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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:05 pm
He finally spotted her...and the boys she was talking to. Time to re-establish something.
With stealth aquired from a young age, Ian was able to make his way to the back of Danni without her taking notice.
Grabbing her hand, and whisking away the punch she held with the other so it was out of the way, he twirlled her around to face him. Bowing low over her hand in an overly extravagent gesture, he kissed her hand and grinned. "A most lovely evening, my lady. It's a shame the beauty of this place will go unnoticed." He straightened up. "You've stollen the show."
Sensing defeat, the boys that had been stopped in mid-sentece walked dejectedly away.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:06 pm
Rosie, not being able to stand it any longer, finally whispered up frantically to Colin.
"See? People, with wings! And a fairy just came onto the dance floor! I was right!"
Well, needless to say, she was quite pleased with herself for finally having the moment to say she wasn't crazy. There was even a girl with white wings standing in the room as well. It was all... overwhelming.
Fern giggled gayly as she was expertly spun 'round the floor. People were staring at her wings, but she didn't care. Her light fae feet matched Gavin's steps perfectly, as she, too, had been taught how to dance for the fae celebrations back home.
"You're a fine partner!" she exclaimed to Gavin, who she thought to be utterly amazing at this point in time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:14 pm
Okay, maybe he'd played that one too cool. He had meant to imply that he wasn't adverse to the 'alone' part changing, but his tone had apparently put MaryAnne on edge, possibly even offended her. Once again, she was the timid, skittish creature he had met his first day on campus. That irrational part of himself that he was learning to hate wanted him to jump into action, reassure her that her company wasn't only tolerated but rather desired. He reined it in. Out of your league, he reminded it sternly. Still... Even when he crossed out all the adjectives his overactive emotions wanted to add to her description, MaryAnne was still someone with a pretty face and a good reputation, the type of person with whom Gerald would want to be associated, even with the wings. There was still a chance to recover her. For a moment, he fought to merge his feelings and calculations into something resembling agreement. "Only if you want," he ended up saying in answer to her questioning tone. Tilting his head slightly and looking up at her, he made his expression softer. Then, he tacked on a question of his own, trying to make the conversation continue. "Are you enjoying the ball so far?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:17 pm
Dannis' face immediately lit up. A grin found a way onto her lips.
" Through no fault of my own, though I daresay, you could give me a run for my money." She winked at him and leaned in to peck him on the cheek.
" It's lovely to see you, Ian." She slipped an arm through his, took her punch back, and looked as if she had been there forever.
" So, how have you been?" She asked, quirking a brow up at him.
Colin chuckled as they made their way off the floor to rest.
" I never thought you were crazy, dear." He said, guessing her look correctly.
" It is rather incredible, though." He said, throwing an arm about her as they sat on a small sofa. He looked about the room and was quite amazed.
Gavin smiled, and swept Fern into an elegant spin.
" Nearly 45 years of practice, mellonamin. You are quite wonderful, aswell." He winked at her in a cute way and continued to whirl them around the dancefloor.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:22 pm
Half-smiling, Ian shrugged. "Oh, not too bad. Keeping in shape, both body and mind mostly. I explored the campus a bit, but nothing to note." He returned the question. "And yourself? Have you been making friends of our fellow students yet?" He figured she might have, but he also recalled her mentioning childhood friends of hers. Could they be here?
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:31 pm
Annabelle Souris was the first half of the couple to step through the door. Her eyes sparkled immediately with the shimmering lights of the place, as did her fine elven silver jewelry and the beading upon her dress. Anna was light, though her heart wasn't entirely peaceful. Balls always made her a bit uneasy, as she had little skill in dancing and often forgot little mannerisms of etiquette. She was at home in the dirt of an excavation site, or within the branches of a tree reading a novel. But, with Pyralis at her side, perhaps this place would serve to be just as magical as she wanted it to be.
"Pyralis, dear," she said as he came by her side. "I must warn you that I ran away frequently from my dance lessons when I was younger, and am sure to suffer because of it tonight."
Fern once again giggled, like tinkling crystal.
"Well, I have forty-six years of experience, Gavin. We fae are quite the party-givers, and that always requires a good dance."
Not all of which occurred with feet on the ground. Flying arrangements were also made, but of course Gavin didn't have wings and couldn't know of such things.
Rosie, too, examined the place with awe. How did her parents not know about all of this? They would hardly have let her come had they known about fairies and angels running around.
"Eh, just like you," she muttered, taking his hand in hers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:41 pm
Gavin rolled his eye and stuck his tounge out at her playfully.
" Yeah, yeah. This is actually the first Ball I've been to that doesnt have all the verbal swordplay and posturing and the tangible chill. It's really nice, but not what I thought it would be." He grinned suddenly.
" I didn't think I'd have such a pretty lass on my arms, and a Fae at that." He winked at her.
Colin smiled in a gentle manner and gave her a quick kiss.
" Yes, I suppose that is alot like me to be so calm. And it's like you to spaz a little bit, so we balance eachother out." He threaded his fingers through hers and began twiddling with them.
" Would you like me to get you anything, love?" He asked, looking down with love to the face of his girlfriend.
Danni smiled and handed him a cup of punch.
" I've been well. Made friends with another girl, met up with my other friends, and met a very hot guy. Sad to say, my friend already adores him, so.." She sighed theatrically before winking at him.
" But, I'm content."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:47 pm
 MaryAnne paused, staring at him. She had the urge to feel disgusted at how he was acting, hiding himself - though it wasn't like he knew she knew. The blond angel fell silent, an undefined look in her crystal blue eyes.
"Gerald..." She murmured, her features composing into a frown that didn't suit her at all. "Why don't you just...? Let yourself be who you want to? You shouldn't force yourself to keep up an image." She sighed the words, shaking her head slightly; the angel didn't understand why anyone would do such a thing. With her, the most important thing was being yourself, who you wanted to be; she'd never try an force someone to do something they didn't want to.
"But, uhm..." She murmured, looking away from him. "I'm enjoying it, I suppose. The decorations are beautiful. Everyone looks so glamorous."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:59 pm
"My A'mael, I should mention I've had dance lessons myself, but...let's just say that blasts of fire are a deterrent to skipping out on them." With a reassuring smile he gave her a smooth twirl, fully in control. "There have been a few balls over the centuries." Not that any of them were spent dancing the way he was going to dance tonight. He had his perfect fit now. Whether she knew it or not, Anna would be just fine on the dance floor.
He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. "Always here, just remember that." That was the first step in dance. You had to know that your partner was there.
Mid-sip, he faked being struck through the heart when hearing about a very hot guy. "You have struck me to my core, but I am glad you are content." He returned the wink. "Though I think we can do better."
Setting his punch aside, Ian gestured to the dance floor. "Shall we try a few steps of our own?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:09 pm
Damien grinned slightly as he watched his dear friend Anna enter the ball room along with her partner Pyralis.
He leaned back in his chair slightly and looked down at his untouched plate of food while readjusting his tie again for the ten millionth time that night.
He sighed slightly and leaned over placing his head on the table, closing his eyes and trying to block out all the noise and chatter going on in the ball room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:13 pm
Gavin earned a good blush from Fern with that remark.
"Aye, well, thank you kindly. But I didn't think I'd be dancing with an elven noble who makes me feel like a regular Lady with every turn and step."
Truth be told, she felt like a princess next to him, but she wouldn't let that on just yet, if it wasn't already plain how fond of him she was.
"I'll trust you," she whispered back, with light brown eyes shining up at him.
Annabelle Souris looked out over the student population with a warm, almost motherly expression. They were all having fun, it seemed. Spinning out on the floor, sitting and enjoying one another's company. She could see an angel speaking with a regular boy, and an elf dancing with a fae. So many cultural and racial meetings were going on about her that she almost forgot how important her current relationship was in carrying out that message of understanding.
"I do wonder, though, how the students will take their dear, bookish admissions leader coming with an absolutely dashing date, and dancing just as merrily as the rest of them. Shall we find out, love?" Anna had that mischievous look about her, as if she was dying to make an impression upon the younger generation regardless of the fine surroundings.
"I'm a good spaz." Rosie looked up with a comical, crinkled little expression as she stuck her tongue out a bit.
It almost pained her to hear him call her 'love', though it was probably just a pet name, she told herself. If there was one goal to the entire night, it was to let Colin know that he was so deeply appreciated.
"Why don't we go together to get some food, maybe grab a table for everyone? Even though it sure looks like they flew the coop."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:52 pm
Gerald fell completely still, staring up at MaryAnne in blank shock. What did she...? How...? No. She couldn't know all of it; he was reading into her statement too much. She must be referring to the generic 'cool' act he threw at most social situations. Even so... he was surprised she noticed anything at all beyond the act, never mind bothered to say something about it. His opinion of her shifted slightly; she was more observant than he would have guessed. For a moment, thinking of the way she had looked at him, something inside him actually felt bad about it all. It wasn't that he wanted to stop the acting... it was more that he wished that she hadn't seen past it. He wished she had just accepted it, like everyone else did. Instead, she had seen and recognized it for what it was, and even worse, she disapproved. But she had it all wrong, even in the way she asked the question. He was being who he wanted to be. She didn't realize that it wasn't like a mask, where there was a totally different person underneath. Behind the image, Gerald wasn't anything. If he wasn't making the image, he wouldn't even exist. There wasn't anything else. In the very next sentence, she was moving on and talking about, of all things, images. She looked at the ball and she saw the surface, not what was underneath it. He breathed out lightly, barely a sigh, and his expression slipped back into neutrality. "Paints a pretty picture," he observed. There was something pointed in his tone, as though he was saying more than just that. All images. The world is made of images...
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 6:13 pm
The angel fought with herself to say nothing more and found herself slipping into a strained, awkward silence. Her painted lips parted for her to say something, but she twisted the pinched fabric of her dress between her fingers and just shut her mouth again, blue eyes going to the floor.
MaryAnne bowed her head and shifted her grip on the upper layer of her gown, nearly crinkling it; her wings opened then refolded, adjusting. What had she done? She shouldn't have said anything at all and just forgotten about it. Inwardly, she screamed at herself, and her eyes closing, lips pursed as she wished she didn't have her gift, or atleast had better control of it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:03 pm
Of the many reactions he imagined, this had not been one of them. He found himself examining her, trying to figure out what was going on. It was easier to look at her when she had her eyes closed. The part of him that had gone cold and defensive at her accusations melted away. God, she was beautiful. Her expression, however, was not. She looked so angry. If only he could rewind and erase everything... He didn't know why she had come over to his table, but he had never felt so clearly that he could never be good enough for her. You are an idiot, the better part of him told the other. And it was true. Nothing about this conversation had gone as planned. MaryAnne hadn't fallen into her role as easily as everyone else seemed to. If there were a way to salvage all this, he certainly couldn't figure it out. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, turning his head away in defeat, and he really was sorry. He couldn't be who she thought he should be. If he tried, it would only be another act. "Apparently, I always manage to say just the wrong thing."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:48 pm
"So we shall." Re-adjusting his hand over his love's, Pyralis led Anna out to the dance floor.
The music was playing for a slow waltz. Grinning, the dragon positioned himself and guided the elf's hands. They were in position and then the dance began.
The couple started slow. Their movements were simple, perfectly matched to the tempo of the delicate dance. Then, giving her hand a quick squeeze, Pyralis pulled them into more intracate patterns. "You are the essence of grace."
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