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Post by Annasiel on Oct 16, 2015 5:15:08 GMT
Quinn stopped talking to the man as soon as the music touched her ears. He took it as an opportunity to escape, quickly melding into the dancing crowd. Quinn didn't notice. Her attention was spellbound by the young woman in black clothes standing up at the head of the hall, singing her heart out to the room.
Why are you looking at her? You blew it. Broke it . She w o n 't
Stilled. Again, the voices stilled. The memories were still there, the pain still inside, but the song numbed it to the point where Quinn didn't care. No, not the song. The singer. She pushed her way closer to the source, eyes wide and breath on an aching hiatus. The other party-goers swayed and swooped to the beat of the tune, but Quinn's stalwart stance forced them to part. She didn't care when they glared at her, when their steps were broken from the metronome-flushed atmosphere.
Maybe she will... forgive me.
I have to try.
I need to try.
As the song reached its close, Quinn tried to make her way to Erin. The audience was denser nearer to the podium, and she found herself pushing others out of the way to make it faster. She slid between a young couple, who cried out in protest, nearly caused an older gentleman to stumble, stepped on the dress hem of a fan-waving lady. The socialite darted across the floor so fast, none of these offended dancers noticed her. They could only stare around in aimless dissent, the culprit of the faux pass far deeper into the throng. Quinn burst through the edge of the crowd, and came face to face with the girl of her dreams.
Not another whimsy. Not another mindless sensual encounter. Someone she actually related to, actually cared about...
And might have hurt.
"I... I... I'm sorry for earlier. For the ki-... you know. I just wanted to tell you, you're singing was beautiful, and... doyouforgiveme?"
Quinn prattled off the last part before she could stumble again. After speaking, she fell quiet, digging a toe into the ground anxiously. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears louder than any drum could dare to match.
Please say yes.
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Post by Leb on Oct 17, 2015 8:25:22 GMT
He tucked the flower away into his breast pocket before he took her hand.
"Take my hand. I'll teach you to dance," he said as he placed a hand on her back and pulled her in close. Loretta's skin reddened, her body heating up as the distance between the two disappeared. Looking up to him, her heart fluttered at the sight of his playful smile. "We'll start slow, and I'll keep you close." She nodded in understanding as her gaze fell to her feet unconsciously. She only hoped that she wouldn't crash and burn. Loretta breathed anxiously as the rhythmic piano gradually grew louder to implicate the start of a song. And just as Willem made to move, Loretta took a misstep and bumped right into him.
"Oh-!" How she burned with shame.. She gripped the cloth that covered his arm as her other hand held his tighter, her back rigid and tense. What a foolish girl she was! Loretta looked away to the side hoping he wouldn't see but only accomplished placing her cheek against the soft fabric over his chest, which supplied with some comfort. Being in his arms the way she was provided with a bit more.
"I'm terribly sorry, Willem.." All the energy she had before seemed to have diminished as the courage and boldness she once displayed had dissipated.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 17, 2015 19:46:42 GMT
He'd seen the shock in her eyes as she looked at his, had almost felt the dark pulse of emotion as that energy around her surged. Something was wrong here. But before he could try to understand what, the girl spoke.
"Sa-age,"
Outrage. It wasn't his or hers, but for some reason, the masked figure could sense it, rolling from her in agonizing waves. As she began to excuse herself, the young man could only watch, his eyes soft inside the mask as he worried for the soul before him. But there was nothing he could do. Even he did not understand his insight into what was going on around her. And he did not blame her for the shock felt by seeing his gaze. Not long ago, everyone he knew and loved had done the same. It was why he was here. To know what was wrong with him. But now, something plagued him as the girl stopped her words short, then made to leave.
As she began to move away, a pang of pity took hold of his heart, her leg becoming noticeable for the first time. She was... crippled. Something terrible had happened to her. Before he could even debate acting in his mind, instinct and teachings took over.
Watch over the suffering.
"Sage..." She had hardly taken three steps before he stood, walking over. A hand extended, palm upwards, as his eyes looked to her features. "Your leg... its..." He took a deep breath, changing direction. "Let me help you. At least past the steps." He hoped she accepted the offer. It would be hard for him to be forced to watch.
Erin had barely left the stage when she found who she was looking for. Or, really, the other way around. Purple fabric, flowers, and a mask all seemed to materialize from the crowd of lovers, and a sense of joy, deep and intense, welled in Erin's heart. Stopping in her tracks, her soft gray eyes stared into Quinn's vibrant, hazel irises, and for a moment, she allowed relief to wash over her. Again, the socialite had shown Erin could do nothing to repel her. But this time, the bandage was different, placed by different hands.
"I... I... I'm sorry for earlier."
The soft smile on Erin's lips remained, her patient gaze waiting. As Quinn finished speaking, Erin took one step closer, her head and figuring leaning so she could look Quinn in the eye. So she could show her how she felt.
"Quinn," The woman's name left Erin's mouth as a soft, kindly whisper. "Don't apologize for what you did. It was touching." She looked down in the space between them, then her eyes, and only her eyes, returned to Quinn's features. A hand reached up, brushing her bangs aside, before it fell to clasp her other hand. Something else burned in her gaze, strong in its power. She could feel the fiery sensation pump through her veins. "I was just afraid... of myself." The smile on her lips grew, and her right hand extended, palm down and wrist loose. The smile on her face grew. "But not anymore."
Something in Erin had changed. There was a power in her voice: confidence.
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Post by Lev on Oct 17, 2015 21:35:47 GMT
"Everything alright?"Theolandra didn't take her stare from Neala when Greisimn asked her about the situation. "Neala is stretching her wings; that's all," she replied with a calm smile. The queen made no attempt to move while her attendee wavered, frazzled, upstairs. She was a wonderfully bright young woman and often helped Theolandra with decision-making, but she lacked a certain confidence to handle things herself. What better time to get her feet wet? It didn't take long for grey-masked woman to hurry the musicians to action, which meant she was moving in the right direction. "Very good," she said, mostly to herself, then turned back to Greisimn. "The Sister's of Milova are supposed to sing a song, but have gone missing. It looks like we have time for another dance." Without waiting for a refusal, Theolandra took his hand and readied herself for another tune. And they danced again, stretching their reverie from reality as far as they could. Even as the anticipated song began, performed by an unscripted sister, she did not separate from her partner. Mouthing the words, happy for Neala's small success in keeping things smooth, and smiling, she drank in the moment like spectators drank their wine.
"That was lovely," Theolandra commented as their bodies slowed to a halt and the song's final note faded into the air. "Thank you." There was hardly a way to heighten the Lady's satisfaction. Greisimn had given her something that nobody else could that night, and she would treasure that night always. She couldn't imagine anything that would've made her happier, so she hugged him tightly in thanks while the crowd was focused on applauding the singer. "Tonight is a night for singing," she said cheerfully after pulling away from him. Her pale hands squeezed his one last time before she curtsied and retreated back upstairs. Couples cleared out of her path, bowing their heads respectfully as they did, and everything returned to how it had been before she had accepted the dance. Theolandra was a queen again, and the queen would sing a song in closing as tradition dictated. "Milady, I'm terribly sorry about the mishap. I tried t-" Neale fumbled, flustered as she approached. "Neala, you did wonderfully. I'm proud of you," Theolandra replied calmly. "Take a rest. Wish me luck." "Y-yes, milady." The musicians welcomed the Lady onto their stage with enthused faces, some having performed with her in the past. A guitarist stood from his seat and met her on the platform, bowing deeply. She reacted in kind. "Hello, Menollo. Are you ready?" "I am at your service, my lady." She nodded, and Menollo took a seat next to her. Then the strum of his strings broke through the muttering crowd, turning heads and calling attention to the start of her song. Outside, Theolandra was a stoic performer; but inside she was a torrent of emotion. Nerves tightened their grip around her heart, and the thumping in her ears conducted the thoughts that stirred in her mind. Images from past and present started to play through her mind as vividly as the morphing sky above the dance floor, scanning through memory to strengthen her. This song was special... So she began, a soprano voice starting as soft as a songbird. "Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer.." One breath, one silent gasp to steady her voice from the quivering emotions that threatened to shake it. How had she expected to hold out for the entire song? "I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this
One step closer..
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 18, 2015 2:34:43 GMT
Alek couldn't help but smile at Vivienne's response, the woman was so much more elegant and forward than Alek. She brimmed with confidence whilst the older woman shrunk in fear. At the wink, she blushed gently and decided she would be fearful no more. Leaning in, she planted a quick kiss straight onto Vivienne's gentle lips. Suddenly caught up in grinning like a fool, she couldn't resist squeezing the pixie haired woman's hand as the sweet song of love, sung by their queen herself, drifted about their ears.
Without warning, Alek's mind seemed to empty itself, he found herself unable to think of a single consolidated thought in the echo of her overwhelming emotions. Laughing quietly, Alek felt overcome with boldness as she spoke, "Tonight's the last night of Milova, tomorrow we resume our lives, and I don't think I'll ever be the same. But, for tonight, before we go back to the world outside, would you want to make the night last a little longer back at my place?" Alek hoped Vivienne would understand what she meant, and she hoped even more than she would not be rejected.
This was the last thing Alek would ask Vivienne, and the last step that would bridge the gap between whether or not Vivienne saw Alek the same way Alek saw Vivienne. Her heart seemed to pound so hard in chest that she felt she might explode from her anxiety. She needed to know for sure, she wanted this moment to last forever. As ridiculous as Alek knew it was, she had fallen head over heels in love, and it drove her insane.
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Post by Guest on Oct 18, 2015 2:55:36 GMT
[Dance during Bridge of Light]
"I'm terribly sorry, Willem."
Willem's body was a wall before Loretta's small frame. Her misstep hadn't even made him flinch much less stumble. But her hands gripped him tightly and her muscles stiffened under his touch, as if the mistake might make him flee when she wanted him to stay. That was foolish. Maybe he only wanted it to seem that way? She could've been regretting her decision to dance in that very moment. But her cheek was on his chest! Divine breath, he could have expired from that simple pleasure alone.. What was she doing to him? He pushed the question of irregular behavior from his mind to focus on Loretta's comfort. With her small hand still in his he moved to gently lift her chin.
"Just look at me." Chocolate eyes looked into her almond orbs. "Move with me.. right, back, left, forward," he said in a low patient voice. "Small steps.. You're very good at this, Miss Authern."
Willem flashed a smile when it seemed that Loretta had regained the confidence she had before. As they swayed together he found himself enjoying the words. Let's not let our anger get us lost when the need to be right comes at way too high a cost.. Deep breath, take in on the chin. Don't forget to let love back in.. The singer's lyrics clawed at forsaken memories while Loretta's glowing face pulled him into the present. What was happening tonight?
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 18, 2015 4:01:51 GMT
"You're not afraid."
Quinn took Erin's extended hand, encompassing it in her own two palms. One of the hands slipped away from the hold, wrapping around Erin's waist as before. The grip tightened. Quinn pulled her body close to the damper girl as before, now exuberant with a self-assurance she hadn't portrayed before. Quinn found it intoxicating. She took a moment to savor the warmth of the moment, whether it be from the two entwined bodies, the room itself, or the wine and passion surging through her blood. Every pump of her heart released a new wave of pleasant tension. It grew to the point where her human body couldn't hold it any more, this heavenly nectar coursing a path through her delicate mortal veins, searing the insides of the walls...
She sighed. Quinn stared deep into the eyes of the girl, as before. Calming. The gray pools reflected her own face in a neutral world, a world where life and tension oozed away into calm serenity.
She leaned in, as before.
There were two girls nearby, dancing to the romantic melody of the beautiful queen. As Quinn watched, one pecked the other on the lips. Her face broke into a competitive smile, eyes twinkling with mischievous delight.
"You found it touching."
Quinn found the sentiment insulting. Touching? She didn't want touching. Touching was for silly plays and old, perverted clerics. She wanted pure, unadulterated romance. The kind that children needed to be protected from.
The voices still had not returned. Cautious derision had no hand in what came next. Just a desire to one-up the lesbian lovers a few dancers over, a desire to one-up the pitiful display prior that merely merited a score of 'touching', a desire to...
Love this girl with all my heart.
And love she did. Quinn leaned up into Erin's face, her lips devouring the unfortunate girl's. She pressed against her, her flesh tingling ecstatically despite the dampener of cloth. The socialite held this pose for what seemed like an eternity, taking in every smell and subtle caress, her clenching hand digging in furiously with its nails. This was not as it was before. This... was a thousand times better.
When Quinn did release, she licked her lips, and smiled.
"Your turn."
Not once did she stop to think. Not once did she care to.
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 18, 2015 6:19:41 GMT
Sage fixed her eyes on the doorway at the end of the room. It wasn't far away, not really. Step after painful step, she would get to it. Then she would leave. Then she would find somewhere to spend the night. And then, likely, she would never see this man again. Or if she did, she may not recognize him. She didn't know his face. The most she had seen through the mask were his pale grey eyes. "Sage..."
She'd scarcely taken three steps before he was rising out of his chair. "Your leg...it's..." She looked down. The length of her skirt hid the deformity of her limb. But no one could walk smoothly when their bones no longer held the shape they were supposed to. And on a leg as twisted as Sage's, walking should have been altogether impossible. When Sage had been sitting, her leg had been hidden. But as soon as she moved, her heavy limp betrayed her injury. She looked back up at the man, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. What was the emotion she heard in his voice? Concern? Shock? But then, before she could offer any explanation for her twisted leg... "Let me help you. At least past the steps."
She hadn't even thought of the steps. Baeslan was hardly helping her walk right now. At best, the stairs would take her quite some time to manage. At worst, her leg would fail her and she would take a tumble. Baeslan...please? Hmph. I can't- You can't? You're so weak you can't even manage a set of stairs by yourself? Children can do that, Sage. A toddling child can figure out stairs. But fine. Ask the nice man for help. She could scarcely bring herself to meet the silvery grey eyes that were looking at her, instantly filled with a deep shame for having to accept a stranger's help for something so simple. Wordlessly, she nodded. She would let him help her down the steps.
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Post by Leb on Oct 18, 2015 8:06:32 GMT
"Just look at me." He said as he lifted her chin. She did as she was told and gazed into his deep brown eyes as they began to move once more. "Move with me.. right, back, left, forward," Not once did she look away from Willem's eyes as he guided her step by step. Not that she'd dare to if she were to lose her footing once more. With each step she made correctly, Loretta grew back her confidence and her face beamed in elation. She didn't make a mistake. She was dancing! "Small steps.. You're very good at this, Miss Authern."
"Only because I had a wonderful and patient teacher to help me." she chuckled to herself. "Loretta will do just fine," she began. "no need to go by my last name."
Willem smiled and she returned it with a grin. They swayed and spun to the tune, the smile never leaving her face. She enjoyed herself thoroughly and it was evident in her eyes as they shone brightly. Strange emotions had begun to spur within her as the song evoked feelings of bliss yet there was a longing deep in her heart. A longing for what? For who? Why would she feel that way? Did she like Willem? Of course she does! He is a good man and any woman to catch his eye is lucky. Wait, no.. That's not what she meant to think of. These thoughts, why was she thinking of them? What brought them on? Questions burned for a moment only to be left unanswered and forgotten for Loretta had come back from her thoughts at the sound of clapping.
She slipped out of Willem's grasp and faced the cleric dressed in dark robes to applaud the singer for her lovely song. The crowd had all moved and formed a path for the queen to pass through. Loretta stepped closer to Willem lest she loses him in the throng and bowed her head as the queen passed them. The queen would be singing as tradition would have it indicating the end of their evening event.
The guitar resounded through the grand ballroom filling it with the captivating allure of rich melodic music. The queen's soft voice soon harmonized after. Loretta turned to her partner once more taking one step closer.
"Will you dance with me one last time?" she asked with her hand held out.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 19, 2015 4:49:35 GMT
Erin relished in the feeling as Quinn's hands took her own, sighing as the smaller woman wrapped an arm around her. This... this was what she wanted. Deep down, a deep, burning sensation built, encompassing her heart in warmth. And they began to dance, slow steps pulling them deeper into the many lovers who had found each other. This had all happened tonight. It was like a dream, one she had unknowingly craved her whole life. She was lost, the passion and emotion as she clung close to Quinn blinding her to the world around them. Nothing else mattered. Her eyes closed, and her lips moved to the words. Gray pools, like the softest silk, opened to tour across Quinn's features. Her skin, glowing in the light. The soft curves of her features... and her eyes, deep pools of rich hazel, that held in them passion. Her intense gave sent a shudder down Erin's spine, and all at once, she became aware of every touch: the socialite's soft hands, holding her own and tingling her lower back, the shift of her robes as Quinn seemed to shift even closer... and her scent...
Erin felt the coiling of muscles in Quinn's midriff, and knew what was coming. She didn't resist as all of the tension between them flooded her every sense. Her heart had stopped, and as her lover assailed her, lips meeting, she collapsed under the torrent. Shock racked her body. But this was what she wanted. Every moment. So she crumbled in Quinn's embrace, surrendering in every way. Even the bite as fingernails dug in seemed to heighten the moment. And then it was done. A gasp, to catch her breath, filled the space between them, and as Erin's eyes bored into Quinn's, a look in her eyes would give it all away. She needed no prompting for what she did next.
Her hand released Quinn's finger brushing together before Erin touched Quinn's jawline, her palm sliding up to cup the woman's face. For a few seconds, she simply stared into Quinn's eyes. One, deep, passionate breath was taken. All of her emotions were brought to bare as she closed the distance between her and Quinn, and with as much energy as she could muster, she showed her feeling to Quinn. The one who called her beautiful. Intensity poured from her, and with every gasp, she delved back into the display, oblivious to the world around her. Her arm tightened, and she could feel as Quinn's frame was pulled into hers. The sensation drove her on... and on... and on. Her hand slid back, fingers sliding through Quinn's brown locks, and she pulled the woman in. This was her night... her moment... her love.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 19, 2015 5:49:39 GMT
She was so hesitant. He could see it in her demeanor, the way she acted... As she looked at him, face betraying her embarrassment, he felt a pang in his heart. She appeared so fragile, like a glass figure, beautiful yet frail. He leaned to the side, head bending so his concerned eyes could peer from the mask. She had to say yes. He could feel a need to protect her already forming in his chest. But he couldn't fight it, even had he wanted to. It was who he was, and right now it wanted him to help this... fallen angel.
Her nod was subtle, yet his anxious eyes picked it up immediately. He could feel himself relax, unsure of how he had gotten so tense in the first place. He took a single step, coming close to her as he moved to her side. Turning slowly, he faced the same way as her, head turned to look at her. When he spoke, his voice was soft, an attempt to build her trust in him.
"Put your hand on my shoulder." He would wait for her hand to touch his apparel before his own arm would reach around her, allowing him to gently hold her shoulder. "Do you trust me?" Whatever her response, a soft smile would exist under the mask. "Just relax." Then he would act, bending as his arm behind her stayed still, the other moving behind her legs and pulling out then up. Every movement was done with care, the masked figure doing his best not to bother her leg. Then he would stand, Sage in his arms as he turned and moved towards the stairs.
"Close your eyes. I won't let you fall tonight."
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 19, 2015 13:04:39 GMT
Baeslan remained mercifully silent. Sage knew he would have words for her later. More mockery, more distain. But for now, she was allowed to focus on this moment. On not stumbling. Because even with someone to lean against, she didn't trust her leg. Her new acquaintance closed the distance between them, and instructed Sage to put her hand on his shoulder. She did so - slowly, hesitantly, as though the very fabric of his jacket would bite her.
His own arm reached around her back, and Sage felt her muscles instinctively stiffen. How long had it been since another human had been so close to her? Years. Since before Baeslan had found her. "Do you trust me?"
She trusted her voice even less than she trusted her crippled leg. If she opened her mouth, Sage knew that the only thing that would come out would be a mess of unintelligible syllables. Best to keep quiet. She acknowledged instead with a second nod. "Just relax." She tried. She really did, but every muscle remained tense and apprehensive, her body remembering countless other times when a stranger had come to close. But this man moved slowly, carefully. One arm remained at Sage's back. The other caught her behind the knees, slowly lifting her up until her feet left the ground and she was in his arms.
How long had it been since someone had been so close? Years. How long since she'd allowed it, welcomed it? ...never. Sage kept her arm tight around the man's shoulders as they moved towards the stairs. How long had it been since someone had done something like this for her? A very long time. Acts of compassion were few and far between. She heard the instruction to close her eyes, and complied. With her eyes shut, it was like she was floating. She felt the slight drop as the man carried her down the steps - a task that would have been otherwise herculean for her. Sage tried to reign in her thoughts, knowing Baeslan was still there, still listening. But her mind betrayed her. The stairs could go on forever, and she was certain she wouldn't care. She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt safe like this.
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Post by Guest on Oct 20, 2015 15:27:49 GMT
"would you want to make the night last a little longer back at my place?"
Vivienne could hardly register the meaning of Alek's invitation. She'd just been kissed! She'd just been kissed by a woman in front of all of these people! Part of her wondered if Willem was watching and how she would explain it to him. Another part hoped he hadn't seen so the memory could be kept a treasured secret in her heart forever. All the while blood flooded her face and ears until she couldn't feel anything but pink exhilaration. Should she go? Would she be able to commit to what Aleksandria was hoping for?
"Alek.." It felt like two hands were gripping her throat, one choking her with second thoughts and the other demanding her to embrace the chance. Would she do it? She'd never been with anybody.. She'd never- "Yes," she answered. Maybe she couldn't go through with it. Maybe they'd only end up spending more time together. But she'd never know if she didn't close her eyes, accept the fear, and leap into the unknown. "Yes," she said again.
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Post by Annasiel on Jan 11, 2016 1:08:40 GMT
And so the night concluded.
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