Hey everyone! So sorry I haven't been around...but now I'm back in business! Remember how I promised I was breaking out of my comfort zone? Well...I did!
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Genre: General
Masquerade
Everyone here was a wearing mask; there was no questioning that fact. The masks were all very elaborate, laughing and sighing and nodding mechanically, without true emotion carrying in the action. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could catch the slip of a mask—a young woman yawning as her older companion recounted some tale, a man looking quickly away from his friends to catch the eye of a woman.
But there were those in the crowded ballroom so accustom to wearing a mask it felt more like a second skin than anything else.
A young Hector Barbossa, his features still whole and youthful, twirled a young maiden around gracefully on the floor. What was her name? Rose? Yes, he believed it was Rose. It didn't matter, really. What truly mattered was that dapper diamond necklace draped delicately around her neck and the gleaming jewels resting on her fingers.
The silly young woman fluttered her eyes at Hector, and he smiled gently. Just one more part of the act, one more pointless motion that would bring him nearer and nearer to that shining reward.
Too late, Hector realized his mask had fallen for a moment, and the young woman had seen the wolfish gleam of greed in his eyes. She frowned and pulled away slightly.
Trying not to show his panic, Hector reassembled the mask, feeling it's familiar weight upon him once more. The young woman angled her head suspiciously but it allow herself to be pulled back into his arms, stepping in time with the lively music.
Hector, however, was cursing himself for being so foolish.
He couldn't afford to let the mask slip again.
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