*Okay, thanks for bringing her in. But could you explain what is going on so I don't get mixed up?*
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gamblig is fun when you're with me(I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gamblig is fun when you're with me(I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gamblig is fun when you're with me(I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun
The palace was in full throttle prepping for the ball. Servants were running through the halls, putting up decorations, and trying to make everything perfect for the evening.
I had been summoned to the ball room by Vincent himself. I really did do things for him. I was like his personal secretary. I kept him informed on everything that was going on in the realm and I scheduled him for different things. I was also, at times, his advisor.
I walked into the room, where there was plenty of activity going on. Vincent was standing over by the windows, talking with one of the designers. When he saw me, his face softened slightly. "Ah, Lilly, I was just thinking about you."
A humorless smile curved my lips. "Wonderful."
He frowned. "Are you not well?" he asked.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Do I have to be unwell to make a joke?"
He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I've been meaning to talk to you."
My heart sped up slightly, and when the smile did reach his eyes, I knew that he could hear it. "About what?"
**Alright, I haven't posted in a while, so I'll just go over her preparations of something (; **
Becca
I turned to look in the mirror. I was almost done, but I wanted to check everything out. I looked at my reflection and I would taken everything off if I Joshua hadn't been escorting me. The girl looking at me was not Rebecca Sanders. It was someone completely different. The girl before me stood in an elegant gown that flowed to the floor. Her silver hair was slightly curled and waving to the middle of her back with a shimmering crystal flower holding some of her hair to the side of her head.
I turned away. That was definetly not me. I sighed because I knew that I looked stupid. I would never dress like this again. This was not me. As many times as I thought it, I couldn't help but notice that I actually looke pretty. I grimanced and finished by putting on my silver flats. I was done. Finally.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
My eyes fluttered open, with Moses's head shoved in my face. I yawned and noticed I slept in my gown. Stupid, Leslie. Were you that tired?
I went over to my mirror and looked at myself. There was a stream of crustiness coming from my eyes. Was I crying? I shrugged the thought of, and looked at the time.
It was nearly one o'clock! God, Leslie! How could you sleep that late! I quickly took a shower and changed out of my dress. The ball started at seven o' clock (??) so I had approximatly six hours to wait and dream about the time of my life. And of course the love of my life, Vincent. King of Nightmares. I was just off to go vist him until someone knocked on my door.
I suited up and slicked back my hair, and thought about what I'd need to impress Larinda. An idea sprang to life in my mind, it was like a super bright light bulb. I smiled, straightened my tie and rushed out the door.
I walked to the flower market, looking through the meanings of each kind and color. The jasmine flower stood for grace and elegance, there was another one that caught my eye. Iris, it was absolutely beautiful and was contorted into an amazing sight, the meaning of it was, Inspiration. Larinda's flower
I went to the counter of the shop and asked them to make me the prettiest iris bouquet. I pushed the money in front of them and they rushed to begin.
"we'll have it ready in an hour." They told me. I nodded and walked out of the shop, wondering what else I should get her.
Hmm, I think the old ways will make her think. It always makes me, so why not her as well. I thought as I sat down on a bench in front of the store.
**Sorry I have been out for a few days. I'm going to jump the gun to the ball now if ya'll dont mind **
Joshua
He was not only stressed out because of what happened at the castle, but he was nervous now too for the ball. He was escorting a lovely girl and he had to speak with Vincent again, of which he was sure. All in all, it was going to be a hard night if things didnt run smoothly.
Even still, he was more excited then anything to be able to go to the ball and to enjoy the calm night of dancing and socializing. Although he much prefered his afternoons in the meadow with the vast notebooks in which William had written about everything, he was glad to have some opportunity to not sound so alone.
For being alone was what plagued the sheets that seldom any knew of except he. The rolls of parchment and the scriptures of many a dreams in which consisted of the wildest ideas imaginable. William was truly a master at his art, a dream creator above all dream creators. He was meant to be king... and yet now he was gone.
"I will visit your dreams again... someday..." He whispered before looking in the mirror. His tux was black and perfectly pressed, a red rose in his fingers, contrasting the crimson of his hair. He smiled slightly then shifted back into an expressionless face. Alone... he wasnt fooling anyone.
He then left back to the park in which he knew he would see Becca there, probably the most glorious creature imaginable.
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Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
I walked outside in the park, looking for Joshua. I hadn't put my mask on...yet. I felt uncomfortable in te dress. I felt so...exposed. I didn't like it. At all. I missed my jeans!
I saw Joshua before he saw me. I suddenly wished I had put my hair up in some elegant up-do, instead of letting it hang free. He, of course, was as handsome as ever. His crimson hair a dead give away as to where he was hiding. I had been so excited, but now I was nervous. He had obviously seen many other girls. Girls much prettier than I.
Joshua turned around, almost as if sensing me and smiled. I grinned back and walked towards him, blushing. I could feel my dress swishing around my legs. I was suddenly glad I wore flats now. In heels, I prbably would have fallen already.
"Hello Becca," Joshua greeted me.
"Hey," I replied. His tux was all black and perfectly pressed. I swallowed and would have fiddled with my hair, had it not been that the crystal flower clip wasn't holding the side part up. I seemed to be at a loss for words. Now, this was a first.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
The dream creator gave his reflection a sad smile once he had finished putting on his tuxedo. She'll come around. That girl had said. He knew it was an impossible dream. He’d known that for centuries now, but it didn’t mean he could stop himself. After all, he had a feeling that if he gave up on the one dream he had, he would end up just like her. Tainted. Crafting visions of pain for those he had been created to protect.
He laughed at his reflection, if he ended up like that, Leslie would probably return the feelings he had now. Because if Ray became Tainted, he knew he’d be no different to Vincent. Bereft of emotion, unable to love. All there would be left in him was a need to hurt the world the way it had hurt him.
And Leslie, if she loved him then, would find that she was too late, that she’d made the same mistake she had with Vincent and left things far too late.
He sighed, But I’ll not let that happen. I’ll never allow myself to become like that man. And I could never wish pain on Leslie like that. Ray put a hand on either side of the mirror and leaned forward, his forehead meeting with that of his reflection as he used the mirror for support. Isn’t this just the truth of all of us dream creators? An eternity of filling people’s minds with dreams and nightmares. About eight hours in which they are in paradise, or in hell. But when they wake up, everything is forgotten. We can create a dream with it, but we can’t change their lives. And we do exactly the same to ourselves.
He still had two hours before the ball, so he walked to where he was supposed to be meeting Leslie. Ray knew she wouldn’t be there yet, and he also needed to clear his head and take his own advice. As he’d more or less said to that girl, why would she be interested in him if all he did was look gloomy?
As he passed people on his way there, he greeted them with a smile and a wave, and often a small joke, looking every bit the cheerful man he always was, every bit as though this was the happiest night he’d experienced so far, that he didn’t even mind that Leslie probably wouldn’t spare him one look once she saw Vincent.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
**Kamas, you can still join if that is what you wish. Like I said before, if you claimed a spot it's yours. You may make a profile but post it in the DT.**
Joshua
He had expected her to be as beautiful as a princess, but when he saw her in that flowing gown, her hair lose against her back and her eyes wide, He found she looked more like a goddess then anything else. She was truly beautiful in more ways the one even if she did not believe it. Flaws and imperfections were what make us all truly perfect.
He bowed to her lowly, taking her hand in his before kissing it smoothly, a toothy grin visible across his pale features.
"Ah glorious night as this would be nonexistent, milady." He smiled before straightening his back.
She blushed, obviously not so used to the formal talk and wear. It wasnt everyday that we had such an occassion as this in Somnium, especially to this degree. It was to be a night of remembrance yes, but a night of happiness and a new wonder created.
"I guess we should be going," She murmured although her cheeks were still a rare shade of crimson. Such a blush was adorable.
"Yes, quite," He hooked his arm with hers then escorted her towards the castle of night where the festivites would soon begin. A masquerade of sorts, but a night of light and darkness.
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Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
