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Ballroom

I've never felt so out of place.

I just thought I should start out by saying that. It sets the mood for my little story I suppose. It was the celebratory ball after Ike's heroic defeat of Ashera, hosted at Castle Crimea.

Now let me get this straight. I hate celebrations. I hate events. I hate nobles. I hate ball gowns. I hate floral speech.

Anyway, every surface in the ballroom shimmered and glistened. I was probably the only person in the entire room wearing cotton. Even Ike was wearing some dramatic getup Titania forced him into while spouting some 'tradition' nonsense. He looked preposterous with ruffles bursting out of his neck. Absolutely ridiculous. He knew it, I knew it, everyone in the room knew it. I'm glad he was taking the event with a bit more humor than I was, as I could notice a somewhat sarcastic gleam in his eyes the entire night.

I couldn't stop sneezing and coughing all night. Now that I look back, I'm guessing it was the flower arrangements on all of the dining tables. I don't like to eat meat anyway, so I nibbled on a green salad and bread while watching a very drunk Gatrie shake the table as he harshly pounded his fist during dramatically retelling stories of his bravado. I guess it was entertaining.

Everyone was wearing satin and silk and velvet and taffeta and sequins and embroidery and beading and I was just about to vomit.

When they bent back in laughter it looked as if their neck ruffles jutted out their throats, like the joy was expelling some sort of disgusting beast from their body.

I really couldn't take the charades anymore, overdramatic it may be, so I went to duck behind some opaque red curtains. Not my favorite color, red. I'll give you one guess why.

Suddenly someone stumbled into the curtain after me, and I was startled until I recognized it was Ike.

"Hey," he said lightly and then placed a small kiss on my lips.

"I absolutely hate this."

"Hahaha, lighten up! The wine's not bad, and the women look really beautiful, right?" I gave him a filthy look.

"Just kidding, jeez. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"You want to leave Crimea with me after all this?"

"Okay."

"...Just okay? Don't you want to know where I'm thinking or anything? Usually you're not this spontaneous."

And then I just kissed him.

"As long as it's with you."

Haven't done a pointless Ike Soren oneshot in a looongg time. I actually still write them all the time, I just find that I'll write an entire story, read it, and then delete it. It's weird. I don't know if I'm lazy or don't think they're worthy but that's what I do. This one's pretty dumb. Whatever. Review please.