Le Masquerade
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tragic_mask[ooc: please go first to the Through the Door thread. Thanks.]
ETA: As of this thread, all new threads in the masquerade are now after midnight [the links below are now re-linked to after-midnight sub-threads]. React at your leisure.
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.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-12 06:46 am (UTC)bruises on her throat and collarbone either healed or hidden her scar his name carved above her breast and hidden by a delicate ruffle of red red red best to work with it quickly before it dries the trick is to start at the joints
"They do that, you know."
She leans forward and drags her tongue across his lower lip.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-12 06:55 am (UTC)He bites on her tongue before she draw away yet, cupping a gloved hand behind her head. Fingers through her hair, pulling.
(Catch her and pin her, a beautiful specimen pinned to a velvet board behind clean glass and varnished wood, preserved perfectly because he should collect and she could be a butterfly.)
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-12 07:00 am (UTC)(is it right, butterfly? they like you better framed and dried)
Long fingered (clever knife wielding) hands clutch at his hips, nails digging in through well-tailored fabric.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 03:34 am (UTC)(the thin sting of the first cut, the pressure of a knife)
His hand slides from her waist, fingers splaying over her side, counting her ribs.
(Right here. But--he thinks-- she'll give as good as she gets./i>)
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 03:52 am (UTC)beautiful killer
One hand in the small of his back to (find the sweet spot fourth lumbar down abdomnial aorta) pull him closer.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 04:13 am (UTC)Patrick twists her lower lip between his teeth, breaking their kiss, whispering sweet nothings, his escaping internal monologue. "... a pair of pruning shears, four forks, and fifty sewing needles. Sweetheart, foreplay shouldn't involve a trip to the infirmary, but I don't see it any other way."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 04:22 am (UTC)"Honey, you're sick," she murmurs, tone almost affectionate.
"Has nobody ever showed you what your own blood looks like?"
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 04:39 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 04:53 am (UTC)"we may well tear each other apart before we get to anything fun."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:03 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:11 am (UTC)"Then I'm afriad we might not get along as well as I had hoped. I don't do submissive well (with you), darling."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:17 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:23 am (UTC)"Just another pair of bar-crossed lovers, I guess."
pity
bet I could have made him scream
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:27 am (UTC)The skull smiles, "Thank you for the dance." and offers the most subtle suggestion of a bow. Straightens up, turns elegantly, and departs the dance floor.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 05:34 am (UTC)She curtseys before joining the others mingling around the room.