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The Mansion
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Ballroom
Treston walked along the archways, staying off to the side of the room. His blue green eyes followed the dancers moving in sync along the floor, not watching anyone in particular. His face was carefully blank, not looking 'bored,' exactly, but simply expressionless. Emotions couldn't be part of this game. And that's what this was, really. A game. A job. He had to keep his guard up ever waking second and it was starting to wear on him. He met numerous gazes and he offered up the tiniest of smiles. Barely a smile at all, just the corner of his lips turning upward.
Evelyn gracefully entered the ballroom, her purple dress held in her hands and her golden shoes clicking against the floor as she moved along the edged of the large room, avoiding the cheerful people dancers and some who lingered in the archways. Her oceanic blue eyes flickered under her golden mask, Well this was a waste of time. She thought lamely to herself, as she could have remained outside to talk to the other earth elemental and the fuming girl with red hair.
Treston's gaze slowly lingered back in time to catch a girl coming into the room. The color choice of her dress stood out against all the other Elementals' colors, ones that matched their division. Purple was definitely an interesting color to decide upon. Someone mumbled "Elder" and he looked in front of him. A few girls in white dressed bowed slightly and he smiled, not able to help it. He could never figure out why, exactly, they showed him so much respect. Being an Elder hadn't been his first choice. Or second, for that matter. He looked back around the room, seeing the Earth Elder leaning against a wall on the other side of the floor.
Evelyn stood in the archway, her hands folded neatly over her chest, How can these people manage to dance? She thought silently to herself as she scanned the bustling dancers, easily picking out the different elementals. She slowly stepped through the archway. She'd rather be more outside than in this crowded place, yet she still remained in the archway, leaning against one side. Not very lady-like, but she didn't give a crap.
Treston's gaze remained on the Earth Elder for a few moments, trying to remember what her name was. He was still so new at this, he hadn't had much time to get to know the other Elders. Would it be very Elder-ly of me to go over there? Do they do friendly conversation? Running his fingers through his dark hair, he looked back at the Elemental in the purple dress. What was she? He couldn't help but be curious, even though he knew he shouldn't be. He could practically hear his mother chewing him a new one about remaining indifferent.
Evelyn glanced at Treston, who obviously kept glaning at her. She had no idea that he was an elder. She could tell he was curious at her element and she couldn't help but smile sheepishly to herself. This is exactly what she was going for, she didn't want many people to know of her element
Treston noticed the Elemental's rather sheepish smile and realized he was probably staring. It hadn't been intentional, but he'd always been curious. About everything. His mother always said it would be his downfall. He looked away from her in time to see the Earth Elder coming toward him. He gave her a small smile, the sound of her heels clicking against the ground not too bad under the music. "Hello." His voice was calm, slightly raspy from his smoking days. Not something he'd been proud of but, at '18', life had been stressful.
Evelyn watched another Elemental approach Treston and she stepped through the archway, exiting the loud ballroom. She paused, pressing her back against the building as she gazed up at the millions of twinkling stars for a moment before taking a deep breath through her glossy lips and rounding the building, her hands clapped neatly behind her back.
Treson's eyes flicked back toward where the Elemental had been, only to see she was now gone. He turned back toward the Earth Elder, tugging down on his dark black tux. "I'm Treston, it's a pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out, working on autopilot while his mind flashed with the possibility of what that Elemental could have been. It was like a riddle that had been taken away from him before he could finish it. His blue green gaze focused on Cresent. "You're the Earth Elder, yes?"
Dylan strode into the ballroom like she owned the whole damn place. Well, almost. Blythe had gone to many, many Elemental Masquerades in her time, and she was the one who was always patrolling the shiny floors and the large, open windows. She twirled her dark brown hair that was laced with light highlights and several bobby-pins. Excitement bubbled through her bones and boiling blood as she thought of how big this year's masquerade would be.
Evelyn silently debated whether to go back into the Ballroom or not. It was awfully crowed with hundreds of dancing Elementals and bursting music. Maybe she could dance a little bit, or socialize with the other Elementals. Maybe she should just head back to the Boredwalk. She found it relaxing to gaze over the silent waters. Not many people were out there. She pursed her glossy, peach lips and decided she would head back in after a breath of fresh air. She remained in her still position, tilting her head up to gaze at the endless, starry void.
Treston smiled at her, noting the slightly confused look on her face as he too let go of her hand. "I've heard good things about you." He ran his fingers through his dark hair again, his eyes glancing around the room again. Looking for the purple dress. He shook his head when he realized just exactly what he was doing. Come on, get your head in the game. Treston looked back at Cresent and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He turned his head again, catching sight of the Fire Elder. She was easy to spot in the crowd, walking with a confidence he envied. Her dress was almost like a beacon, the light color also standing out.
Blythe looked around of any other Elemental Elders. She spotted Treston, a water Elder, and Cresent, an earth Elder. She smiled and waved, wondering if she should go over there and socialize. Her non-waving hand brushed her peach-like colored dress and she jumped, thinking it was someone else. Red crept up her neck as she realized it was her own manicured fingers that scared her half to death.
Treston's blue green eyes watched the Fire Elder wave and he couldn't help but smile slightly. At Cresent's words, he turned back around. "My mother would gladly agree with you." His voice had a slight sheepish tone to it. He noticed her hands on her hips, the slightly offended air about her. Time to backpack. "No, ma'am." He looked out into the dancing crowd, wishing he could be among them. They seemed to be quite enjoying themselves. "I have yet to see this big of a turn out, is all."
Dylan laughed slightly and looked down at an angle. She pulled a giant, but not too big, notepad out of her flaming handbag along with an expo marker. She scribbled something down and flipped the pad over so Treston could see. Dance? It read in scribbled black ink. Blythe had never had the neatest handwriting.
Treston flashed her the smallest of smiles. "That is a good thing, or else this conversation would be a bit awkward, don't you agree?" He sighed. "But you are right." He glanced over at her, catching sight of her shifting in her heels. Leaning toward her, he whispered so no one else would hear: "You could take them off, you know. Your dress is so long no one would even notice." Turning around after giving the suggest, he saw the Fire Elder holding a pad with the word Dance? written on it. Smiling, he stepped closer to her after giving a small nod.
Evelyn took a deep breath and placed a beautiful, but phony, smile on her lips. She strode into the ballroom gracefully, her golden mask glimmering. She was well aware of the few stares directed at her, well her purple dress. She silently wondered if it was against the rules to wear such an "abnormal" color to the Masquerade Celebration.
Treston turned back toward her for a second, smiling slightly at Cresent. "I've heard being petite is a good thing." He turned back around to face the Fire Elder, and crossed the few feet between them. "You'll have to forgive me." His voice was quiet under the music. He tugged down the front of his tux jacket again. "It's been awhile since I've danced." He hadn't really partaken in the last Masquerade Celebration. Or the one before that, as a matter of fact.
Evelyn silently moved around the crowd, her eyes skimming over them. She wished she could tell which of them were elders, or no elders happened to be in her line of sight at the moment. She lifted her hand to her face, adjusting her mask for a more comfortable fit.
Treston paused, his eyes looking up in time to see the purple dress again. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair again, a habit he never seemed to notice. His dark blue green eyes seemed to clash with the white mask concealing the upper half of his face. People danced around him but he was still as a statue in front of the Fire Elder.
Evelyn glanced to the man who had a tendency to glance at her every now and then, Still curious about my element? She thought to herself and decided to give a small wave over the crowd to him, half hoping he would notice it, half hoping he wouldn't.
Treston caught sight of her wave and suddenly realized how utterly old-creepy-man he must seem. He gave a small, quiet laugh to himself before smiling at the girl in the purple dress. I swear, I'm not a stalker, The silent thought was aimed at her over all the dancing couples and he straightened his black tux again. Bright lights danced over his face, highlighting just how young he was. At least, by Elder standards. His eyes cast downward, self-conscious of all the Elementals probably thinking he couldn't live up to the title.
Evelyn, still oblivious to the fact that the Elemental she had just waved to was in fact an Elder, couldn't help but giggled softly at hi expression. She knew he just happened to be curious of her element. She adjusted her mask again before she strode over to him. She clapped her hands behind her back as she approached him. Once close enough to be in ear shot, she said loudly, "Earth." She paused awkwardly, "Uh, that's my element. Earth." She inwardly punished herself for the horrible wording before smiling sheepishly.
Treston looked up at the girl in the purple dress as she came within earshot and he smiled slightly down at her. "Earth, hmm?" He thought back to Cresent, wondering briefly if they knew each other. Probably not: most Elders didn't know their division's Elementals on a first name basis. Too many of them. "If you don't mind me asking, why the purple?" His voice was curious but he kept his expression carefully blank. Critics were practically everywhere and he wasn't going to let his curiosity screw him over again.
Evelyn's glossy lips parted in a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth, "Well first of all, purple's my favorite color." She said with a pause, "And second, I wanted to stand out. Since earth Elementals might wear brown or green, I thought I could mix things up a bit with a purple dress." She said, truthfully. She didn't want to be just a Earth Elemental. She wanted to be The or that Earth Elemental. She leaned back on her heals for a moment, her hands still clapped firmly behind her back.
Treston smiled back, not one wide enough to really be considered happy by anyone's standards. But it was the best he could do as an Elder. He raised an eyebrow. "Purple?" Original. He personally liked orange. It was the underdog of all colors, unappreciated. "It definitely worked." His smile turned positively sheepish. "I did not mean to stare. It was not what I was expecting, is all." He tugged down on the edges of his jacket again, the midnight black fabric standing out against the standard black and white tux. If it weren't for the white mask he was wearing, he'd probably look like a cat. Bad luck charm, kind of like he was. The thought brought a distant smile to his lips.
Evelyn just have a small flick of her hands, "It's fine, I could tell you were wondering what my element was..." She laughed, "Exactly what I was going for." She unclasped her hands from behind her back, letting them drop to the sides of her dress. She glanced at him up and down, "And what's your element?" She asked.
Treston smiled for a second, a bright one that didn't hold back much. It dimmed down after a second, his blue green eyes flickering around to make sure no one caught it. I've gotten so paranoid. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I guess it worked, then." He looked over at Cresent, seeing her spin around before coming to a stop with a small laugh. Wondering if there was an easy way to dodge this question, he didn't see any. "Water Elder here." His smile was sheepish again. It seemed everyone responded differently when they found out. Some got scared, while some simply didn't know what to do or say.
"Uh..." Evelyn fell silent for a moment, An Elder, huh? She thought lamely to herself. At least she now knew it wasn't against the rules to wear different colors rather than the more... common ones. She couldn't help but smile softly. She curtsied, holding the the edges of her purple dress, "A Water Elder, huh?" She said, still in her cheerful tone she had used before, but with a more formal edge. After a moment she realized she hadn't really introduced herself, "Oh um... I'm Evelyn."
Treston couldn't help but laugh at the seemingly confused air about her. The sound was like a low rumble under the music being played by the live band. "That is me. Youngest current Elder." It's what he always added after telling someone who he was. He hoped it would put them more at ease, make them see that he was more like the Elementals. Give or take a hundred years. His dark hair was rumpled thanks to how many times he'd ran his fingers through it. He bowed slightly back. "It is nice to meet you, Evelyn. I'm Treston." Not many people knew his actual name, but he figured if she was willing to tell him her name, than why not return the favor?
Evelyn smiled, "I've never actually met an Elder, I only know of the Elders." She paused, "Well nice to meet you Treston." She extended her hand in a friendly, yet slightly awkward handshake, silently doubting that he would shake her hand since he was an Elder.
Amadeus entered the ball room, obviously he popped out in the crowd easily. For Amadeus was quite definitely the oldest looking person in the room, and maybe(probably) the whole masquerade. Amadues remember when the tradition of the Masquerade first began, and how well(or not so well) the first one went.
Dylan was about to open her mouth and say something, but the Water Elder had already began talking to an Elemental. Okay, Blythe, news flash. You're no better than one of those Elementals. She smiled curtly, inwardly begging for Treston's attention.
Treston smiled back at Evelyn, the corner of his lips turning upward. "Well, now you can no longer say that. Though I must say, you probably should have chosen one of the other Elders for a proper first impression." He looked down at her hand waiting for a handshake and, with one corner of his lips tilting up a little high in a small crooked smile, he shook her hand. It was nice to simply be treated like any other Elemental instead of the usual curtsy-and-dart-away. He looked back at the Fire Elder, remembering the promise of a dance. "I hope to see you around, Evelyn."
Dylan bit her lip. Although she was over two hundred years old, she still had the hormones of a teenager. And the dance lust. She smiled feebly and picked at her nails from behind her back. Anticipation bubbled in her flame as she staredintently at the Water Elder.
Treston turned around fully to look at the Water Elder and he smiled slightly at her, his jet black hair mussed. "I am sorry about the wait." He stepped a little closer, adjusting his mask. "Are you sure you wish to dance?" He made a face, hoping he wouldn't be as bad at this as he was thinking he would be. But he probably would be. "My dancing skills are most likely more than a little rusty. I would not be offended if you chose someone who has had a little more practice." His smile turned sheepish again. It seemed that was the only way he knew how to smile tonight.
Blythe chuckled. "Of course not. I mean, what better way to practice than with the Queen of the Masquerade herself? I hope I didn't take you away from one of the other girls here. I'm sure they're all dying to dance with you." She said, in a slightly narcissistictone. It was barely noticable, but those who did notice where the ones who knew Dylan well. She had dubbed her the Queen of the Masquerade about one hundred and ninety six years ago, when she was seventeen.
Treston laughed, running his fingers through his hair and only messing it up further. "Of course." He flashed her a tiny smile, moving "Oh. No, it was not like that." A small blush crept over his cheeks. "I was just commenting on her dress and. . . . And this is probably not helping those who are questioning my sexuality." With another small grin, he stepped a little closer, moving out of the way of a dancing couple. "So you are going to have to show me how this is done, again." He'd completely forgotten how do this whole 'dancing' thing. Alright, so I'm a little bit worse then just 'rusty.'
"We'll keep it simple," Dylan said, still laughing slightly at his previous comments. "One, two, thre. One, two, three." She said, showing him the most basic ballroom dancing techniques she had ever learned. "You think you can manage that?" Blythe half smiled as she tossed her notepad somewhere off to the side.
Treston gave a mock serious expression. "We shall see, won't we?" He started to move toward her before pausing. "Wait, what was that last step, again?" Laughing quietly, he mirrored her actions, his body remembering this before his mind did. "How was that? And be honest." His blue green eyes gleamed under the chandelier lights as he looked at her steadily. Kind of like a student studying an instructor. Dancers moved along side of them, careful not to bump into the two Elders.
"Pretty good, for a rusty Elder. Try it again. Like this." Dylan acted out the steps again, for Treston's sake. She glanced up at him, her flame-like eyes telling him to try it and get it right. This was one of those times when the inner fire had the idea that being bossy and rude was cool.
He rose an eyebrow at her words, lips turning up into a small smile. With a nod, he tried it again, his body mirroring her actions perfectly. The spark in her eyes practically screaming, 'Get it right' had been a lot like his mother ordering to do what's expecting of him. But it was also a challenge and he couldn't resist those. "Well? Was that good?" His eyes watched her, waiting for a small sign of approval. Any sign of approval would do, really.
Walking into the ballroom Jade immediately rolled her eyes and looked up at Ash, she had her arm draped around his as though he was her date. What an idiotic idea. Any simpleton should have been able to realize they were siblings, besides Ash was far too stupid to be her type. "I knew it would be like this Ash. Boring and far too over the top." she said and shook her head before attempting to tug his arm towards the exit. It was obvious she did not want to be here.Ash on the other hand was quite delighted to be attending the masquerade event and rolled his eyes at his annoying younger sister. "Come. We must dance and you will have fun because you are far too bitter as it is." he said simply. Dragging her out onto the dance floor he expertly entered into the dance steps easily and smiled brightly at the horrified expression on her face. She had to dance or risk him stepping on her feet, and he knew that she would dance which is why he had forced her to. At the sight of her outrage he let out a laugh and danced with her enjoying the sight of her simmering anger.
Dylan smiled broadly. "Perfect." I guess my teaching skills aren't as bad as I thought they were. She thought to herself as she watched Treston do exactly as he was supposed to. She swallowed her flame, which was insisting on coming out to criticize everyone.((When I refer to her flame, I mean her other personality/person. She kinda has a bipolar disorder...))
Treston smiled. "Your teaching skills far outweigh my dancing abilities, I assure you." Winking, he stepped closer to her and set his hands on either side of her side. "Ready, then?" A small blush flushed across his cheeks again- yup, it had definitely been too long since he'd last danced.
Dylan snorted. "Did you just read my mind there?" She placed one hand on each of his shoulders. "The question is, are you ready?" She raised a flirty eyebrow, a signal she was ready to start dancing and join in on everyone else's fun.
Evelyn frowned inwardly but placed a glossy smile on her lips. She gave an unnoticeable wave to Treston before disappearing into the crowd, slightly frustrated that the only person she had spoken to tonight danced off. She continued awkwardly through the crowd until once again meeting the Ballroom's edges and clasping her hands behind her back.
Jade scowled and at the end of her dance with her annoying prat of a brother she stomped on his foot and then stormed out of the ballroom. Just outside the door for some well deserved fresh air. Had she not left she most likely would have slapped Ash and not only would that have drawn attention but it also might have sparked his red hot temper. Finding himself now devoid of a suitable partner, Ash's eyes scanned the room quickly. Seeing a girl with dark hair and an impossibly pink dress on he smiled and walked over. He recognized her as an elder, you'd have to be blind not to and yet he didn't care. Bending down in a slight bow he smiled at her flirtatiously. "Would you care for a dance, Miss?" he asked, his polite and gentlemanly way of asking her to dance with him. She seemed quite lonely standing on the side lines like this.
Treston gave a mock innocent look. "What? Me? Never." His eyes were teasing as he looked down at her. "I don't know. I mean, I had a good teacher and everything but. . . ." Laughing quietly, he started dancing, moving to the One, two, three thing she had shown him. His muscles relaxed slowly as he let his body move without much thinking involved. Vivian walked along the sides of the floor, her deep blue colored hair like a beacon against all the classy dancers. Her eyes traced along the dancers from behind her mask, taking it all in quietly. The chandelier's lights gave the room an almost unearthly glow. Music filtered around the room, the sounds of instruments being played vaguely distracting. She moved closer to the live band, watching the people as they created symphonies that were breathtaking.
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