicated the plate with the hand on the table. ”I, in my wisdom, cannot indulge… and it would be a shame to see them wasted.” His voice held in it a kind sincerity, a slight infliction in tone indicating that only 'wisdom' was not to be believed. If the woman could see his face and smile, it might have been evidence to support him. As was, however, there was not much benefit in his facial expression. So he had to hope the smell of the pastries was enough to entice her.
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Annasiel
At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Aug 13, 2015 22:40:06 GMT
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 12, 2015 15:24:20 GMT
In a telling instant, the cage around the doves broke open, and they flew through the air in a graceful spiral. Tears mingled with the perspiration as a laugh erupted from Quinn's mouth. This was life. This was how it's meant to be. No worries about the past or the future, no pain drowned in airy facade, no dark depressions weighing heavily on sorrowed souls. She hadn't danced like this since the one night her mother took her to a party. Her first party. It was a social gala out at some country lord's estate, a glowing affair lit by night-defying candles. Quinn had sat in the corner, her knees against her chest. She hadn't known anyone. But then, when the music started, a lady dressed in a lavish, black gown approached her, and took her by the hand. It was that night she learned to dance.
Right slow, left quick, right quick.
The pattern had been driven into her mind by the lady, burned deep by the tingling touch of the woman's milky skin. Every motion she had made, every word she had spoken had caught on Quinn's heart. When the lady left with her parasol over her shoulder, Quinn's heart had skipped a beat. She never saw her again... and she never forgot how to move her body to the music.
Left slow, right quick, left quick.
Erin had nothing in common with the long-lost woman, except for height, attire, and they both... they both...
"You're beautiful," Quinn whispered.
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 12, 2015 16:05:02 GMT
Sage's eyes, vividly green against the unadorned white of her mask, watched the stranger as he spoke. Despite the mask that covered his mouth, his voice reached her ears clearly. His face was hidden, but his voice told her that he was young. Perhaps a similar age to her, perhaps a year younger or a few older. But it wasn't the tone of his voice that caught her interest so much as the words. And yes, Sage agreed entirely that it would be dreadful to see sweets go to waste. Her own mask did nothing to hide her small smile as she reached for one of the offered truffles. "Tha-ank y-you." She wasn't one to over-indulge. But years of struggling to find even the most basic foods had trained her to never decline food from anyone.
She took a half-bite of the truffle. The chocolates were, as expected, delicious. "They're g-good. You sh-should t-t-take so-ome home i-if you-..." What are you doing? Baeslan's sharp voice in her ear was more than enough to make Sage's words trail off into silence. She put the rest of the truffle in her mouth, chewing in silence as her eyes fell to the table. To an outsider, it may look as though she were suddenly distracted. Or as if she'd been taken by an unexpected bout of overwhelming shyness.
Talking...Just talking? Well stop it. But- I don't like it. Baeslan, I'm just talking to him. Hmph.
Sage could not figure out where the demon's sudden aggression had come from. Under most circumstances, he made every effort to push her as far out of her comfort zone as possible. Had he not been encouraging her to attend the masquerade the previous night? Had he not asked her, only moments before, if she intended to dance? And now, as soon as someone began speaking with her, he wanted her to stop. It was confusing, at the very least. Sage was grateful for the partial protection of her mask, lest her bewilderment become evident to her new acquaintance.
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Post by Isengrim on Oct 12, 2015 17:51:23 GMT
With the fast song over and the slow song now playing, the intensity of the dance trickled down to a near halt. The large, flourishing movements were now replaced by a gentle sway. They were now surrounded by dancers who had finally decided to join them on the floor. They pulled a little closer together, to give space to the other dancers, of course.
For the first time since before their dance, the queen spoke. "I feel like I've seen you before, maybe we've walked together in a forgotten dream? Where have you been, handsome stranger?"
He looked pulled his head back to looked at her face. At first, he did not catch the joke, but the mischief in her eyes told it all. Returned the look with his own, the corners of his mouth pulling into an impish smile. "Perhaps it is as you say, and I'm still dreaming." He said, playing along.
"I hope I'm keeping up, this is my first time." Gone from her voice was the playfulness, replaced with a hint of genuine concern.
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I would have never guessed. I dare say you may be one of the best dance partners I've ever had the honor of dancing with."
He wasn't lying. For a person who had never danced before, she reacted to each and every movement perfectly well. Perhaps she had practiced? It wouldn't surprise him. Her desire to partake in such activities was such that he wouldn't put it past her if he found out she spent alot of her free time dancing alone in her quarters, after watching in her lonesome during rites of years past. It was a sad thought. But here she was now, dancing with him. It was surreal. The entire moment was surreal, and he intended to enjoy every last second of this final night.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 12, 2015 19:41:06 GMT
There was peace in those moments on the dancefloor. Erin had forgotten about her sorrows, wrapped up in the here and now. She couldn't remember when she had last been this... content. Here, with someone she had met just days ago, Erin had found a solace from her constant drudgery and gloom. And yet, part of her knew it couldn't last forever. It was a thought she suppressed. For now, she would live. She would relax, and revel in these short moments of freedom, Quinn guiding and directing her every step of the way. Gray, vibrant eyes watched deep, hazel ones. Even despite, the masks, emotions flew between the two. And she knew that, under the purple mask, Quinn was enjoying this as much as her.
"You're beautiful,"
Had she just... No, someone else had said it to their partner, the faintest hints of the words reaching Erin's ears. But she had seen Quinn's lips move with the words, heard as they echoed with her voice. And she was looking at Erin. A faint blush formed in the healer's cheeks, her mask not made to hide the display. Quinn had said it to her. No had ever told her that, even the young boys that had hit on her in her youth. They had lacked tact. But now, in this moment, someone had called her beautiful. The thought caught her breath, and for a few moments, she didn't know what to say. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out. In her eyes, a shyness came about, a response to something so unexpected. A shiver ran up and down her spine, and she could feel a slight tingling in her fingers.
"I..." Of course, she was at a loss for words. Frustration at her own simplicity spurred her to speak, her own voice a whisper. "So are you."
Did she really?! The realization of what she said caused her heart to stop. Erin didn't even realize she thought it. But once it left her lips, she knew it was true. Even her voice carried that humble sincerity, and as a brief internal war waged, she waited for how Quinn would respond. And, through it all, they kept dancing, moving to the deep, romantic melody.
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