Inspiration
One
The Ballroom flourished with life. Gentlemen setting the pace of the room, each of them leading their fragile partners into a slow turn, delicate footwork causing a constant drifting motion, all almost in sync. Each individual bared jeweled fabrics, concealing their features from the masses under a masquerade of sparkles.
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In the center danced a troubled couple. The lady, cause of so many whispers to circle through the ballroom as she moved with such little care. Her dress weaved with soft fabrics, taking a ghostly white color with brown decor. The man in a crimson shaded Tunic, patterned in white. The duo wore frowns yet their dance was not hindered, once required their hands would part & they'd exchange partners with another. The Woman's face whilst concealed was mournful, no words to be spoken but her grip was tight, elegant stature swaying as if desperately trying to outshine all those around her yet there was none to judge. The evening faded further & further under the moonlight as the duo exchanged countless partners, yet the woman's gaze couldn't go long without needing to search out the familiar crimson garb.
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How his gaze pierced her heart without even being directed for her. His whispers like Venom closing her lungs, yet they were not for her to hear. The time to exchange partners came, but the Crimson Garbed man failed to do so. Instead, he'd allow himself to consort with a single raven haired charmer. The duo remained close, exchanging silent words as his sky blue gaze fell lost in her jade. Caught in the fleeting moment, lips would touch & a brief fit of passion would be shared.
Eight
The Music fell soft & the evening slowly settled with none to pay notice to the duo as they drifted for the sidelines. The duo converse as they were handed two sparkling glasses of a yellow tinted wine. Whispers circled that the center of attention, the lady that once dazzled the floor with grace had exited the building in a fit of rage. Alas, the night went on & music had once again picked up. A fateful sip was all that was required before a choked cry was uttered, though swiftly suppressed by the divine tune. The gentleman of crimson had faded into the crowd, collecting a new broad upon the way. The Raven haired woman's features fell blue, concealed under her exquisite mask. Her hand waved as she crumbled to the floor but none offered the time of day as all remained lost in the gaze of their partners, trapped in their own bubble of deviant whispers & Sweet nothings.
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