Lost Princess

          ☼ || The masquerade is an exciting event for the blonde, Rapunzel finding herself getting lost in the thrum of everything. She tries all she can at least once, dancing with complete strangers whenever she can. It’s her large amounts of energy keeping her going, flitting around the room and skillfully maneuvering around twirling silks and busy feet.

     It’s more refined than the festival she went to, she supposes. Everyone here dressed their best and the music playing come from finely polished string instruments instead of visibly worn guitars that intermingled with the excited voices of the people. It would be cruel to compare them too much, not when they were both so amazing in their own special way, Rapuzel wouldn’t be able to choose which one she enjoyed better even if she thought about it for a long while. Lack of experience with things has taught her that to enjoy whatever she can whenever she can.

     She finishes a dance with some kind stranger by twirling her way out of the crowd, pink skirt of her dress wrapping around her legs. She steadies herself clumsily, letting out a soft and slightly embarrassed laugh when she realizes that she almost ran into someone.

          ☼ || ❝It’s a nice party isn’t it?❞

     Inquiry placed as blonde takes a seat at one of the many tables on the outskirts of the dancefloor. Partially, she feels bad for sitting with the okay to, worried that this might be someone else’s seat she taken hostage. At the same time her feet ache, and she wonders if this would have been an issue if she actually wore shoes for once. That thought however, is quickly pushed to the side since shoes aren’t something she’s fond of in the first place.

     Shifting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the teen assess whoever it was she sat across from. Despite appearances, he looks definitely older than her, and the female is spurred by a sudden curiosity and questions. Most she would probably keep to herself for the time being. 

          ☼ || The once lively music had turned a shade softer, Rapunzel watches as couples grow closer together, steps becoming slower. As efficiently as she can, the female squeezes her way off the dancefloor, politely declining an offered hand with an apologetic smile. She only bumps into two people, a feat she’s quite proud of once she finds her way out of the crowd of dancing couples.

     No seats currently available, the teen leans back against a pillar, gaze following the dancing figures. It’s just like something out of a fairytale, one that she wouldn’t be a part of. She takes her gaze to the floor, not wanting to risk making awkward eye contact with anyone that might be passing by. She should look like she’s standing here on purpose so something close.

     Teeth worry her bottom lip for a moment before she decides to throw caution to the wind. Hands placed on the pillar, she shifts herself to the side, to be better heard by the stranger closest to her.

         ☼ || Mask is adjusted for at least the tenth time to it being initially placed. Excitement and nervousness curls in the blonde’s stomach like smoke as green hues flit and flicker across the scene before her. Though this might not be the first time Rapunzel has attended a social gathering, this is the first one that is so incredibly formal, she isn’t sure what to do about it.

     She decided to take an initiative, go without being accompanied by anyone, some parts of her not wanting to bother people with her fretting about the event. Now actually there, she hovers near the entrance, watching people file into the designated building, trying to catch a glimpse of someone familiar. An in vain sort of proceeding since the point was to be unrecognizable for the most part.

     A few deep breaths are taken and words of reassurance muttered to herself before the blonde straightens her back and walks closer to the entrance. Spurts of boldness being what she’s known for, Rapunzel walks toward a lone figure near the entrance, partly out of interest due to the metal helmet that they wore.

MASQUERADE 2015

          ☼ || Though having sent out gifts earlier, the blonde isn’t exactly expecting anything back. She is pleasantly surprised upon receiving a gift from the female. Though she isn’t quite sure how the object works, she is amazed by it and regards it with childlike excitement.

          ☼ || The blonde practically squirms in anticipation waiting for the other’s return, green hues lighting up upon seeing receiving the wrapped gift. She has an inclination to rip at the bindings, but decides that it’s a habit better left for when at her own abode. It takes a minute or two before the gift is actual freed, but once it is, there is a loss of words.

         ☼ || Having never really celebrated Christmas before, the blonde was ecstatic upon finding a set of gifts neatly and brightly wrapped, all waiting for her. With haste does make her way towards them, ripping at their packaging to find what’s inside.

     Each gift is met with a noise of excitement and one of the sweaters is quickly donned on and the blonde marvels at the fact that it lights up in such a way. She’ll make good use of the art supplies that’s for sure and the brush; thank whoever sent it because the female had already gone through five since arriving. The books, the books make her the most excited; she’ll definitely need a place to put them until she can read them.

Name: [redacted] Nicknames:  ali, sam (when adults are being super lazy) Birthday: november 3rd Height: 4'11 Eye Colour: brown Hair Colour: brown Ethnicity: black Lives in: florida Relationship Status: single and eating french fries Hobbies: sitting around and watching tv and hoarding books from the library  Special talent(s): i can run perfectly fine off of 2 hours of sleep Warning/disclaimer: talks loudly and excessively about things no one cares about Struggling With: the fact that the infernal devices did not end with my ot3 kissing each other tbh

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