Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~



All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!

Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~

Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]

Comments

[rebull]

[There's a strained sigh, eyes flicking over to look at the dance floor again before warily looking back up to Darkleer.]

Uh...

[What if he hits someone in the head with his horns, or gets his wings stepped on or... or... ugh.]

[aim_exorable]

Come on.

[Tugging! But not exactly towards the dancefloor. More deeper into the sitting area, until he can find a small cleared space.]

No one is going to try and shoot you, come.

[rebull]

[He's a little rigid but follows, not that Lysunder is at all hard for Darkleer to move with his flimsy bone structure.]

Fine... just, f- ugh. Fine.

[aim_exorable]

[Shaking his head, he turns back to Summoner once they're in a suitable enough space, and he leans down to press his forehead against his.]

It's not as hard as you think. Just focus on me, alright?

[rebull]

Not the best on my feet, Tink. [A huffed breath, looking up to him. Lysunder presses his head forward, slightly headbutting him before stepping back and adjusting his shoulders.]

Running's already though, and now this fancy shit.

[Another anxious breath, putting a hand behind his neck and adjusting his wings up a bit from the floor.]

[aim_exorable]

It's hardly fancy at all, you're making a bigger fuss of this than it needs to be.

[Keeping close, he slips one hand behind and up Summoner's back, brushing just slightly against his wingjoints.]

Take my hand, and then put the other on my shoulder. You're not the first person I've had to teach tonight.

[rebull]

[Summoner tenses immediately as contact is felt on is back, wing stiffening before he calms himself down. He listens, moving to glance at Darkleer's hands and in his anxiety doesn't think to lift his head so his horn's just aimed to hit Darkleer in the jaw.]

Right... okay uh-

[aim_exorable]

[Just... leaning his head. Away from that.]

Lysunder.

[rebull]

[Aaand another swing of that horn.]

What?

[aim_exorable]

[akdfjlasjkdfas!!!]

[Alright, he needs a hand to block that horn, letting go of Summoner's hand now]

Horns!

[rebull]

[His neck stiffens once his horn is grabbed and he looks to the side at Darkleer, slowly pulling on a smile.]

Ah heh, right, sorry.

[aim_exorable]

[He slowly, slowly lets go of the horn.]

Just relax, stand up straight, and look at me properly so that you don't hit me in the face.

[rebull]

[And he'll slowly slowly turn his head, keeping it cocked like he normally would if he wasn't so nervous.]

R-right, sorry Tink.

[Summoner takes a breath, clearing his throat before closing his eyes. He feels a chill run through him before he opens his lids again and finally moves to clasp Darkleer's hand, the other placing itself on his shoulder.]

Okay...

[aim_exorable]

Thank you.

[A kiss to the tip of his nose.]

It will only be harder if you tense up. Try to relax.

[rebull]

You're welcome. [Manages a small smile before his nose wiggles from the kiss and he focuses again.]

I'll try, all right? You got me this far. I'm not one to back down once I've started.

[aim_exorable]

I know you aren't. Just try, and relax. Now, be the mirror to my footsteps- when I step forward, you step back. Count one-two-three in your head with each step, that should help you get the rhythm down.

Are you ready?

[rebull]

Uh... [That... doesn't sound too bad, right? His shoulders tense a little, glancing down at his feet.]

Yeah uh- sure.

[aim_exorable]

Alright. Then on three. One, two, and...

Three. [He starts to move, keeping his steps slow as he can and keeping the two of them in this same little space.]

[rebull]

[One, two th- oh god he's not ready!! Three is not enough, ugh.]

[Okay, he almost trips over his own two left feet but doesn't fall at least. Summoner does his best to keep in pace but never looks up, always eyes to the floor as he warily follows along.]

[aim_exorable]

[Well, as long as he's trying, that's all he can ask of him. Darkleer just does his best to help, humming a soft melody under his breath in hopes that will calm Summoner down at least slightly.]

[rebull]

[Hope you don't like those shoes too much, kinda... stepping on them a lot now. Despite that, he seems to be getting better as they continue, but has trip ups rather often...]

Ugh, this is- silly. I feel dumb.

[aim_exorable]

[Shoes are replaceable. The feet inside of them can barely feel a thing.]

You only feel dumb because you were convinced from the start that you would feel dumb. It's easier if, for just a moment, you continue to not care what anyone else thinks of it.

Just keep practicing. No one gets it perfect the first dance.

[rebull]

It's not really about other people? I uh, I guess I just- [A huff. HE thinks he looks silly like this. Anything intricate with his feet's always been odd since he's gotten his wings. But Summoner shuts up. No more complaining. Instead he focuses on trying to get better in step.]

[It's not too hard once he get's a rhythm in actually... And his wings have yet to get in the way at all! He's still pretty dang stuff with his movements, but he's at least starting to hit the mark more often.]

[aim_exorable]

[Well, if that's the issue, than Darkleer will do his best to try and take care of it. After a small while of practice, he dares another kiss to Summoner's face again.]

You're doing wonderfully, you know.

[rebull]

Oh yeah?

[Smiles, keeping his head tilted down but he glances up with a cheerful smile. Oh, kissing, right, he can lift his head up a little for that. It'll be short, yeah.]

[...Good thing you can keel him stepping on our feet, right?]

Ah hell-