tragic_mask | Le Masquerade

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The ballroom itself is a burst of dazzling light. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling are two gold-wrought chandeliers, both of which glow brightly over the occasion, and tall lanterns shine throughout the room.

The grand staircase descends with a flourish and opens onto the main ballroom. A balcony, which providing a clear view of the goings-on below, runs all the way around the edge of the room. It can be reached via any of the four spiral staircases in each corner of the ballroom.

Below, the wooden dance floor flickers gently in the light from above, and musicians in the side room play soft, classical music. Meg Giry, the dance mistress for tonight, is on the floor with a microphone in hand.

A low, wooden bar in the corner provides hors d’oeuvres and drinks to revelers; small tables for two sprinkle the area.

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He left to get some drinks, and ended up stopping by the balcony. Briefly watching the people below. A view he was very familiar with, and any opportunity to be higher than most he took.

Gentlemen or git, you make the call on the young man in dress robes wearing an elaborate dragon mask.

The girl, dressed more like a boy. Easy to mistake with a loose tunic, gives a brief bow towards the gentleman sharing the balcony with her.

She looks oddly formal now, but as she straightens the corner of her mouth quirks.

Indeed, so he bowed back. Could be anyone he supposed.

"Good evening."

So could he. Easy to mistake when all are masked.

"Sir." The voice soft and lilting, but clearly that of a girl. There is something mocking, even in the way she says the word.

Definitely caught the mocking tone, but there was traces of it in his tone in as well. He was rather gifted with imitating other voices when he was making fun, so if his tones suggested a certain Boy-Who-Lived(Won't-Be-Laid)...it's just coincedence, yes?

"Enjoying the view?"

Not that Draco would know, but all her mannerisms, bows and sweeping courtliness were stolen from her knight.

No, hers no longer.

"I am." Her eyes flick over him and Kaye spins a grape in her pocket. She can be anything she wants tonight.

Likewise in his case. Be anyone else. Somebody popular and well liked.

"Always liked being up high. Watching over everything below."

"Up in the clouds nothing can hurt you." The mask tilts, staring at him briefly then swivelled to face the crowd.

"Except the sun."

"Exactly," his own mask tilted back towards her for a moment.

"And well, just have to watch as you fly."

nor from Hell, one step, no more than from himself, can fly

The eyes, windows to the soul, close tightly; then regard him with complete solemnity.

"And how does one fly, Sir, when she has had her wings broken?"

He started at that briefly.

Finally he replied, "...Need new wings then, I suppose? Or something else to help fly?"

"Some people are meant to sink." A toss of her feathered head, suddenly fey she laughs.

"Some people..." He started to say, but forgot his role here. Supposed to say something encouraging here, wasn't he?

"Only if they want to. Though, the skies would be crowded if everybody could." A trace of a smirk behind the dragon mask briefly.

"deserve to sink." She finishes the first sentence, oblivious to his encouraging remark. A step back and the bells on her boots jangle joyfully.

"Some people drown others instead. And what of you, Lord?" The sly smile returns, brown eyes sparkling.

Normally he'd certainly think so.

"Me?" Think of what he say to such.

"Well, some people save others, too. What of them?"

"Usually? They die a horrible death when someone betrays them."

Death would be a kindness, the morbid teenage part of her brain thinks.

Looks downwards. "Forgive me my strange thoughts." Supposed to play the lady, but just a girl. Only a girl. And how can a girl hold on to things she doesn't want to lose?

"That's sometimes true," He allowed himself to admit. Probably will likely to happen to Potter one day. Certainly happened to his precious Headmaster.

He added softly, "Not that strange. It's a strange night. Thoughts go along with it."

"And a strange lady." She offers, eyes darker than they have any right to be.

"Seen stranger," Grey dragon eyes peered back at her.

"And who isn't around here?" He gave a small laugh, and whirled around on one foot.

"You haven't seen anything." The quiet voice scares her. Kaye almost forgets it's her own.

Grey eyes. So close to silver. Silver eyes haunt her every step.

"Only fools have cause to dance as the sun burns down the sky."

He surprised himself by saying, "I haven't. I wouldn't let myself see. Afraid what might be there."

Off the prose, he added, "That why you mentioned the sun? Got burned once? Maybe drowning in cool depths would be better."

"The sun dies every night."

Prose, pain, whirling in her brain. Kaye might be excused, for her insanity, but it's part of her nature.

Fey breeds fey. They all return to faerie in the end.

"Maybe I just need someone to pull me up."

The mask tilted again as he nodded.

"Need new wings as I said. Or someone else with wings."

"He's gone." For a moment it seems like she may cry. Then her legs skip, jingling furiously and she's laughing again.

Hide the pain, win the day.

Draco almost stepped towards her with concern, but stopped himself.

"Not good to dwell on depressing topics. Too nice a night," he said instead.

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