find-the-marquis:
Who: @harcourtstart | 0/5 When: about two hours into thea’s arrival Where: near the middle of the dancing area
Snow White. She’d chosen the outfit as a jest - a character meant to be pure as snow. It had made her laugh when she’d first thought it up, tucking the only snow white item she owned into the lacey red bandeau that had inspired her costume, intending to indulge in the powder when the evening fizzled. The girl had hardly made it an hour before she’d cracked into her stores, blessing her nostrils and keeping her spirits high. Two hours in to the ball and her lips were still blood-red, her body feeling light and the imposter symptoms completely abandoned.
Now? Now she craved movement. Already her hips were liquidizing, twisting as dilated eyes scanned the crowd of masked society members for someone daring enough to meet her gaze. When she did, her smile was almost vicious, nodding at the stranger as she shrugged out of her costume jacket. “Let’s liven the mood, shall we?” She curls her finger, nods a curly head, knowing she’ll be followed onto the dance floor.
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Penelope was all too aware that eavesdropping was rude. One might even argue it to be far from ladylike but she didn’t particularly care. In her twenty-two years roaming the earth she had yet to find a high quite like finding out pieces of information you weren’t meant to be privy too. Unfortunately for the wandering vision in bloody white, two hours in and she still hadn’t stumbled upon anything overtly scandalous.
“He ghosted me and showed up with her.”
“I’m not talking to them right now, they called my thesis weak & uncreative.”
“I’m stressed not pregnant.”
Were just a couple of the general snippets that made their way to Penelope as she roamed the crowd, ears perked and an inconspicuous smile on peach painted lips. She was just beginning to resign herself for a dull evening when she’s approached by a familiar face in the crowd. Thea’s costume in enough to produce a laugh, light and airy as dark hues follow the motion jacket falling to the wasteside. “Is that a question or royal demand princess? And if I were to accompany you to the dance floor....does that make me one of your dwarfs cause that’ll definitely factor into my willingness.”
