THE BALL

[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[Today is the day of the ball, and as such the entry to the Grand Ball Room is wide open, a sound of music echoing through the halls. Not too far away are signs pointing to the general area, intended to help those who are new as well as remind those who are interested.

The room itself seems incredibly clean, thanks to a few enchanted brooms, some of which are still there to clean up any messes from the food. Speaking of food, there is a large table with many delicious meals to choose from, from classy foods to simpler snacks such as chips and even a bit of treats for the children and others who enjoy sweets. And of course, beverages are present, such as punch, water, soft drinks, and even a bit of wine for the adults. Off to the side is an ice box, which may in fact contain sea salt ice cream.

Similar to the last ball, there is a comfortable area set off to the side for those who would rather relax, maybe take a break from dancing. It consists of comfortable chairs and couches for the guests, and even smaller tables for beverages.

Of course, the main attraction is the dance floor itself, which is dimly lit by a chandelier and the occasional candles here and there. The aforementioned music at the moment is classical, a sort of waltz and seems to be coming from no apparent source-- but one may notice somewhere in the ball room that Mickey himself is present, dressed not only in proper masquerade attire, but also with a familiar hat.

Anyone is welcome to enjoy the ball. However, if trouble should arise Mickey does have a Keyblade and would be more than willing to intervene; this is meant for enjoyment, not violence.]

Comments

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[b-blushes a little and is so close to moving away from her but doesn't.
he can do this.]

It seems that even a small amount of coffee can wake me up. XD

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head just slightly, blinking her saphire eyes up at him.]

awesome. XD

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[that seems to calm him down and he leans in closer.]

XD

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She blinks again, before giving him a small shy smile, leaning a little closer as well.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he finds himself wondering for a brief moment why this feels so significant, but then their lips meet and and it gets really hard to think at all.]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Pretty much the same for her. She's not sure why she's getting so dazed so easily today, but she cant really focus on that right now.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[...she didn't have any of those cookies, right?
he closes his eyes and leans even closer, no longer moving to the music but focusing solely on Namine.]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Nope. No cookies. She's just especially affected by the romantic atmosphere tonight.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[good. because drugs are bad, kids.
romance is good though!]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Definitely.

She wraps her arms a little more firmly around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss slightly.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he shudders and imitates her by holding her tighter around the waist.]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She makes a soft pleased sound at that.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he runs a hand up her back to caress her hair.]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She moves a little closer at that, deepening the kiss just slightly.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't lean closer, but on the other hand he doesn't recoil either. improvement!]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't move away, but after a moment, Namine does. She blushes and glances around them.

Everyone could see theeeeeeeeem.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yes, they can. and Roxas doesn't seem bothered by it at all.]

Are you okay...?

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Well, Namine's still embarrassed.]

Uh. F-fine. I guess.

[Still blushing.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[as long as it's all nice people it doesn't matter to him.]

You look feverish. Are you sure you're not sick?

[feels her forehead just to be safe. :o]

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

I-I'm fine.

[Blushing more.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[hm. he still doesn't believe her.]

Maybe we should take a rest.

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She gives a shy smile and nods.]

Yeah. Good idea.

[...Blush is starting to go away.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[takes her hand, their fingers intertwining, and heads for the couches.]

I'm exhausted. I've been dancing the whole evening.

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[She smiles.]

Then I'm not surprised that you're so tired.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he nods and sinks down on a very soft-looking couch.]