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Post by Phantom on Jun 7, 2008 20:15:52 GMT -5
The Phantom slipped in and hovered by the door, just the place so that he could see the dance floor, the sitting area, and everyone coming into the room. He was looking for a particular someone, that wouldn't know he was there. It had been so long since a proper ball and he was ecstatic. His lips curved in eagerness and one black-gloved hand came up to lightly touch the mask covering his face, making sure for the umpteenth time that it was holding firm. Everyone was dressed so beautifully. He had been positive that it wouldn't take him long to find anyone, but with the costumes...was the one dressed in feathers? With all of the costumes it was proving harder than expected. He knew that staying put was more likely to connect him with the one he wanted than moving, so the Phantom stayed on the fringes, his hands clasped behind his back as he eyed the people.  |
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Post by Princess on Jun 7, 2008 21:56:23 GMT -5
The Princess walked in from the gardens, skin lightly flushed at the sudden warmth. She paused just within the doors and glanced over her shoulder, lip trapped between pearl white teeth as she considered all she had just left, all that had been said. She had told him that she hoped they might be friends, but still, she did not know his name, nor how to find him. She turned her thoughts inward as she left the gardens behind. She did not see the brightly colored costumes right now, so lost in thought was she. There was only her lengthy conversation with an unknown pirate and the meanings behind the confessions she had made.  |
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Post by Phantom on Jun 7, 2008 22:08:06 GMT -5
The Phantom had been watching like a hawk, and so he didn't miss the beauty that walked through the door from the gardens. A beauty she was, her dress fit her perfectly, her hair was elegant. She was gorgeous. His blood rushed as he watched her for a few moments before walking over to her. "Out of all of the fantastical costumes I've seen, of all the beautiful girls, you, by far, are the most stunning," he said, knowing that it would sound like some shallow guy looking for a good time, even if he meant every word of it.
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Post by Princess on Jun 7, 2008 22:18:01 GMT -5
The Princess turned, lips parting lightly as her gaze rose to meet those obscured by the mask. "Thank you," she said, one hand rising self-consciously to smooth a lock of carefully-transfigured half-blonde hair behind her ear, the other toying absently with the silk of her skirts. She inclined her head curiously as she looked at him. After Jack's subtle charm, the difference was striking, and she was unsure how to proceed. "Do I know you, sir?" she asked softly.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 7, 2008 22:33:41 GMT -5
The Phantom smiled broadly, "Perhaps." His eyes followed her hand up, then examined her more closely. "But for the night I am the Phantom. And you would be?" he asked, holding out a gloved hand. He met her eyes, his own sparkling with the game. He wondered if she would figure him out, but he had spent too long thinking it up, he would put out the face for as long as possible.
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Post by Princess on Jun 7, 2008 22:35:40 GMT -5
"Princess," she replied simply. She hesitated, then silently chastized herself as she placed her hand in his. There was no reasoning behind her sudden wariness. They were inside the walls of the school; she was safe, despite the strangely untrustworthy gleam in his eyes. It was unsettling, to say the least.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 7, 2008 22:48:07 GMT -5
The Phantom smiled and kissed the back of her hand tenderly before reluctantly letting it go. He couldn't stop drinking her in, she was so beautiful. "Forgive me," he said, turning his gaze away to calm his blood and take a calming breath before meeting her eyes again. He sensed her uneasiness and was unsure if he wanted it or not. "Are you alright, Princess?" he asked, clasping his hands in front of him, just stopping himself from using my.
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Post by Princess on Jun 7, 2008 22:54:59 GMT -5
The Princess's hand retreated to the safety of her skirts, the momentary press of his lips emblazoned on the back of her hand. "I am," she assured him, a bit more breathlessly than she had meant to. "It is only the warmth of the room after the cool of the gardens," she demurred. In truth, he had caught her off-guard, though he had done nothing improper. Perhaps it was in the way that he looked at her, the reflexive warming of her skin in response.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 8:48:39 GMT -5
"Yes, it is a little warm in here," the Phantom agreed, nodding slightly. "I would offer to go out into the gardens, but I am hoping for a dance from a certain someone." He looked out over the room, scolding himself for thinking about taking her to a secluded corner of the gardens. There would be time. "The costumes are exquisite," he said, trying to keep his eyes on the people, but failing, they refused to stay away from her.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 12:08:59 GMT -5
"They are," the Princess agreed, no more able to look away than the Phantom, though for a different reason. Who was he? Perhaps it was the way that he looked at her. "Who are you waiting for?" she asked, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 12:15:55 GMT -5
The Phantom smiled down at her, "I didn't say I was still waiting." He held out a hand, "Would the Princess honor the Phantom with a dance?" He was itching to get out on the floor, itching to hold her, even if it was only with one arm around her waist. It would be contact, gloved contact, but contact nonetheless.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 12:22:23 GMT -5
The Princess hesitated, something deep within her whispering of danger even while another prompted her to go on. She lifted her hand slowly, placed it against his gloved palm, and inclined her head in acquiescence. He asked for a simple dance, and nothing more. What could possibly happen in the middle of a dance floor?
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 12:30:22 GMT -5
The Phantom led her out to the floor, putting an arm around her waist. He settled his hand on the small of her back, fighting himself to keep from pulling her tight against his body, keeping a short distance between them. "Have you been enjoying your night?" he asked, leading her in a dance and looked into her eyes. He wanted to know what she had been doing, to make sure she had been having fun.
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Post by Princess on Jun 8, 2008 12:43:37 GMT -5
"I have," the Princess said, the arch of her body as she followed the Phantom's lead all easy grace, everything it should be after years of tutoring. The dance was second nature to her, and there was nothing but the hint of rose blossoming on her cheeks to reveal that she was at all aware of the proximity of their bodies. She was aware, though. The soft touch of her hand against his coat, his hand around hers, his arm, his hand so light around her, all felt strikingly intimate, distractingly intimate. It was all she could do to rem
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Post by Phantom on Jun 8, 2008 12:51:13 GMT -5
The Phantom looked quickly away, over her shoulder so that perhaps she wouldn't see the angry surge that went through him. Only a dance, only a dance. He had wanted her to have fun, it was alright, he could deal with a dance. "A Pirate, you say? That must have been an interesting conversation," he said when he had his eyes under control and looked back at her.
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