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Jul. 17th, 2006 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The dances are slow, the music subtle and strangely hypnotic. Barely dressed dancers flow elegantly through complex dance steps, alone and with one another, while guests dance in pairs, resplendent in rich costumes, but no match for grace.
To escape the world I gotta enjoy this simple dance
Hand in hand, face to face, those not talking or watching each other by the sides are dancing. But eyes flicker a little too keenly, a little too aware despite the abundance of expensive wine being passed about by blank-faced, statuesque ornamental slaves. This is business, for most, elaborately disguised as pleasure.
And it seemed that everything was on my side
The Forsaken create little clearings in the crowd as respectful and fearful Darkfriends keep a careful distance between themselves and their Masters and Mistresses, and it remains that way as Graendal leads Shelley by the hand to the centre of the floor.
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
To escape the world I gotta enjoy this simple dance
Hand in hand, face to face, those not talking or watching each other by the sides are dancing. But eyes flicker a little too keenly, a little too aware despite the abundance of expensive wine being passed about by blank-faced, statuesque ornamental slaves. This is business, for most, elaborately disguised as pleasure.
And it seemed that everything was on my side
(blood on my side)
The Forsaken create little clearings in the crowd as respectful and fearful Darkfriends keep a careful distance between themselves and their Masters and Mistresses, and it remains that way as Graendal leads Shelley by the hand to the centre of the floor.
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:07 pm (UTC)"You know the steps do you not, Lady Shelley?"
The shadow of a tight curl cut its way across Graendal's pretty face. A jagged line of dark across the powdered surface of her cheek that slowly encroached on the bright white of her teeth as she smiled. The translucent crimson of her gown cast the area around in shifting red light.
The tempo picked up.
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:19 pm (UTC)She feels very small, and very helpless alone in this glittering crowd.
"I think so, yes."
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Date: 2006-07-17 10:46 pm (UTC)A woman whispered softly to a man as she danced. The low light shimmered across the satin of her gown. The tips of his canine teeth shone as the man smiled. It had all gone so very well. A fitting conquest, indeed.
Step.
Graendal's long nails slid across the embroidery at Shelley's waist, catching slightly in the threads. Tiny hexagons spun and whirled across Shelley's stomach as the light reflected off of the gems on her rings. Graendal leaned in closely to Shelley. The gown lightened at the light feeling of Shelley's warm flesh brushing against her breasts. The friction of the two cloths pulling at each other was a subtle pleasure.
Turn.
"I was quite surprised to see you this evening, Lady Shelley."
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:01 pm (UTC)Step.
"Were you?" she asks, unsure how else to respond.
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:08 pm (UTC)Step.
"Oh, of course, you see Ishamael is so very protective of you."
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:18 pm (UTC)(Thus is our treaty written)
-- you could cause me a great deal of problems if you spoke out of line with the other Chosen present --
(Thus is agreement made)
"I do not go out very much, it is true."
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:26 pm (UTC)Step.
"Well, he certainly is very fond of you."
Turn.
"I must confess that I am curious. How did you become the beloved of the Shadow's Champion?"
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:41 pm (UTC)She is slowly turning a dull red. If this wasn't punishment before, it is now. No, calm down. She knew this is what people would assume when she first lost the game, she knew.
"I..."
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:50 pm (UTC)"Well, go on."
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Date: 2006-07-17 11:58 pm (UTC)No. No, it is better by far just to let her go on thinking it. Hopefully Graendal will take this all for shyness.
"He never did say," she manages faintly.
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:17 am (UTC)Step.
Leaning forward, she brushed Shelley's cheek lightly before whispering something to her softly.
Step.
"If, however, you are finding his attentions... insufficient, then..."
Turn.
The implications of her statement are left hanging in the soft music. The light glinted off Graendal's red-gold curls as she smiled brightly.
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:27 am (UTC)She shoots a helpless look in the direction Ishamael had vanished, before shaking her head slightly, and still not looking up.
They're all as mad as each other.
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:31 am (UTC)"I think it is sweet that you two are so devoted to each other."
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Date: 2006-07-18 12:45 am (UTC)She hates this. Will she have to put up with this from everyone she speaks to? Possibly not, if she keeps to the edge and doesn't meet any eyes.
Oh, dear.
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Date: 2006-07-27 05:58 pm (UTC)"It was a lovely dance. Thank you, Lady Shelley."
Kissing Shelley gently on the cheek, Graendal relinquished her hands and sauntered off into the crowd.