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.
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Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:10 am (UTC)The masque, the man asking her to dance, none of it seemed terribly important. Ethereal; in a sense. There was only the fact that someone had cared.
And that was very kind indeed.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:12 am (UTC)Only a moment, though, and then he's steadied as the young warrior again.
"When it suits me."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:17 am (UTC)She is dancing with something that escapes her scope. Something someone might very well pray to.
"I think it is right, to be kind." She finally found her voice, feet moving slowly.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:19 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:22 am (UTC)"There is a moral matter in that point. Does everyone deserve kindness?"
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:24 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:29 am (UTC)"There is someone I must stop. When my door comes back. And I don't know if I have the strength."
The truth of the matter spilled from her, but she didn't pause in the dancing. It was impossible to stop.
"I love her like a sister."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:31 am (UTC)"More reason to stop her, then. There's more ways to save a girl than one."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:34 am (UTC)The sound of blasphemy. Blasphemy was not a word Witches used, Thea knew. But somehow it seemed wrong to say it to one such as him.
"She can't stop destroying human men. It's in her nature. And there's no law against it..."
Doubt crept into her voice, she let her feet lead her, considered her true feelings on the matter.
"But it's not right."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:38 am (UTC)"Aphrodite incarnate. The goddess herself?"
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:41 am (UTC)The lady tipped her masked face, seeming thoughtful, her grace momentarily stumped.
"There's a tale of Maya and Hellewise our ancestors. Hellewise was good and gracious. Maya went bad."
Beat.
"Blaise is often compared to Maya. Looks like her too."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:46 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:48 am (UTC)"Where I come from, it isn't seen as wrong to hurt a human."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:49 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:52 am (UTC)"But shifters, werewolves, the vampires and others..." She trailed off.
"It's a moot point anyway, since my door isn't there. But a moral dilemna that has plagued me since my arrival here."
Because humans were just like her...some of them even understood.
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:54 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 12:58 am (UTC)She pushed them away. "But tonight, is for dancing."
Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 01:00 am (UTC)Re: Dance Floor
Date: 2006-08-13 01:06 am (UTC)She played her part very well. The maiden, spinning and following his lead; dancing with a grace fashioned from years of yoga and paying attention. And for a while, she forgot how lonely she was, forget how terribly much she missed Viktor and simply allowed herself to be.