An abundance of crystals floating everywhere, grotesque masks to be seen, and beautiful music played on in a large room, seemingly to be a ballroom. A young girl in a flowing but slim white dress with streaks of silver from her chest to the bottom, her hair black as night done up with a silver clasp and tinsel woven throughout it. Her face was very fair but had a hint of glitter throughout and silver eye shadow that played up her emerald eyes. Her eyes were searching the ballroom for something, somebody, unsure of what/who she is looking for.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ballroom, a wiry but soft figure stood proud with his velvet midnight blue type of overcoat with a white material underneath and tight grey britches along with black boots. His hair wild with streaks of dark blue, his face with sharp features, above his eyebrows shaded with blue and grey blending into each other. His mismatched eyes, one metallic blue and the other seemingly black with a hint of blue in the outer rims, also scanning the large room for something he desires, although unsure of what it is.
The young girl noticed the wiry figure as she made her way through the crowd and felt butterflies, a familiar feeling. Do I know him? He seems so familiar. She continued to make her way to him and suddenly heard the song that she remembered from her music box and stopped in her tracks. She looked around bewildered, wondering where the music was coming from, no band or musical instrument.
The wiry figure seemed bored with the ballroom but held the mask of pride just the same, until he suddenly took notice of the beautiful raven black haired girl. For the first time since he had been in the ballroom, he moved and did so towards her. He secretly hoped she would look at him for he wanted to see her eyes. Look at me. I want to see your eyes, look at me. The man moved a little closer to her so she would eventually see him and held a devilish grin.
The two locked eyes once the girl walked a little closer, she stared into his eyes up and realized how beautiful his features were. She also could not shake off the familiar feeling, thoughts running over in her mind trying to figure out who this dark creature was. The man took notice of her beautiful eyes and thought back to the first time he saw malachite. 'Her eyes make malachite look dull,' the male remarked silently and also could not help but feel he should know who she is. The black-haired beauty whispered, 'Jareth?'