Spinning round and round an axis between the two bodies in the red night glow, the heat of the underworld and something else, a odd inner warmth, causing beads of sweat to lightly dribble down the fair forehead of the princess, a dazed expression on her face. The eyes she looked into were familiar, but strange, as if, under that moon's glow, she was seeing him in the light of day for the first time, but that was preposterous. She didn't know anyone like this, at least she didn't think so, it was hard to tell.
The stranger softly speaks her name, Star. It shocks the princess, blasting her out of the stupor that held her, "h-how do you know my name?" Giving a wide grin, he chuckles lightly, continuing the dance, the crowd of monsters and beasts fading away, the heat of hell replaced by the radiant warmth of the two bodies, oh so close to each other.
"You know who I am," he says with a smile, "and I know you, my sweet little star." He leans in, letting his forehead press into her's, the sombrero on his head lifting up slightly so the pair's flesh would touch, sending a cold tingle down Star's back. The stranger's head turns, their lips inching closer and closer together, hot breath caressing her face gently. So painfully, so slowly they come together, the anticipation for contact beginning to mount in the alien girl.
With a sudden start Star pushes the masked man off, his dapper trappings melting away into a plain hoodie that blended in with the crimson moonlight. She stares dumbly at her friend, "M-marco?"
Star wakes with a start, lurching up. As she rises, her body slumped over the side of the bed unceremoniously, she loses her balances and falls onto her back with a loud thud and a small groan. Turning, she pushes back up onto her feet and blindly gropes out into the dim night until she finds the light switch. With a click of the switch she finds herself still in the dark. With a light chuckle she raises her night blinders off of her face, flinching a bit at the sudden light, her eyes quickly adjusting.
She stretches tiredly, her night gown rising to expose her ankles to the cold winter air. A small design failure of her room was the lack of modern heating, and her fire had gone out in the night. Groaning, she sits back down onto her bed, bouncing up slightly as it recoils.
Feeling herself blushing, she sighs in frustration. At this point she wasn't sure how many times she had dreamed of that dance. It wasn't a nightly event, but nevertheless at least once a week she would vividly remember dreaming about the blood moon ball, her mind conjuring the same fantasy over and over again.
Rolling over she let her hands move to rub her eyes and cover her face. She didn't only dream about Marco, she thinks, her blush deepening as she calls to mind some of the more salacious dreams she had had about various other people, but they were all wild and strange, full of flying cupcakes and rainbows. These, well, they were tame, polite, almost shy. She rolled her tongue in her mouth, contemplating it, before sitting up slowly and looking over at her clock with half laden eyes.
"Midnight," she mumbles, "to early." She tries to flop back onto her bed, a large pillow clutched close by her whole body, but she simply rolls back restlessly moments later, an uncomfortable warmth preventing her from getting the sleep she wanted.
She gave a long, languid groan. Every night she had the dream it was like this, waking up with an annoying blush and the inability to return to sleep. Sitting up, she shakes her head gently before wrapping herself up and stepping to her balcony. She gives a light shiver, but soon sports a wide smile as she watches the first snowfall of the season flutter down lightly. She stands there, her mind turning over and over again, trying to discern why she was feeling the way she did. Her and Marco were friends, right? That was all.
It had all started after her encounter with Toffee, she shudders his face flashing back to her with that wide, psychotic grin. She had never felt genuine fear like she had that day, she almost watched her best friend be reduced to a mash. "Could that be why..." she starts to ask idly, her thought trailing off slowly.
Eventually, with a deep shiver from the brisk winter gale, Star moves back inside, closing the glass door to the outside behind her. Chucking her moist blanket to the side, she picked up her wand and did what she always did on nights like this, read the spell book. Glossaryck, thankfully, was asleep. Having a living glossary, while often useful, wasn't particularly helpful when your goal is to understand the nature of the wand as a whole. Staring sadly at the wand, Star clutched it tightly, still having no idea what effects it was having on the ancient artifact.
Slowly she moved to the last page she had read. Even with all of the sleepless nights she had only read through a handful of pages, both due to the sheer complexity of the magical script from the first owner and her own attention span. From time to time she would try to test spells, and they - mostly - succeeded, or at least didn't fail horribly. An hour in she found an odd passage on magic scissors.
"'Jail break the safeties on a pair of dimensional scissors', intriguing" she says with a excited squeak sparks of her natural demeanor appearing in her face, finally finding something interesting in the overly boring tome. The page was old, but most of the information was still there. The language was odd, but similar enough to present day Mewnin that Star could struggle through it, "it seems that dimensional scissors are made with a set of built in safety features to prevent entering extremely dangerous realms," she parrots off, "but, right now in my need, I have chosen to forgo those limitations for the sake of this land." She smiles deviously, "sounds wonderful." The smile fades slightly as a little voice prods at her, telling her that this might not be the best of plans; the last time she played with fire, she got burned.
Her face steles as she stands, her massive hair bouncing as she snatches her scissors from the night stand and placing them onto the table. "I am not afraid," she says loudly, "Restrictas Ulimitoos Domainos." Star points her wand to the target of her defiance, a blast of green energy enveloping them, causing them to rise slowly to the air.