°·Bent Reality·°

[OOC]

“Why am I so afraid to lose you, when you are not even mine.”

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @ryuusake asked: ♕ - Benn

King was staring deep into a glass of wine, a frown across their lips hidden by the cup. A young nobleman, near their age, was chattering away surely about something he felt important and impressive. But King was not the least bit interested. She came to the party for the food, but instead was stuck babysitting men too old for the pissing contests they kept trying to hold in order to garner her attention. Standing abruptly from her seat, she turned, gave a gentle bow and excused herself. They didn't want to be there anymore, too many ties twisted too tight, and one more trampled toe and they'd flee into the ocean. Unfortunately, they brushed too close to the dance floor, and in the middle of an exchange, King was snatched into the sway of some noble woman. Beautiful woman, truly, blonde hair, soft gray eyes and a beautiful green dress to boot. But something about her smile had King wanting to crawl away like they were on fire. Maybe it was just the general distrust of nobles in this world that had their skin crawling at the physical contact. They managed to break away out of the dancing circle, and stumbled over. Still unsteady on their land legs, King felt a body bump into theirs and the world tilted. Their height made it hard to fall with grace, which was truly a regrettable thing, but it was almost fairy tale like in how they were captured by the person who bumped into them. Their voice caught at the sight of blue and silver through the shroud of black lace on their own face. An unwitting flush of embarrassment coloring what little of their face was left exposed below the mask. They hadn't even had any alcohol that night! The crimes of falling were entirely upon their own balance, any other moment and they could've dodged him, hardly his fault. But still, they accepted his apology, allowing the man to help them stand back up, black gloved hands gently overturning in his as they parted from slightly tangled limbs.

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @ryuusake asked: ♕ - Shanks

King was anything if not nosy, they couldn't stand not being involved in something. Though, the longer they stood among such noisy pompous faces the more they remembered why they avoided social niceties back in their world. Their mother knew it was futile to get them to stay around people who acted holier than thou own ass, so King felt an eyebrow twitch behind their elegant mask, annoyance barely hidden. They wore a lace mask, simple but obscuring just enough of their face to hide who they were. Not that anyone would recognize them anyway, given that they were neither a noble or a full human like everyone else here. Which made their identity even more obscured. King did manage to mingle, conversing with the people of the party, learning their stories through liquor loosened lips, and filing away useless information of their families in their mind. Everyone there referred to them as miss, and madam, and anything effeminate. An obvious ploy to get in good with whatever noble family the muscular young beauty of a lady resided with. Unfortunately for the nobles offering drinks and company, King didn't enjoy drinking wine and vastly preferred the rough beers found in taverns, the overly ripe or distilled liquors making their stomach turn. Politely, King turned them down and moved away, intending to mingle with someone else that perhaps smelled a little less of liquor and booze. But despite this desire, they found themselves bumped into by a roguish captain like man that just smelled of booze and silent bravado in the face of all of these pompous faces. Was his bow mocking them or the nobles around? A false smile curled their peach hued lips and they paused to deny yet another man's advances. But upon looking at him, piercing blue eyes meeting his black gaze had King pausing. What they didn't expect to encounter here was someone who very clearly (to King) didn't belong, and it sent a warm sensation in their otherwise embittered bones, the necessity of noble etiquette falling away.

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @ryuusake asked: ♕ - Mercy

King spent the latter hours of the party dancing, feet aching and mind numb to the senseless chattering of nobles bragging about their achievements. King blankly stating that they were wealthy enough to receive nearly 8 million beri a month if they so desired it. Which, that was a mistake. Of course, that was a habit of theirs speaking without thinking. They stared down at the gaping mouth of their dance companion and grinned under the mask. They thanked their companion for the dance, and quickly stepped away, exiting the dance floor with a speedy grace, heels clicking the ground under their dress. Weaving the rough the crowd, hoping to vanish among the bodies, King was not watching where they were going. Black mask obscured some things from their vision, but it kept their striking eyes hidden and their face clouded from being identified. And that was the most important thing at a masquerade ball like this, your anonymity. King stepped briskly, aiming to get lost in the crowd. As soon as the sounds of pursuit were gone, King turned around a rather large statue and managed to find the table of food. Snatching up a plate, King began to make their way around the table, long gown sweeping the floor as they brushed between people, piling treats and food atop the plate. Neck deep into the plate of food, King was, once again, not watching where they were going. Really, they should do that by now. But instead, they didn't notice the pink dressed woman approach until clang they clattered together and bot plates dropped to the ground. Luckily for the two fake nobles, the clattering of plates was covered by a swell in the music, not drawing too many eyes to them. Unluckily for Mercy, King 100% heard what the brunette woman said due to their close proximity.