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

[aim_exorable]

[It's not like Summoner's little bird feet give much pressure to someone who's been made like a tank.]

Don't worry about it. I distracted you, didn't I? Just get back into the music, the rhythm. Everything is just fine. One minor slip up will not get you culled.

[rebull]

[That's true. Light bones, yep.]

I gotta be distracted sometime during dancing, hey? Multitasking and all that? [Culled, haha, right. A deep breath. Summoner leans in a little more, clasping Darkleer's hand tighter and still looking down to his feet as he gets back in time.]

[aim_exorable]

That's when you'll be dancing properly. This is just a practice session. [He lightly rubs his fingers where they are against Summoner's back.] Alright?

[rebull]

[The rubbing on his back is slightly conflicting, but he's used to it with Darkleer so it just relaxes him, which is good. Lysunder, takes a breath and stops responding for a while as he focuses. He's not doing too bad as long as he watches his feet, which isn't really that good if you think about it. Occasionally he looks up to see if he can manage without looking down but he always messes up then.]

[aim_exorable]

[For just a few more minutes, he lets Summoner watch his feet, but then he's butting him on the head lightly to get his attention.]

Keep your head up, now. Remember where your feet go.

[rebull]

[The head butting gains his attention and he glances up, trying not to miss a step. His hands clench a little tighter, as if his attempt to stay up incase he falls.]

Right, uh, that shouldn't be too hard?

[Oh yeah, not at all!]

[Hey actually... it's not too bad right now.]

[aim_exorable]

It shouldn't.

[A reassuring squeeze to his hand and Darkleer continues on. Still making sure the pace isn't too much, although the music helps with this.]

That's right, you're doing wonderfully...

[rebull]

[The music does really help, and once he gets a good feel for the beat he starts to keep pace better.]

'Course I am.

[A wary smile, purposefully clenching Darkleer's hand a little tighter.]

Fast learner, I gotta be.

[aim_exorable]

And to think you were so worried before.

[His fingers rubs over the knuckles of the clenching hand.]

You're positively radiant. I won't doubt that are more than a few jealous of me, seeing you with me like this.

[rebull]

I'm still pretty damn worried.

[All this fucking dancing, it's fucking embarrassing. Why does everyone want to dance. Can't he just eat? Let him just eat.]

Heh, well I'll agree with that, but I bet it's more a uh, sweeping thing. Ya know? Jealous of the both of us. [Does his best to keep pace as he moves his head forward and touches their masks together for a moment.]

[aim_exorable]

Well, you don't need to be. I swear on the honor that I possess that you are doing wonderfully.

[Well, Darkleer wants to dance because he loves dancing and he loves Summoner. So. Also it is a ball, Summoner, dancing is a thing people will be interested in doing.]

I hardly see why anyone would be jealous of you for me, but I suppose I will have to rely on your word, won't I?

[rebull]

[Darkleer is very lucky Summoner loves him back. Also yes, this is a ball, you dance at balls- why again is he here?]

I uh, I don't really understand what you mean? Especially with out great you look in those strict threads.

[aim_exorable]

[He is the most luckiest, doesn't he know it. And he is here because a six sweep old bullied him into coming.]

I do not doubt that I look very fine in these clothes, but I doubt... Hm.

[rebull]

[Most luckiest, adorable.]

[Also shut up, Red is a force man, she's a fucking force.]

You doubt-?

[aim_exorable]

It's nothing. I'm simply... not sure about moirailegiances any time soon, which I will admit is what partially motivated me into attending.

Perhaps I'm just tired. I don't do as well at social events as well as you do, in terms of energy.

[rebull]

You don't have to be? Just uh... let it happen, ya know? [Smiles, his hand on Darkleer's shoulder moving fingers to slide into hair nearby them.]

Go with the wind, ya know? Work with things, don't force them. Got to take what you got and just wing it.

[aim_exorable]

I'm not sure how you let complete open vulnerability just happen, so no, I don't know.

[And he means a different kind of vulnerability that Summoner grants him. That is a bit different, both sexually and emotionally. There's still a lot he doesn't tell Summoner, after all, even though a good deal of it are things he desperately wishes he could release.]

[For a moment, he just stays silent, leaning closer to that hand while swaying in the music.]

...What if my serendipity is to have no moirail at all?

[rebull]

That's, no like... Expressing yourself should just come naturally, some people are just easier to talk to, ya know?

[Like six sweep old yellow bloods that are blunt as hell, ya know, like, that.... yeah.]

I suppose you could do that, but- not if you keep fucking with chucklefuck. You can still get hot blooded, Tink, takes a lot, but it still happens. A moirail can help with that. [Still keeping pace but screwing up a little more here and there due to concentrating on listening and answering properly.]

[aim_exorable]

...Yes? I suppose so.

[For some reason that sounds familiar, but he can't seem to place it right at this moment.]

I know, I know, but.. I am not saying that I do not wish for one. What if I'm not meant to have one?

[rebull]

How can you even know that?

[aim_exorable]

[Aaaaand that is silence. Just going back to concentrating on dancing now, don't mind him, Summoner. That mask sure makes judging his emotions a pain in the butt.]

[rebull]

[A small smile to himself, though his mask doesn't hide it too well at all. He goes silent too though, just dancing, his steps getting more in beat again.]

[aim_exorable]

[Eventually, the song comes to an end as all songs do, but Darkleer doesn't let go of Summoner. He just bends down to him, resting his forehead against his shoulder and keeping him close.]

...What if I will just ruin things again?

[rebull]

Well uh, there's your first mistake.

[Smiles, furrowing his brows and moving a hand up to the back of Darkleer's head as he stills his own steps now.]

What could I pity if you didn't fuck up a little?

[aim_exorable]

Yes, well, you're a matesprit, not a moirail.

[There's a pause and a shuffle as he pulls off his mask and banishes it to his sylladex. He's had enough of it, especially when he just wants to press his face down against Summoner's shoulder and breathe him in.]