❛ ⊱ 𝙰 𝙻 𝙴 𝚇 𝙰 𝙽 𝙳 𝚁 𝙸 𝙰 ||
Daughter of Storon || I always feel like I'm drowning in myself...xxxxxfemale ⋅ heterosexual ⋅ palace ballroom ⋅ tags;; open━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
alexandria walked into huge wooden doors, into a ballroom the size of her entire estate. everything was in good and blue, the larent house colors. she wore a skintight purple dress with a back that dipped down all the way to her upper waist in order to show off her tattoos of lightening bolts, her house seal. the sleeves were long, ballooning at the wrists. the storon wore caked on gray eyeshadow, something she had protested against. her hair was straightened to hide her poof of natural curl, twisted into a sleek bun on the top of her head. she was devoid of metal, always weary of maegdons.
alex glanced around, looking for someone to talk to. most everyone was here, but for the few late ones. food was plastered on a long, clothed table, but most people veered away from it. glassss of champagne traveled around the room, which she decided it was best to leave alone.
❛ ⊱ 𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝚁 𝙻 𝙸 𝚉 𝙴 ||
Daughter of Maegdon || I always feel like I'm drowning in myself...xxxxxfemale ⋅ heterosexual ⋅ guest room ⋅ tags;; open━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
in charlize’s eyes, there was no problem in running fashionably late. the metal manipulator let her maid braid her silky silver hair into tiny braids, then braid those into an intricate twisting silver masterpiece on her back. while she did this, she was still constructing her dress. so far, she had an entirely silver dress with a train of metal that was pressed so finely in flowed like fabric. now, she just added more details. another silver edge dangling ok this shoulder, another replica of her house seal here. she wore only metal, even her teeth were capped in silver. not to use, but to scare. she remembered her father saying “charliize, the quickest way to an opponent’s defeat is into their heads.”
when she was finally done, she thanked her maid with a wave of her hand and walked into the hallway, toward the ballroom. her six inch steel heels clacked on the floor, her dangling sharp ended earrings brushing her shoulders. she hoped everyone was already there- dramatic entrances were her favorite.
❛ ⊱ 𝙰 𝚈 𝚁 𝙾 𝙽 ||
Young Prince of Larent || I always feel like I'm drowning in myself...xxxxxmale ⋅ heterosexual ⋅ palace ballroom ⋅ tags;; open━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
there were people in his house. all ayron could think of was the people in his house. sure, they’d had balls before, but these were young ladies willing to fight for the crown. upon his little throne beside his parent’s and his brother’s, he turned his head to look at the queen throne, then looked at how many people were staring at it with hunger in their eyes. gulping, he used his powers to scab out everyone’s intentions. end a terrible tradition. earn house recognition. those two were good, at least. become powerful. make their house powerful. that was defiantly not good.
he hoped his father could sense it, and choose a good bride for his brother. the young prince wore a simple velvet suit with golden buttons. the crown on his head was much smaller than his brothers, not that he cared. wearing one this small already gave him headaches. he turned his attention back to the mass of people in the ballroom, silently wishing he could get through the night without having to talk to any.
