Prom 2011 - OPEN TO ALL

[Andrina]

Eyes like diamonds she stared up at him, dazzled by the perfection of this moment. She clung to it, breathless with the hope it presented her. The range of emotions that coursed through her body, some she was sure that she couldn't even name they were so impossibly wondrous, warmed her body from the inside out. Her skin flushed with the heat, spotting primarily her cheeks with red. This was it then. Love. She daresay she felt it before, wrapped in the arms of a sweet talking merman, yet she could safely say that never has she felt something so intense. It was pure emotion to the point that she struggled to recall where she stood because all her thoughts jumbled each time Mumble made a move.

She felt a moment of panic, realizing her complete and utter dependance on him here and certainly from now on. Her heart in his hands, his to hold and mold and hide from harm and, apparently, his heart in her shaking palms as well. A moment of brief fear as her previous self, obsessive over past pain triggered the need to find some place to hide. To her slight astonishment and immense delight she realized that she was compelled to only be closer to him, to let him take all worry away like only he could. No more running from the only person who could save her. From now on she'd be running to him, the idea was enough to cause a funny tickle in her stomach that inspired a smile so big that you'd think she might dissolve into laughter at any moment. A grin so magnificent that it only ceased the moment he brought his lips to hers.

The heat she had been feeling earlier hadn't subsided and her lips burned with his for a brief moment until he laced a hand around hers and asked for a dance. Now, to pretty much everyone else in the world, this might seem like a nice gesture, but nothing compared to the fiery kisses they had been sharing moments ago, not to mention their words of love and adoration, but not to Andy. If there was one thing Andrina Triton knew about Mumble that was beyond certainty, it was the fact that Mumble is a dancer. Though not a dancer herself, Andy understands his passion not only because she has seen the way he loses himself in performances, but also because she has found herself lost in the same way, only with her singing instead. There are some things in life that she is certain can only be expressed through song, just as she's sure there are things Mumble can only say through dance. So even if most didn't think so, this was a big deal.

The combination of euphoria and the general absurdity that he even had to ask, like she'd say no, must have gotten to her, because she laughed a little too hard at Mumble's small poke of fun at himself. She covered her mouth and shook her head apologetically, though her hand hid a grin. Once sure that she wasn't about to break down in giggles she removed her hand and smiled up at him, swinging their tangled arms slightly, childishly. I'll try not to step on your toes she countered his self destructive joke with one of her own whilst indicating that, duh, of course she wanted to dance. With him. And try not to fall on her face. Oh what did it matter really? If he could love her even after all the retarded stunts she's pulled then he could love her with a bruised face.

[miguel]

"This is too good to be true," Miguel announced. "Oh. Did I say that aloud. I'm sorry. It's only that I'm not waiting for anyone either, I'm all alone, and now it seems like coming here alone was the right decision indeed. Milady." He thought that maybe if he added "milady" to all his sentences, it would make him appear more courtly, so he thought he'd give it a try.

"And I would be honoured to escort you to the refreshments." He offered her his arm, as if to prove the accuracy of that claim. "I have heard marvelous things about the punch." That was untrue...he hadn't heard anything about the punch at all, and he immediately wished he hadn't said that. What if the punch was horrible? It was a good thing Miguel wasn't actually the prince of anything, or there might be countries at war over his stupidity.

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It did, indeed, make him appear more courtly - at least to someone like Cinderella, who actually had no idea how princes actually acted anyway - and on top of that it made her almost giddy with delight at how wonderfully he was treating her. Even a few kind words was enough to make Cinderella feel especially loved, after living with her stepfamily.

Taking his arm with a delighted smile, she tried to look as dignified as possible so as to not ruin his princely image.
"Sounds wonderful." She smiled.

((Shooort))

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There was something terribly amusing about Beowulf saying he was having fun. Sunny wasn't about to laugh at him; she was very good at keeping a straight face if she needed to in order to avoid hurting anyone's feelings, or avoid betraying her actual thoughts to murderous assassins, but behind her even smile, she was giggling. Not because she didn't think Beowulf ought to be having fun, just because she automatically thought of other situations in which he could possibly have said that, and came to the conclusion that there probably weren't many. When she tried to think of what they might be, she had to try to imagine what Vikings did for fun, and that made her think of them racing boats or having headbutting contests and other ridiculous things that were most like heinously inaccurate.

She didn't even know what to say to him then. She felt like she ought to say something because whether or not it was really a date thing (not like she'd know, Violet and Klaus had never really discussed those things with her), he was officially her "date" if anyone had asked, and you were supposed to talk to your date.

But even if she didn't know what to say to him, she was content to just be there, because she felt safe when he was there. If he hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't even have felt safe enough to come to this dance. So many people, so many opportunities for people to do bad things in dark corners and get away with it. Everyone else was dancing, so they probably wouldn't even notice the kidnappings and murders and whatnot.

Dancing. Oh. Yes, they should maybe do that...because other people were, and the people who weren't were mostly playing cards, and...

Well, she wanted to. Even if she'd probably embarrass herself. She was getting used to that, anyway. She summoned up all her nerve and asked. Except...not in any language she actually spoke or anyone else in the room would probably understand, but luckily, the words sounded alike, and maybe he'd get her meaning.

"Dans?" she said, hopefully.

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Sunny was completely right. Beowulf did not say that many things were fun. He was a Viking after all, and there wasn’t a whole lot of fun to be had. Actually, that was entirely untrue. There was quite a bit of fun to be had for Vikings. There were festivals and folk dancing and boat races and things of that sort, but Beowulf was never the type to join in. No, he was really only happy when night fell and the merrymaking died down and everyone gathered around the hearth fire to listen to tales told by the skalds. Granted, most of them Beowulf had heard since he was a small child, but he still liked to hear them again.

And while Sunny was fretting about feeling the need to say something, Beowulf did not feel the need to say anything. He had always preferred his own solitude and the stillness of quiet. What he had not expected was to find the very same thing in another person. To Beowulf it seemed that they could have an entire conversation without saying much of anything to the other and that spoke volumes in a way that nothing else could.

Needless to say he was quite enjoying the silence. He didn’t think there needed to be anything else. But apparently Sunny wanted to dance. He looked at Sunny silently for a moment and he couldn’t dash her hopes by telling her that he had no idea how to dance the way people did here. Actually, he thought this dancing looking absurd. There didn’t seem to be any precise footwork and no one seemed to be ‘dancing’ the same way. It was all absurd. But he couldn’t tell Sunny, his little Kettlingr, no and that dancing looked absurd and he didn’t know how to do it anyway.

Setting his punch glass on the table he held out his hand for hers so that he could lead her to the dance floor and attempt at this absurd way of dancing. He was only doing this for her.

[ariel]

Ariel felt beautiful in her light blue prom dress. She wanted to look her best for him and she felt like she achieved that goal. She brushed some red curls from her face, wishing she pinned some back because they were really starting to be annoying. They were also enhibiting her view of the guy she saved, the one she loved so much already. She still couldn't believe it. She'd found him. It was easier than she'd thought. She thought she'd be searching and searching for a long time. This was faster than she thought and she couldn't be happier at that fact...but her happiness was to be short lived.

“Wow, hard to believe, You seem like the sort of girl anyone would want to get to know.” At that, the little red haired girl couldn't help but blush. She put her hand to her cheek and looked down shyly, grinning. Handsome AND cute? she thought to herself, He IS wonderful! I knew it! As she looked into his eyes, her hand fell down from her cheek. She was forming a plan in the back of her mind. The room was so loud because of the number of people and the music, he would never hear her voice over it...even if she had one. Maybe he'd just kiss her now and everything would be perfect.

“Oh my God, I knew it,” Ariel's grin grew dazzlingly bright as he took her hands in his. She could see in his eyes that he knew her eyes. Maybe that was all he saw of her face when she saved him. “You’re…you’re the one I’ve been looking for, aren’t you? She nodded, her grin growing brighter, if possible. She was estatically happy. She never remembered a time when she was this happy. Sure, she was happy when she first saw Eric and all but now? This beat it ten fold. "What’s your name?” The music was loud and the people around them were actually singing, if you could call it singing since it was more like screaming, along. Maybe she could just mouth it... She took a deep breath and mouthed, so it looked like she was just speaking softly, "Ariel."

[aphrodite]

Really, whose horrible idea was it that the teachers had to spend their evening watching out for the students at their little dance? This was not exactly how Aphrodite had planned to spend her Friday night. Still, it was said to her that attendance at this thing was mandatory, so she figured she'd might as well make the best of it. She dolled up as much as she felt was appropriate, painting her lips bright red for a pop of color against the sea of black she'd chosen for herself. It definitely wasn't her best, but it would do. Sighing to herself, she made her way out the door of her little apartment, heading for the school.

Once stepping foot inside, she wished she'd just elected to stay home. Glinda could yell at her for it if she wanted, this was simply ridiculous. Stuffing the wad of fake money she'd been given in her purse, Aphrodite rolled her eyes and made her way toward a refreshment table in the back corner. Electing to keep watch from afar and interfere should something arise, she crossed one ankle over the other and just waited, wondering if any of her family would arrive. She'd also heard rumors that Hermes had taken up teaching here as well. That would certainly be interesting.

After her third child by him had been borne, the Love Goddess had done her best to keep distance between herself and the charming trickster. Certainly she didn't want it to be known that she had been domesticated. Ugh. No thank you. She hadn't spoken to him in quite some time. Maybe luck would hold with her and she'd run into him tonight. He taught here somewhere, she was sure of it. And knowing him as she did, he wouldn't miss an opportunity to work his magic on a large crowd. Aphrodite knew he most certainly had his eye on at least one of the female students here. Old habits die hard. Maybe, just maybe, it'd make it worth her while to be here if her old flame did show up. The night certainly couldn't get any worse.

[miguel]

Miguel held his shoulders back in an entirely outrageous fashion, lifting his chin so that it was vaguely in line with the ceiling, and started forward, holding her on his arm like he was actually some kind of royalty escorting a lovely fellow royal. At least, that was what he hoped it looked like, since that was what he was going for and all.

"So you're not seeing anyone? Socially? Romantically? Er - you know, in a courting fashion?" He waved his free hand as if the elaboration he couldn't seem to manage ought to be made obvious by that simple gesture. "Because I most certainly am not. In case you were wondering, which I thought you might have been, only because...people wonder these things."

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If she thought his words strange, she didn't say anything about it. It wasn't exactly normal conversation for her, that was true, but she didn't know what royals talked about, so perhaps it was a perfectly normal, polite, opening gambit in a conversation, to divulge ones relationship status.
Perhaps it was to avoid any embarassing overtures that might cause wars, or for them to find out what countries they can form alliances with, or... her mind was getting carried away with her, and while she gave no other outward show of her confusion, the silence was lengthening.

She coloured slightly and ducked her head, smiling sheepishly up at him.

"I am terribly sorry, my mind wandered a little then. I am not currently courting anybody, or, that is to say, nobody is currently courting me." It was supposed to be that way round, wasn't it, she was a girl, after all...