Masquerade
Pairing: Stella/Noctis
Warnings/Spoilers: Slightly AU
Author Note: my first Stella/Noctis fic. So hopefully its not to bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Versus
He knows that is a matter of tradition for the country to host a masquerade ball in honor for the Festival of Etro.
Women and men dress elegantly with masks covering their faces as they dance to the almost Gothic type of music. He supposes the only reason the music sounds so dark is because Etro is the goddess of Death.
The goddess that welcomes that dearly departed souls into her kingdom. He vaguely watch the various couples dance to the dark music. Woman dress in dark gowns of dark crimson, navy blue, deep violet and even a few black ones as well. While the men were dress simply in dark suits that look a lot alike really.
Then he saw her. A woman dressed in a long silvery white ball dress, and he knows the only reason why she gets to dress in white is because she is the queen.
She is suppose to stand out from the rest of the crowd and that means dressing in a light color while other guests dress in dark shades of purples, blues, and red. He even notices a few black elegant black dresses.
Her bright golden locks cascading down her shoulders into simple curls. Simple but elegant silver jewelry decorated her body.
He can see her pink gloss lips curl into a soft smile when she notices him. Despite the mask he is currently wearing over the top of his face. Of course he believes masks do very little to hide the identities of a person.
He had already recognized a few of his friends either by their semi flirtatious attitude, their hair or body structure, but it was tradition to wear such mask on this holiday.
He instantly finds himself moving towards his wife, and pressing a soft and chaste kiss against her lips. Before noticing her lips curl into a soft smile, "I see that you finally made it, Noct."
His smirk lightly at remark, "How did you know it was me, and not some other man who hopes to claim you for myself."
She returns to his smirk, "I can tell, but you owe me a dance my dark king."
He smirks lightly at his wife calling him "her dark king" it was kind of a habit between them. Not that he was necessary evil or anything. In return he usually calls her his "Star Princess."
"Of course," he remarks extending a hand out towards her and she instantly place her hand on top of his as he semi leads to her on the dance floor.
He can instantly feel the eyes of many of the guest watching him and his wife as they semi lead in the waltz. The king and queen always start off the first dance alone while the other guest watch. One by one the slowly couple slowly starts to join them on the dance floor their moves in sync with the dance movements of him and his wife.
As far as he can tell no one has really messed up in the steps for this complicated dance. Of course they have probably been practicing the steps for months or years. Years in his case and he can still recall trying to get out of his dancing lessons.
He has always hated dancing.
He only tolerates it because it was something that is required for him to do, and he will admit during his engagement to Stella he did start to see dancing in a semi new light.
He can see a soft teasing smile glowing on his wife's features as the song came to an end, "I thought you hated dancing, Lord Noct."
He returns her smirk before commenting lightly, "It has some advantages."
"Advantages?" she echos blinking in slight confusion. "What type of advantages?"
"It's a secret," he replies with a teasing smile spreading across his handsome features. He gently presses his lips against hers in a soft kiss.
-the End