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── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶WINDYGO was startled for the second time tonight. as the name struck her like an stone tossed into still water. w i n d y | w e n d y. angel's merged with pan's voice echoed in her ears ── warped ── stretching thin until it was no longer an rippling sound but an trigger. as her glossy-lips trembled momentarily ── her body had already tried to shape itself to the n a m e. another self. in the kind of way an mirror sometimes showed an stranger's face before ones own. dusty blues taking in angel's smile as her own pupils began to dilate.

they were to close. to knowing. && if she moved back to avoid angel's hand ── she'd be pressed against the suit of armor pans shadow possessed. as she had no choice but to feel the way the others hand cupped her own cheek as if triggered into someone she had no choice but to become.

fragmented thoughts && stuttering heartbeats ── becoming like the pages she tried to rip out from an chapter of an fairy tale-nightmare they tried to forget ── feeling an part of her rising like smoke through her veins ── wrapping around her bones until her voice && actions belonged to someone she tried to rid an long time ago.

though she thought it rather inconvenient that they chose this precise moment ── to make her the centerpiece of there attention. arching an brow as her voice was light && laced with amusement. " why indeed? most vanish the instant someone shinier drifts past ── but you are ... watching me? "

" && that ── is far more dangerous. tell me ── what is your wicked little plan this evening? " as she gave an playful swat at the hand cupping her cheek ── as if batting away an overeager suitor than an equal. " because i have doubt its smudging an lady's rouge && bruising dignities. "

as the corners of her glossy-lips quirked upward ever so slightly. " overwhelmed? my dear ── this is not overwhelming. it is educational. observe how the end of the summer ball is treated like the coronation of civility itself ── when in fact its a miracle we are not asked to wear price tags alongside our outfits. "

she spoke lightly && polite enough ── though dilated dusty-blues flickered across the marble floor. how the grand summer event had arranged itself without an single order given. the divisions was plain enough to read. money on one side ── homespun ── isle-vintage on the other.

yet exceptions stood out like bloody smudges on pirate maps. especially that one. for instance seemed to drift between social-classes with an studied eccentricity. yet she has seen pirates && mermaids in neverland hold congress with more grace than auradon's carefully divided ballroom. still ── she could not help but smile at the irony. the ball meant to welcome e v e r y o n e ── had only perfected the art of reminding them exactly where they stood. && those with an little more studied eccentricity had sharper strategies than any general on the battlefield.

she wasn't sure what they were aiming for but it wouldn't be lady-like to be out-rightly rude to the other. tilting her head slightly ── returning her dilated dusty-blues back toward the other scoffing. " only ghost of propriety ── which has been haunting this ballroom all evening. "

── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ WINDYGO never liked gatherings ── especially ' The End of Summer Ball ' buzzing with restlessness that made her skin crawl. Citizens && guests of the crown always seemed so dazzled by the crowns tradition.

But she couldn't help but fidget at the edges. Inching backword avoiding others ── nervous as if the polished marble floors would crack open beneath her ballet slippers. Until she felt frozen as her breath hitched when her shoulder felt something cold!

Colder than stone. Turning sharply ── all she saw was an decorative gleaming knight? An empty suit of armor. No one spared it an glance. Though she knew ── pans shadow coiled in hollowed darkness from within. Watching her.

That . . . was new. Terror was burning as sharp as shattering glass within her chest. With an strangled-frustrated sound she lashed out. That. That wasn't funny! Kicking it. As regret was the second feeling.

Pain rippled up her leg like lightening ── her bones shuddering by the crushing force of metal unmoved ── pans shadow highly amused as the visor softly clanked as if laughing. " bloody hell ── " she hissed between clenched teeth.

" can you ── for once ── not hover around me like some cursed chaperone?! " Overwhelmed ── she stomped her foot good foot down. As her heart was racing as the knights empty helm seemed to tilt ── just slightly ── amused.