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[ARIA KEL FABRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #532b1f; border-top: 4px solid #864827; border-bottom: 4px solid #864827; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; ] [/style] [style=margin-left: 150px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-right: 3px solid #864827; border-bottom: 3px solid #864827; margin-top: -103px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border-right: 3px solid #864827; border-bottom: 3px solid #864827; margin-top: -103px; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia/172.png);] [/style] [style=margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b19b58; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; line-height: 40px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px; text-shadow: 0px 1px 1px #FAF5F5;] I HAD A WAY THEN - - - - * LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN, I HAD A HEART THEN, BUT THE QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN. AND I'M NOT SLEEPING NOW, THE DARK IS TOO HARD TO BEAT, AND I'M NOT KEEPING NOW, THE STRENGTH I NEED TO PUSH ME. YOU SHOW THE LIGHTS THAT STOP ME, TURN TO STONE, "YOU SHINE IT WHEN I'M ALONE. AND SO I TELL MYSELF THAT I'LL BE STRONG, AND DREAMING WHEN THEY'RE GONE..." [STYLE=border-radius: 30px; text-indent: 15px; padding: 15px; background-color: #E6DDDC; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px;]█ Aria was moody. No, moody was not the right word. Moody implied that she might shift to being in a good mood again. She was far from a good mood, in fact, she could no longer see a good mood in her future. Her feet hurt in the pinching slippers that went with the dress that had magically replaced all of the clothing that typically resided in her room. Someone had been clever and hid her other outfits, knowing that if they hadn't, she would just wear one of the old outfits. Her steps were a whisper as she trailed through the halls. She felt self conscious. It was almost like everyone was looking at her. Perhaps they were pointing and laughing. The dress was a bit of a monster. It felt like she was a walking tree. At least someone had made sure it was something she would be okay to wear. Meaning, she was only not strutting naked because it was green and woodsy enough to appease the girl. Aria shifted her walk, head held high. She was only feeling so pitiful because something was missing. Said something was obviously the bow that typically resided upon her back. She felt naked, bare. Slender fingers raised to push the mask back into place. It resembled a green leaf. It helped her feel a little better, but she knew that no matter the mask, people would know she was herself. Her presence was required at the big party that was being hosted. She figured that she would just make an appearance and then slink off. No one would notice if she left after the party was well under way. Finally she had reached the ball room. Her hands clenched into fists as she snuck in. Obviously she was trying to go about unnoticed, but that probably would not go over so well.[/style]

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[noel balthazaar]

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[classy=text] When Aria made her entrance, though he was standing far from her, Noel’s jaw nearly dropped. Now, she hadn’t come in glowing with confidence, but it didn’t put a single dent in his pride. He covered his mouth—if he smiled too hard, Aria would hunt him out and have much more than sharp words for him. He knew better than to think she hadn’t realized that the dress was the only thing left in her wardrobe, and he’d spent a long night waiting for the right moment to shove all her clothes somewhere safe. Sure, maybe he was too dedicated, but even the maids agreed that Aria was ridiculously stubborn. He didn’t want to imagine the time she’d given them while getting the dress on. However, Noel knew that he’d done a job damn well done judging by the fact that every set of eyes was on the princess. While he was caught up in patting his own back, he quickly realized that no matter how great she looked, Aria wouldn’t leave the wall and neither would her clearly disturbed expression. He adjusted the mask over his face—a sleek black with silver decal and a golden beak, covering the upper half of his face—and weaved his way towards her. Stopping next to her, Noel rested against the wall. Once he’d seen her up close, a bit of guilt ate at him. She looked honestly uncomfortable and very small, which wasn’t like her, and he didn’t like seeing it. He glanced at the back of her neck—understanding how she probably felt—before offering quiet words to her, “Even without it, you look very beautiful.” Though Noel was still pretty proud, he sounded sincere—and he was, Aria still looked great without her bow and definitely made him look too plain to stand next to her, even in the suit he was wearing. However, he still expected a pointed comeback from her. Changing the subject quickly, Noel started again, “You should dance, Aria. There must be someone here who catches your eye. . .” Searching through the crowd, Noel saw what he really should’ve expected to see: marriage candidates. Of course, it was the perfect opportunity to introduce Aria to some idiot and then force his proposal down her throat. ‘Those Royals are always goddamn strategic.’ He knew that if this ball failed, there would only be others. However, he doubted Aria knew this. The bastards had anticipated even her reaction. Honestly, Noel had to give the engagement planners some respect for putting so much effort into cornering Aria —except he was annoyed and didn’t give a shit. Noel’s eyebrow twitched, his tone lowering, “Forgive me, I spoke too soon.” They’re all greedy, scheming bastards. With a sigh, he peered down at her from behind his mask, “I would offer to dance with you, but. . .” His expression switched to a teasing, but challenging kind of look, “I’m not sure if her highness could keep up with me. . .” If she wasn’t in the mood to play along, Noel would just find another way to keep her out of the damned lion’s den. ooc:// W-why do I only write at night?! I'm so tired, I can't even. This is post is full of words, dance off time. [/classy]

LAIKA OF GS!

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[ARIA KEL FABRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable][atrb=style, background-color: #532b1f; border-top: 4px solid #864827; border-bottom: 4px solid #864827; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; ] [/style] [style=margin-left: 150px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-right: 3px solid #864827; border-bottom: 3px solid #864827; margin-top: -103px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-top-left-radius: 30px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border-right: 3px solid #864827; border-bottom: 3px solid #864827; margin-top: -103px; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia/172.png);] [/style] [style=margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #b19b58; font-size: 30px; text-align: center; line-height: 40px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px; text-shadow: 0px 1px 1px #FAF5F5;] I HAD A WAY THEN - - - - * LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN, I HAD A HEART THEN, BUT THE QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN. AND I'M NOT SLEEPING NOW, THE DARK IS TOO HARD TO BEAT, AND I'M NOT KEEPING NOW, THE STRENGTH I NEED TO PUSH ME. YOU SHOW THE LIGHTS THAT STOP ME, TURN TO STONE, "YOU SHINE IT WHEN I'M ALONE. AND SO I TELL MYSELF THAT I'LL BE STRONG, AND DREAMING WHEN THEY'RE GONE..." [STYLE=border-radius: 30px; text-indent: 15px; padding: 15px; background-color: #E6DDDC; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 8px; margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px;]█ Aria tensed very briefly as Noel approached her. At first she did not recognize him for who he was and a rejection was on the tip of her tongue. She had no interest in being wooed on this particular type of battlefield. If someone wanted her attention, they could earn it somewhere that she had a steady footing. Not at a damned dance. However, the rejection did not come as Noel spoke. Her brows raised, and some of her confidence seeped back in. Aria was all about control. It was not so much that she was greedy and wished to be in power. No. She did not know how to hand the reigns over to someone and trust them wholeheartedly. The only ones she trusted were likely the very group of people who knew of her powers. Even then though, she was not a fan of giving up her control so easily. Only Noel and Aiden really knew how nervous she got when the bow was not close to her hand. The bow meant power to Aria. Without it she was just as weak as every other woman at this dance. However, Noel gave her an odd sort of power too. While she trusted Aiden, Noel was the one born to keep her safe. It was greedy of her to expect it. It was selfish and pathetic of her to desire it. However, with him around, she had power through him. Not to hurt anyone, she would never ask him to do that. He gave her the power to remain safe. She shifted, forcing the lost look away from herself, and back came confident Aria. If she did not fix herself soon, people might talk. She had no desire to be their gossip fodder today. Her lips parted to speak, but he was already moving on in the conversation. A brow raised at his subject of choice. Really, he was a bit more dense than she if he thought she could easily dance with any man here. He would have to be related to her. Otherwise the king will get it in his head to marry her off, and she had made her opinion of such things abundantly clear. He seemed to pick up on the problem though. One side of her lips lifted in a sort of amused smile. It was the best he was going to get, she hardly did even that with most people. Both brows raised as he seemed to present a challenge to her. She gave a snort and finally spoke. "Out of curiosity, who is this 'highness' you speak of? I only see a high arse in my immediate vicinity." She was teasing him, her tone was normal, but it was obvious what she was doing. To other people, those who did not know her, Aria was insulting the man. She did not see it as such though. She held out a hand. She was not the biggest fan of dancing either. It was fine, she was pretty good at it, but to her it was another form of handing over power to someone else. At least if she had to do it, it was with Noel. She could deal with handing over power to only a select few people, and he was pretty high on that list. "Let us see if you can in fact dance, or if it is like a chicken running amok with its head cut off." Her attempt at a joke. It was not much of one, just her teasing him again really. "Oh, by the way. You look very nice indeed. All the female birds shall want to have their way with you!"[/style]

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[noel balthazaar]

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[classy=text] Noel glanced away from Aria and towards the other guests, laughing to himself before his eyes came back to her, “Funny, I’m seeing something similar. The two of us must be birds of a feather.” Whether she was insulting him or just offering out another of her lousy jokes, Noel didn’t mind. He’d purposely provoked her. He couldn’t stand seeing her look so unlike herself, but now the Aria he knew was making her usual snide comments back at him, and the concern Noel felt before just eased off. He leaned down towards her, listening with a cocky smile as she went on and laughed as she finished with her own kind of compliment, “All the female birds? Receiving a compliment from you, Aria, I must definitely be lucky.” Taking Aria’s hand, Noel leaned down with a smirk. He pecked her hand, eyes much more fiery than before, “A headless chicken running amok? Well, we'll see. If being my partner is just too much, put your feet on top of mine, Princess.” Confidently, he led her towards the floor, the crowd breaking as Aria walked forward, all eyes still dead set on her. Regardless, Noel was proud and silently relieved that nobody seemed brave enough to approach her. His eyes analyzing the every move of the crowd of dancers, Noel stopped Aria and guided her hand to his shoulder before resting his own on her waist. He led her in smooth, bobbing circles, his footwork careful. Initially, he followed the speed of the music until he started sporadically speeding up. Now, he wasn't aiming to see Aria make a mistake; it was just that this had become a small competition for him, and if Noel was competing, he was competing to win. Not to mention, he was having a good time and felt warmly content with Aria beside him—a feeling he only felt when he was with her. Sure, Noel was still half-mindedly cautious for her, but now he’d danced with her; his job was done. No unwanted suitor would dare approach her and the King wouldn't have his way tonight, and with this thought, Noel felt like a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. “You must be feeling pretty flushed right about now. Don’t worry, you can give up whenever you like, Aria. I know I’m much more skilled than you.” Noel tipped his head, taunting her before speeding up once again. Confident that she would take him on, he spun her skillfully and brought her back quickly, his hand moving from her waist to the square of her back. Thrusting their joined hands out, he pulled Aria in so close their cheeks nearly touched. The music changing, Noel began an entirely different dance. [/classy]

LAIKA OF GS!

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