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Today there would be no announcements of the people, we were expected to remember who everyone was. Thankfully he paid somewhat attention to the Hall Master when he had quickly said names yesterday. As he made his way down the stairs, he tested his mind to see if he remembered some faces.
As he neared the end of the stairs he saw a sandy colored head leave through the doors to the garden. Dream. George scurried down the rest of the stairs he weaved his way through the crowd. He reached the glass doors and swung them open, walking out into the morning air. He searched around, taking another step to see further. There was nobody there, and Dream the Giant would not be able to hide behind the hedges.
Suddenly he felt a finger tap his shoulder. George spun around faster then the jousters could knock each other off. (I wanted to say faster then Dream could speedrun but that is in the far future from when this takes place.) His mask began to fall off and George shoved his hand against his face, this would be bad. He began to tie it but his fingers kept stumbling over the knot in the back.
"Here let me help." the shoulder tapper said, moving back behind him and reaching up to tie the strands. Dream. The mask slipped a little more as he grasped the strands, George holding it with all of his dignity. His thumb brushed Georges ear for a split second, sending shivers down his spine. George, he scolded himself, stop. "And I'm alllllll...Done!" he said, drawing out the 'L'. He stepped back and admired his handiwork before walking back towards the stone wall next to the doors.
"Where were you?" George asked, joining him on the wall.
"Oh," he said, letting out a small chuckle. "I was behind the door and I knew that you would follow me, I just wanted alone time."
"Oh..." he said, turning his head so he could see Dreams face. He was even more beautiful today, he thought to himself, and I didn't even know that it was possible. His faint curls turned golden in the morning light, his eyes a little more lime colored. Today he had small emeralds over the arch of his brow, and some along his jaw. It was not too much as to give off the look of overwhelming, but enough to get off the look of regal. He looked like a prince, which said a lot considering George was actually a prince. Dreams eyes swirled with fire, burning, and yet cold like ice, they glowed like the sun, although they seemed soft like grass covered in the fresh morning dew. He wondered what magic Dream might posses, it was a ruse thing to ask seeing as the peasants barely posses one element, let alone control it. And as you go up on the social ladder, the more control they seem to have, because of the classes that money could buy. Being royalty, George possessed it all, which was rather annoying seeing with his lack of interest in the subject. When they turned 20 and break through the single barrier, you were told to pick one to master, so what would George choose seeing as he hadn't touched it in over 10 years. And what was this mystery mans magic, did he have multiple? George shook his head, clearing it of the thoughts. "Wait, why did you want alone time?" He stared into those intoxicating eyes.
It was now Dreams turn to stare at him. He gripped his chin with his hand, tilting it up. He searched Georges eyes before leaning down and bringing his lips mere centimeters away. Georges heart felt like it was doing it's own little tap dance in his chest, the wanting was strong, he wanted to kiss him so badly right now. George felt his face heat up at the thought. A smile pulled at Dreams lips as he dropped Georges chin, leaning back against the wall. "You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you." George just nodded, his face burning even more. Dream slightly turned his head to see the action. "Did you want me to kiss you though" George nodded again, his back still pressed firmly against the stone bricks. "I'll keep that in mind for later." was all Dream said as he stalked back inside through the tall glass doors, leaving Georges heart behind.
Oh no he did not just do that, George thought to himself, leaning down and covering his face with his hands. The audacity of this masked man, how could he do that and then just...leave him!
George stormed in through the glass doors, only stopping when he heard a voice come from next to him. He turned, seeing a girl in slight stature, with pink hair. It wasn't weird seeing her with hair the color of pink lady apples that grew in the garden- no, it was so subtle that it worked, her pink gown matching in color. Her white mask, studded with a gem he had never seen before was the only contrast, her pink eyes pulling the look together near perfectly.
"Hi," she says with a slight smile. A faint memory tickled at his brain, what was her name again? Nila? Nakela? Nahemia? "My names Nihachu." she says, thrusting her hand out towards him. Ah that was her name. He shook her hand rather reluctantly, normally woman ay court were not so- what was the word- outgoing.
"I'm Georgenotfound." He says, letting go of her hand. . "How are you enjoying the masquerade so far?"
"Oh, it is quite beautiful." she replied rather shyly, looking around the room. Her pink eyes glittered in the candle light, illuminating more of her features. "Actually, I have a question for you George." his heart began to speed up, was it because he used his real name-did she know who he was..."Do you know more about the man who called himself 'Wilbur Soot'? It's a weird name but he did catch my eye yesterday." she turned back towards him, looking George directly in the eyes.
"Oh, no I don't know anything about him actually but I do know that he should be right..." George looked around, trying to spot out where he stood... Ah! "right over there." he says, pointing to where he stood next to the potted plant, glaring at someone who George faintly remembered to be called 'Jared' or something like that.
Nihachu said her quick thanks before scurrying across to where Wilbur was. Oh how cute the clueless were.
Nihachus dress ^^^