✧ Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Mᴀsϙᴜᴇʀᴀᴅᴇ

[FEMME FETALE]

ｈｏｌｄｅｎ ｇｒｅｙ
❝ black-hearted bad boy ❞
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Holden frowned slightly at her lack of interest in him, this was the first girl in a long time that hadn't completely thrown
herself at him within a few minutes of conversation. Although, he didn't mind - it was a game to occupy him for the night.
The girl had made an attempt to apologize for the mishap whilst acting like a prim and proper sweetheart who was ever so
respectful. That made him chuckle a bit. She wasn't fooling him; he could tell she wasn't the angel she pretended to be, or
her family of higher ranks hoped she was. The mysterious girl continued to her desired destination but Holden couldn't help
but pursuit her. He rushed after her, his long strides catching up with her in no time. Holden extended out his arm and loosely
grasped her hand to get her attention, "Mind if I join you? It's getting rather crowded in here.... some fresh air would do me
just fine." He explained with an angelic, guileless delivery. He wanted to seduce her with his words, women seemed to really
be attracted to gentlemanly features so if it meant speaking slowly and using a few fancy words here and there, Holden was
.............................................................. prepared to do so. ..................................................................

[Speak]

ｍｉｒａ ｐｏｒｔａｔｈ

❝ｔｈｅ ｎｏｂｌｅｍａｎ＇ｓ ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ❞

[age] twenty [title] lady [ location ] ballroom [ tagged ] holden

Mira was almost out, out and away from the commotion of the ballroom where she could simply sit and breath for a few moments. In her haste to make her escape Mira didn't notice the person following her until they'd grabbed her hand. Eyes wide with surprise Mira turned sharply and found herself once again face to face with the man she'd bumped into earlier. "Mind if I join you? It's getting rather crowded in here.... some fresh air would do me just fine." he asked both his tone and his actions radically different from before.
For a moment this shift in attitude gave Mira pause but once she had regained her composure Mira was very quick to act. Pulling her hand back to her side Mira took a step back from the man feeling a little unsettled by his actions. Why was he so fixated on her? There were plenty of other girls who would've much happier for his company, looking around it was almost painfully obvious how many girls this man had entranced upon his entrance and non seemed to be pleased by his offer to walk with her. It was clear what those ladies wanted her to do, even without seeing the majority of their faces she could feel the hostility in their eyes. Mira however had always longed to be contrary, raised in a situation where her every action was judged perhaps tonight she would be able to make her own choices... "Alright then, if you really want to join me." she agreed with a soft sigh. The second the words passed through her lips Mira felt like she'd grasped a little bit of control back into her life and with that Mira resumed her walk to the outside this time with a tall man in tow.

[neamrel]

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[ 21 ] . [ gentle blacksmith ] . [ location; ball ] . [ tagged; Mirena ]

For some time, Mike kept his distance; speaking only when spoken to and generally being quite pleasant. This wasn't his first time being in a situation such as this one. His father had had some influence when Mike had been younger, and he had been educated in the ways to act accordingly at such events at a young age, to his mothers great pleasure. That had been, of course, before the fallout, but still, Mike knew how to present himself, a couple of months of lessons such as those didn't simply disappear. Of course, now he did only the minimum to keep appearances, which, with this event, wasn't that much of a deal with everyone wearing masks.

He suppressed a sigh as his eyes drifted towards the bar. Such drinks weren't something Mike despised, but it was best not to indulge himself in such acts, it wouldn't be good to over do it. Turning his attention elsewhere, he slowly weaved himself through the crowd of mingling people, letting a tray of champagne pass him buy as he headed for a table that held some sparkling cider and other non-alcoholic varieties. He grabbed a flute, being polite of others as he did so. As he turned from the table, he spotted a young lady in a mask as golden as his, and even more beautifully made. She was making her way through the crowd with what could almost be described as apprehension, yet she still carried on as if she belonged. Mike turned around with a smirk and grabbed another flute from behind him, watching her as she drew closer before extending his hand with the extra drink.

"Here you are, miss." He said, a still slightly forced, pleasant looking smile on his face. "Also, I'd like to say your mask is quite lovely, and it fits you very well." Mike would never be able to deny something he thought was amazing in the way it looked, still, most would expect to be complimented on their attire, and not their mask. Mike was hardly close to ever following the status quo, and that would hardly ever change.

[olivionary]

Victoria Paisley • Ballroom • tag ; Yule

Seconds ticked by as Victoria stood, silently sipping her drink at the edge of the room, long dragging seconds ticked by. She tipped the glass back, swallowing the last available drops before placing the empty glass down. She eyed the room slowly, her eyes falling upon people talking amongst themselves but she slunk back. She looked over her shoulder to the entrance - and exit.

Victoria felt herself shrink as she slowly walked around the room, keeping herself to the wall. She adjusted her mask briefly, feeling it slightly tilted to one side. Her fingers resting on the lacey triangles of the ears for a brief moment. She kept herself to herself; her eyes fluttered around the room as she searched for an escape from the chattering, comfortable and content voices.

Her pace quickened as she neared the door. She exhaled a long, deep breath. She felt perturbed.

Victoria flinched as she hit shoulders with another person. 'Oh goodness. I am so sorry.' She spoke quickly as she backed up, bumping her back into yet another person.

She looked down with a sigh before lifting her gaze up to whom she had originally bumped into, gathering herself from her flustered state. What was wrong with her? She told herself that it was nothing, but something about feeling alone, even a tiny bit, always seemed to trigger her anxiety. 'Sorry.' She apologised again as she stepped forward to walk around him.

[Lady Poppy]

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tagged: Michael
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The lowly peasant
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Mirena .

The maiden decided to spend some time exploring the place,staying away from people and any contacts,probably until the rest of the night. All of the people attending were from higher class than her,rich and most of them defiantly didn't want to see a peasant lurking around.Of course,they'd gladly greet and talk to her,but that'd be only because of her expensive dress and beautiful mask.They'd look at her trough different eyes if they saw her on the street or cleaning this same room. She didn't need to know any of those people and didn't really want to either. Mirena was just curious of the big bright room,filled with beautiful masks ,dresses and those amazing art pieces on the walls.Oh,and of course the garden ,that was probably all in beautiful roses and other flowers.At first,she was headed for the drinks ,however the fact that some of those 'high-class' men were already drunk made her think it'd be better to stay way from the table,that had all kinds of liquids on it.She didn't know that men with so high reputation could fall so low.

Want it or not,Mirena still had to pass by one of those tables if she wanted to reach the garden,so she took a deep breath and elegantly made her way trough the crowd. Her eyes accidentally landed on a visibly young man,probably around her age,that was staring at her,which made her quickly look away,swallowing quietly. His mask,as she saw was very similar to hers,golden and very precisely made with some decoration,that looked like small gems.His outfit was very well-chosen as well and the only difference between them was that he've choosen gold,while she was given rose gold.It actually scared her slightly,seeing they looked quite similar,especially the masks. To be all honest about it,Mirena was about to pass by this young and by the way,very handsome and elegant looking male,when he extended his hand,holding a drink for her.

The maiden looked at his hand,then her eyes slowly travelled to his face,before carefully taking the flute from his hand. ''Thank you,sir.'' she smiled,bowing her head slightly.The beautiful necklace ,hanging on her neck seemed to underline her already well defined collar bones . ''I can say the same for your mask-'' she paused for a moment to take a sip from her drink .'' And this smile ,well i'm sure all of the ladies are falling on the floor because of it.'' she said quietly,glancing behind her shoulder to the other female attendants.Most of them looked incredibly snobby. ''It fits your mask tough,Sir.''

[FEMME FETALE]

ｈｏｌｄｅｎ ｇｒｅｙ
❝ black-hearted bad boy ❞
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Holden studied the girl incognito once more as her expression changed from one of annoyance to acceptance towards him.
She didn't seem like she enjoyed his company; not as of yet anyway, but there was something she enjoyed about his presence.
It seemed as if when she noticed how the other girls were looking she felt a sense of pride? high status? It truly intrigued Holden.
When she agreed for him to join, Holden mentally fist pumped the air. The first hurdle was down. The taller man walked next
to the mysterious dark haired girl as their settings changed from ostentatious ballroom full of noise to blissful quiet gardens with
neatly trimmed shrubs lit with fairy lights and candles. "Lovely evening, isn't it." Holden commented as he halted by the top of
the stairs to admire the overall view of the well kept gardens. His eyes aimlessly scanned over the scenery but no amount of
impressive hedge trimmings or odd sculptures could fixate him as much as the girl standing beside him with the silver mask.

[KawaiQueen]

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XXXXXXтнє муѕтєяισυѕ мυѕιςιαи
XXXXXXLocation: The Ballroom
XXXXXXTagged: Victoria
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The bump against his side made Yule lose his balance for a brief moment, able to right himself against the wall behind him. Instinctively, he reached out for the other person's elbow, just in case they were to fall over. His eyes caught sight of a dark haired girl who had apologised. Instantly a small blush came over his cheeks, slowly releasing his hand from her elbow and casting his hands to the floor. "I-It's no big d-deal. I am ter-terribly sorry for be-being in your way." He had honestly thought he wouldn't be too in the way standing near enough to the exit - just in case he wanted to escape. But it seemed that that plan hadn't gone as planned. Reminding himself that they had collided not that long before, he cleared his throat. "A-Are you hurt, miss?"

Briefly, his allowed his eyes to look over her only for a deeper flush to spread. The dress she was wearing was unlike what he saw most women in - mostly due to the highly formal setting, dressed for musical performances or for dinners held at his family home. It wasn't what he was use to; the show of skin in such a way! Quickly he moved his gaze away to her face, keeping contact with her eyes before looking at the details upon her mask. It was gorgeously simple, a contrast to her dress.

[Speak]

ｍｉｒａ ｐｏｒｔａｔｈ

❝ｔｈｅ ｎｏｂｌｅｍａｎ＇ｓ ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ❞

[age] twenty [title] lady [ location ] the garden [ tagged ] holden

As they stepped through the doors Mira felt herself relax a little more, the warm air that washed over her was fresh and clear. As she stood on the steps Mira took in the beautifully manicured garden with shining eyes, small fairy lights were strung across the trees giving the entire garden an ethereal feel. Thankfully tonight was a warm one so she could walk about with no risk of getting a chill for the likelihood of her spending more time outside than in was very great indeed. The stress she'd been feeling began to dissipate until another voice intruded on her peace of mind. "Lovely evening, isn't it." the man said joining her in looking out at the serene scene before them.
"Mmm" Mira hummed in agreement descending the stairs slowly careful of her cursed heels as she stepped into the soft grass, "certainly better out here than in there..." she murmured as the din of the crowd began to fade. Turning back to the tall man Mira looked up at him tilting her head slightly to one side, the fact that he was still here was a curiosity to her, practically everything about him screamed player so why fixate on her? It wasn't as if she was interested and she hoped she hadn't given him the impression that she was, turning back Mira headed further into the garden. "What's your name anyways? I don't believe we've been properly introduced yet." she asked glancing back at him.

[olivionary]

VIctoria Paisley • ballroom • tag ; yule

Victoria felt the hand on her elbow, the touch was somewhat reassuring to her as she ensured her balance and her relaxation. She shook her head at him, 'No, it was entirely my fault - I wasn't watching where I was going.' She spoke as she briefly looked around the room. 'I'm fine.' She added.

She looked over him briefly. She had seen plenty of suits but none that was as extravagant as his, she was used to the simple black and white suit with no embellishments. She gazed up at him, her gaze following the shape of his mask before focusing again. She smiled weakly at him before frowning, 'I didn't hurt you did I?' She looked up with some concern.

[Shadō]

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Adam Spencer
The Secret Prince

xxmale // 21
xx» romantic interest;; Open
xx» location;; The Ballroom
xx» tags;; Evangeline
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"Me? Oh, I'm all right, thank you." Adam wasn't entirely sure why she was asking. She must be very polite. Normally, all he had to do was apologize and be on his way. Though, to be honest, he didn't mind her asking. To show his gratitude, he let a polite smile appear on his face for a few moments before looking about the room for a moment as he tried to gather his thought. There was something about the way she replied that had caught his attention. For a moment there, right before she politely went into that submissive position and replied to him, he could have sworn she was going to do something else. It was only a momentary flash of maybe another emotion before it was masked by something else. Either way, it didn't quite sit well with him, but he decided not to let it bother him too much.

Instead, finding the silence between them becoming a bit strange, he said in a mild manner, "It's a nice it's a nice evening for this, don't you think?" Glancing sideways, he saw her seeming to be looking him up and down, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit like he was being examined for something. For what, Adam wasn't really sure. He came to the conclusion that since he had kind of been doing that to her right after he bumped into her, she had the right to do that to him. It was only fair. Still, that didn't mean it felt any less uncomfortable. Clearing those thoughts from his mind, he decided to focus on more important matters, such as the party.

It was a lovely set up, with fine food and drinks and lively music. Considering the party had been funded by the royal court this year, basically Adam's own family, it was especially nice. It especially had that feel of being more, ah, courtly. In some of the newspapers publishing articles about the ball this year, it was, quote, "a ball to remember" and "the year to go for those who are of age." Deep down, Adam had always had suspicions of this year's ball being this nice and being funded by the royal family mainly because this was his year to go, but he didn't dwell on the thought for too long. He and his family... They of course loved each other, but they were currently at odds over Adam being the successor to the throne. A life of royalty and riches etc., might be the life for some, but for Adam, who grew up in that life and saw what it did to some, it wasn't so appealing, and it wasn't like he had a sibling who could do it in his stead. Being in charge of a whole country? That just wasn't his thing.

Sensing how gloomy he may have suddenly become, he yet again cleared his head and glanced at the woman standing beside him, worried for a few moments that he might have missed her response to her question. It seemed, however, that she was busy looking around and lost in thought, kind of like he had been, so he didn't worry quite so much. I suppose I'll wait around for a few moments longer to see if she answers, and if not, politely excuse myself to continue on my little walk, he told himself calmly in his head.

[[ Sorry for not replying... I got a bit tied up with some stuff... ]]