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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on Jun 22, 2015 1:41:10 GMT
A giggle left Aria’s lips before she took another gracious sip of the sparkling wine in her glass. There was a decent amount of inebriation going on in the young woman. It was late in the night at the masquerade and she appeared to have lost sight of her husband. No matter. She was finding a decent amount of entertainment with her female friends. They talked about the fashion of everyone around, about the décor. It was nonsense, but enjoyable nonsense. She loved a party. But the night was dying down and it was time for her to leave. “Good night, dears,” She said as she gave her friends polite kisses on the cheek before she set her glass down. She had to find her husband. She lifted her skirts and looked through the ballroom. No sign of him so far. She huffed as she abandoned the ballroom in search of the garden. She could not think about why he would be out there, but she needed to give it a chance. She called his name, her voice louder than what it should have been. No one was out here besides the random sets of lovers sneaking away for moments of carnal privacy. She obliviously stepped by shaking bushes and continued to call her husband’s name. Aria was growing a bit frustrated. Where could Edmund have gone off to? She finally stopped by the manmade little pond in the gardens. Her feet were calling out in pain to her. Impulsively, she bent over to take off her orange and gold colored heels. With her feet now in the grass, there was a subtle relief. She held her shoes in one hand as she moved forward in her search. It was when she turned that she noticed a familiar face. “Victor!” Aria cheered out, raising the hand that held the shoes and waving it with enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you were here,” She said as she walked towards him. She did not notice his facial expression or the red eyes His face was hidden behind his mask just as hers was. But she felt something in her, something about him looked different. “Oh, Victor, are you okay?” She asked, visibly concerned but unable to really stand still in front of him. Notes: Yas. That is all VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT |
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With this candle....I will....oh.... I will set your mother on fire.
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Jun 26, 2015 23:15:03 GMT
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on Jun 26, 2015 23:15:46 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] Victor hated dancing. In fact, he was certain that there was nothing in the world that he hated more. It wasn’t that he lacked the ability — no, despite the fact that the gangly gentleman had limbs that extended far beyond the normalities of human nature — he simply disliked the dance. So while Victoria found herself the belle of the ball, he had decided to keep to himself. Shuffling to the corner of the ballroom, he busied himself looking at the large, decorated portrait that hung there. The gold leafed frame was beautiful, of course, then again, everything in this castle was. He was rather surprised that his parents hadn’t forced him to marry the queen — after all, she probably turned far more a fortune than Victoria’s family did. He chewed on his lip, suddenly rather embarrassed to even be thinking such things. Victoria was his wife and as much as it confused him for it to be so, that was the way things were. His fingertips found the ring on his left finger and preciously turned it three times before sliding it off and dropping it into his pocket all together. He snapped out of it then — loosening his tie he realized he needed air. He needed to breathe. Sneaking away from the party he found himself in the labyrinth of gardens and shrubberies. Dimly lit by gas lamps and guarded by what he could only assume was the Queen’s guard, it hardly felt like he could breathe here either. But at least the gentle breeze afforded him some manner of relief. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the ring and felt the tears bubble up. He was so…conflicted. About her. About Aria. About everything. A voice found him and he instantly jumped. “What?” He suddenly realized the voice was directed at him. In a panic, he shoved the ring into his pocket and tried to qualm the emotions that had overtaken him. He didn’t want Aria to see him cry. Not here, not like this. “M-m-m-miss Aria…I’m…” He wasn’t fine, honestly, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. He reached up and tried to discreetly wipe his eyes, but only succeeded in knocking off his mask. He bent and fumbled around as he tried to grab it. “I’m f-f-f-fine. How are you? Enjoying the b-b-b-ball?” He managed through sniffles.
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