Masquerade
Written by: tangerine kisses
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
She knew from the moment they met, the exact time he met her eyes, that there wouldn't be any turning back. The golden shinning lights glimmered in the dark.
Crowd jousting could be heard through out the distant dance floor. People in unusual garments prowled around the immensely grand space. It felt like breathing with No Air.
She felt her breath stop, the slowly deeming crowd, felt so far-away. The once usual faces seemed hazy and vague. Somehow, she heard small indistinct voices, prowling, demanding.
Yet, the only thing that felt clear was his dazzling crimson eyes that hung from his shapely visage. She took notice how handsome he looked the ragged planes on his face, which gave away the softness of his skin.
She couldn't take her eyes of his face, when his dark locks fell across his eyes.
No air…
Lightly contrasting with the gleaming light from the dance ball, he noticed her golden tresses plowing across her bare shoulders, fell across her breast. Damned will he if he ignored the tight knots of lust coiling inside him. He saw how her creamy skin complimented her face. He wanted to feel his hands caressing her face, her neck. He wanted to know how would it have felt to run his hands through her wild tresses, how it would've have been to feel her skin on his.
He observed how her taunt rosy lips parted ever so slightly. Her affront nose hung on her small visage, and her eyes! How brilliant they seemed in the lightened dark. Wide warm chocolate pools that rested on derisive gravity. His breath stilled…
No air…
Lights flickered, yet neither paid attention. Slow deep beats sounded, yet it was lowly dismissed.
Through this crowd of people, throngs of noise.
Nothing mattered except each other. The white cloth she wore glittered distinctly, it covered from her breast like ribbons over and out, hanging own her in a stagnant princess cut.
She wore no jewelry except her stunning eyes, no accessories except her golden tresses. She looked simply striking. From the moment she stepped through the brass doors, none rivaled her simplicity.
Tell me how am. I supposed to breathe with no air.
Her pools raked the floor from above, and astonishingly she caught a pair of amazing crimson pools. How it pinned her to oblivion had left her unmoving.
Her breath stilled, stopped and then yet the show must go on.
To be continued.
-tangerine kisses