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Mar 1, 2019 15:29:49 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Mar 1, 2019 15:29:49 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] Dorian did not often come to the capital but when he did it was for a good reason. Such as the Meloetta Ball that was held with the dawn of the summer season. The time when life was flourishing. [break][break] It wasn't often one could get within the royal castle so that made it a special time of year. Dorian like so many had flocked to the lavish halls in the look of a good time. Something he rarely did given his serious nature. Tonight was special and he felt the need to cast himself aside at least for a time so long as he wore his mask. [break][break] He was well dressed in a basic black tuxedo. Opting out of both bow tie and a normal tie. Rather it was just buttoned firmly up to his chest and his blue eyes scanned the crowd. A pink colored mask hung over his face with a red colored jewel on the forehead. Not that it was obvious beyond his hair. The espeon mask rested against the bridge of his nose hiding the scar underneath. [break][break] His steps were evened as he walked along the outskirts of the floor. His gaze going to those dancing in the center. High society having taught them how to dance in unison to the music. A desire to join them brimmed up but he kept it in check. He was only a scholar and had no training to dance in step. As the night wore on he'd join them. When their steps were too drunken to make much difference. [break][break] No instead he grabbed a flute of liquid and began to eye the men and women outside the dance floor. Who did he want to be his next mistake? [break][break] [break][break] | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Mar 4, 2019 21:10:56 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Mar 4, 2019 21:10:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]fancy seeing you here It was... strange, being in the castle once again. Looking over the bustling hallways and ballroom, she could still hear the laughter of she and the Prince, childish and innocent as they chased each other through the empty rooms. The memory brought a ghost of a smile to Brenne's face, cool grey eyes scanning over where they used to hide. The new vase sitting atop a podium, replacing the one that they had accidentally broken during their horse playing. The little nook by the large windows where she would oft see Siegfried staring out to the gardens, dreams of adventure and glory alight in his eyes. Letting out a hum, the Huntress brushed a lock of charcoal dyed hair from her bare shoulder, the leather backing of her elegant black dress stretching taught against her skin. Deep grey pierced through a simple dark mask as she scanned the crowd of lords and ladies dancing to the beat. Chattering aimlessly as they drunk from deep glasses. Skimming over the guests, her gaze nearly passed over a familiar mop of hair before she caught herself, locking onto the man in the pink mask. A smirk dusted her lips as she strode forward, reaching out and swiping a glass of spirit from a passing waiter with a seeming practiced ease. Within moments she found herself next to the man, eyes alight with a mischievous gleam. "Doctor Dorian, what a pleasant surprise." Her unmistakable gravelly voice a sharp contrast with her feminine black dress, temporarily black hair pulled back into elegant braids, colorful beads and feathers adorning the raven locks with pops of bright blues, purples, and greens. Lifting her glass to him in greeting, balanced gracefully between two fingers, she took a small sip of the bitter, fruity drink. "Quite a lovely party, wouldn't you say?" She mused, skimming over the dance floor before turning her attention back to the doctor once more. There was a strange expression on his face. Was it longing? Her smirk turned to more of an honest smile, taking another sip of her beverage. "Would you like to dance?"It wouldn't hurt to ask. She was supposed to be blending in for the time being, after all. Dancing at a ball was only natural. [newclass=.minisnailhouse a]font: 7pt roboto; color: #666666;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse]width: 500px;[/newclass][newclass=.monody]-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%); /* Safari 6.0 - 9.0 */filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.Chromeleft]width: 79px; height: 200px; float: left; background-image: url('http://i66.tinypic.com/29eggfm.png'); -webkit-filter: grayscale(100%); /* Safari 6.0 - 9.0 */filter: grayscale(100%); transition: all 0.8s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.Chromeleftoverlay]width: 79px; height: 30px; padding-top: 170px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); transition: all 0.8s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse:hover .Chromeleftoverlay]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.3); transition-duration: 0.8s; transition-timing-function: ease-out;[/newclass][newclass=.Chromeright]width: 420px; height: 200px; float: right; background-image: url('http://i66.tinypic.com/29eggfm.png'); transition: all 0.8s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.Chromeoverlay]width: 420px; height: 80px; padding-top: 120px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); transition: all 0.8s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse:hover .Chromeoverlay]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.45); transition-duration: 0.8s; transition-timing-function: ease-out;[/newclass][newclass=.puppycat]width: 200px; font-size: 5pt; font-family: roboto; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; float: left; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px; opacity: 0; transition: all 0.5s linear; [/newclass][newclass=.lemonsoda]width: 0px; height: 1px; background-color:#f5f5f5; float: left; transition: all 0.5s linear; [/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse:hover .lemonsoda]width: 200px; transition: all 0.5s linear; [/newclass][newclass=.NOSTALGIA]width: 0px; height: 1px; background-color: #f1f1f1; float: left; z-index: 2px; position: relative; transition: all 0.5s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse:hover .NOSTALGIA]width: 280px; transition-duration: 0.5s; transition-timing-function: ease-out;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse a]font-size: 5pt; font-family: roboto; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; font-weight: normal;[/newclass][newclass=.snailhouse:hover .puppycat]opacity: 1; transition: 0.7s; transition-delay: .5s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][newclass=.Stayingforawhile]width: 50px; height: 50px; border: 4px solid #ffffff; transform: rotate(45deg); position: relative; margin-bottom: -28px;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Mar 4, 2019 22:50:20 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Mar 4, 2019 22:50:20 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] Dorian started at his name turning to the ravenette who walked up to him. Her voice was familiar like he'd only heard it a fortnight ago. Yet the hair was off and the mask hid half her face. Did he know her? The only people willing to call him by name were usually patients. [break][break] That was it; his eyes took in her long sleek form in her dark dress. But his eyes rested on something else than her breast. Her arm where the skin was just a tad lighter. The arbok bitten woman she had also had a gravel-like voice. Yet...her hair...it puzzled him. [break][break] "It is indeed a lovely party," Dorian said looking away before his gaze could be considered rude. Her next question had him looking at her once more though. [break][break] "I'm afraid I only know the mere basics. Not nearly enough to move in sync with the crowd. If you don't mind a potential flop of a partner," Dorian said apologetically. Yet the idea of dancing still held a part of his desires for tonight. "I admittedly didn't have any interest in school but now I wish I had picked up a class or two. It's quite a beautiful and skilled sight to behold." [break][break] The ball was open to everyone though and even as he rejected the idea of joining the center his eyes wandered a little more outwards. Where those not used to high society did their best to mimic the beautiful flowing movements of their noblemen and women. A sad sight to say the least and yet if he were to dance that is where it would be. [break][break] How many hours of practice did these people have to move seamlessly with the music? He had no idea but he imagined it was just like learning anything else. Time, patience, skill and calculations. [break][break] "I must say you look quite lovely tonight. You've done something quite unusual with your hair," Dorian inquired offering his arm as an escort. [break][break] [break][break] | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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Mar 9, 2019 23:56:04 GMT -5 |
Post by Brenne Orvar on Mar 9, 2019 23:56:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","snailhouse"] [attr="class","Chromeleft"] [attr="class","Chromeleftoverlay"] [attr="class","NOSTALGIA"] [attr="class","Chromeright"] [attr="class","Chromeoverlay"] [attr="class","lemonsoda"] [attr="class","puppycat"]a lovely winter waltz Giving a well-mannered chuckle, Brenne slid her arm into Dorian's. Passing off her drink to a nearby servant, her cool grey never left his deep blue as the Huntress gave the man a pleasant smile. "Dancing is nothing to worry about, dear Doctor. Once you get a hang of the rhythm and the steps, it is as easy as breathing." She mused, her ruined voice giving a strangely entrancing tint to her cracked words. "I'll be happy to teach you as we go." There was a vaguely teasing tone to her uncharacteristically light banter, step-in-step with Dorian they walked to the dance floor, giving him a playful wink as they went.
As soon as her feet hit the polished ground, Brenne was hit with a tidal wave of nostalgia. Instead of Dorian, it was the Prince. Younger, a very reluctant frown on his face and a general air of displeasure around him. One of his hands in her's, rough- even then scarred and calloused- skin meeting smooth and youthful. His other rested on her waist. The vindictive instructor griping about how he needed to put more confidence into his steps, have a firmer grip on her. She can remember the sting of the instructor's thin stick against her head as she snickered at the heavy grimace on the Prince's face.
Brenne couldn't help but snort at the memory, eyes alight as she held Dorian's hand in hers, guiding his other to her waist before resting her own on his shoulder. "Follow my steps, okay? I have you, don't worry. Just let the music guide you. Ready? One-two-three and one-two-three and one-..." Her voice was soft as she instructed him, movements slow yet elegant and graceful. A simple waltz, easy and relaxed, the perfect dance to start with. After awhile her words faded as Dorian hopefully grew more confident in the motions, covering his awkward and novice steps with her impressive fluidity.
"Having fun, dear Doctor?" She asked, lifting their joined hands as she gave a smooth twirl under his arm in time with the other dancers. Her dress flared with the movement, showing off her toned legs before the fabric settled back down as she returned to the starting position. There was an effortless transition on her part back to the waltz, meeting his gaze once more. The edges of her eyes crinkled with her smile, swaying to the music as they danced together.
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Mar 10, 2019 8:27:56 GMT -5 |
Post by Dorian Farseer on Mar 10, 2019 8:27:56 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","pirate-cover2"] [attr="class","pirate-cover"] | [attr="class","pirate-tri"] [attr="class","pirate-tri2"] [attr="class","pirate-content"] [attr="class","pirate-content2"] His question was ignored as she agreed to teach him. It seemed there was more to the issue than meets the eye. He listened to her words but a tinge of weariness came over him. He was no fool and without an answer to quell his thoughts the worst came to mind. [break][break] He let her guide him his eyes resting on her face as they got into hold. Then came the steps and he cast the faintest looks downwards. Looking to make sure he led with the right foot and not step on her toes. It was much like walking the movement between feet was back and forth so he quickly became accustomed to it. His gaze returning upwards. [break][break] "I am despite myself," Dorian responded with a slight smile. "I am just as eager to dance as I am anxious to mess up." [break][break] His honest words hiding a slightly deeper thought. There was only one reason why someone would dye their hair and come to this ball. A spy? Or an assassin? Only one could really lead to this night becoming a disaster. [break][break] "I find both sides are fools," He said leaning in closer and following her movements. "Just be careful." Simple and quick sentences to keep prying ears from getting the full message. As both could be taken any number of ways. [break][break] To warn an enemy of the kingdom. Part of him wondered if he had gone mad the other wondered why she chose the side she did. He figured he would never truly know unless he betrayed the kingdom. Something he was unwilling to do. It would be counterproductive to his idea of saving lives if he could not travel freely. [break][break] "I must say this music and movement is quite soothing. I may not have tripped over myself yet but the moment they change the pace I bet I will," Dorian said leaning back once more. The subject getting lighter in a moment. Her secret whatever it may be was safe with him. He didn't want to be the one to kill her. [break][break] [break][break] | [attr="class","pirate-liner"] [attr="class","pirate-big"]死になる [attr="class","pirate-small"]I fear not even death. [attr="class","pirate-img"] |
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