#sweetillusicn

alejandro was on his third cup of coffee, his naturally abundant energy only causing his restless legs to grow even more restless. he watched the windows as if his will-power would be the sole reason why the storm would cease. that proved to be untrue after the few minutes he could handle staying silent. “oh my god, this really can’t go on forever, though. right? like, snow stops at some point. i’ve never seen snow — way too fucking cold, honestly — but it does stop. and then people make the little snow people and do the wings in it and all that? how long does that take? you look smart enough to know, so you would know. what’s the longest it’s ever snowed?” he talked continuously, no filter between mind and mouth.

cyril had taken a moment to sit and watch the others, lips pressed into a fine line. there was something about the ball that just didn’t sit well with him. perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t know who was who – something that hit that suspicious nature of his. “it really is a wonder how these people can be so comfortable dancing with strangers you don’t even know the full face of. foolish, the lot of them,” he complained to his companion next to him, shaking his head as he continued to watch the festivities.

“if you are here to tell me to stop or to ask what i am doing, save your breath, tiny one,” shea said as they saw someone approach from the corner of his eye. he didn’t turn around to look at them though – far too engrossed with his current task of balancing the filled champagne glasses in a precarious tower. “feel free to take one at your own peril once i’ve finished. if you manage to spill and or break them while doing so, that’s on you,” he continued before stepping back to admire the pyramid of delicate glass and alcohol. “voila. what do you think? absolutely absurd.”

while amaury knew how to do it, it didn’t mean he enjoyed dancing so properly. it was far too mechanical, too distant. he’d fallen in love with how people danced in the small little clubs in paris – bodies close and hands free to touch. he’d taken a break from said dancing, sipping at his flute when he looked over at someone. “when are you going to ask me to dance? i must warn you, it is quite difficult to impress me – and ballroom is boring me. you at least have pretty eyes for me to stare at. it would be quite a treat for you to dance with me as well, non? i think i rank rather high in looks here.”

eve’s eyes were wide as she practically danced between the people in the stalls, gaze never leaving someone she chose to trail behind. she was hungry and all the people in town were only making her hungrier – she didn’t want to play it ‘good’ anymore. she waited until she thought the time was right, cornering them with a semi-gentle push. “you shouldn’t leave your back turned all night. did you even know i was following you?” she taunted, fangs flashing with her smile. “this is a carnival, right? everyone should be able to win their prize and i’m here to collect mine. i think that’s pretty fair.”

cyril scrunched his nose. creature had been playing games with him for the past hour – constantly stealing little things from him and flying off. it was a wonder why he kept the infuriating bird around, but he just couldn’t bring himself to releasing the thing. creature was leaving small feathers as a trail to find him, cyril picking up each one and planning on smacking – kindly – the bird with them. “you haven’t seen an idiotic bird flying about, have you? the cheeky thing thinks he can just take from me without consequence. a feather for your trouble if you desire,” he offered, holding out one of the dark feathers to the other. he didn’t think she would really want it, but there were some who treasured them as well.

a frustrated groan escaped blade as he threw yet another scrap of metal into a pile, huffing as he placed his hands on his hips. “how can an entire town not hold one sword? what sort of perfect, defenseless place is this?” he still had a small dagger on him, but he was missing the comforting weight of two short swords in his hands. he didn’t trust the townsfolk and knew he would need to defend himself – or attack – at any moment. “you’re rather small, you wouldn’t happen to have seen something in the tinier places?” he asked, more as a joke to ease his frustration than a real jab at the other’s height. “or, maybe you’re a little squirrel and you’ve hidden all weapons away in your little den.”

“do you think it would be possible or even worth it to set up, like, a mini concert here?” dixon asked, tapping a few keys on the laptop he’d commandeered from somewhere. it was lucky that he could find some music mixing software or else he would be losing his mind. sure, he could have gone the more traditional route and simply stayed with some drums or piano, but that wasn’t something he wanted to focus on. “maybe it could make everyone feel a little more at ease for a while. or, maybe they would absolutely hate it and distract them that way,” he said with a small chuckle. you couldn’t count on everyone enjoying your music, or even your genre of music. but someone had to enjoy it – just one.