Immortal
A girl revenging her younger brother's death. She has found true love as well. Can there love last or will a newcomer take her heart instead?
He swings an arm around her shoulder; she wore a strapless dressed that plunged low both back and front. It was made of satin, and was lavender, smooth, and velvety at the touch. He was on her right, wearing a formal tuxedo.
He grinned as she lifted his arm off her bare shoulder; instead she wove her hand around his.
"Ready" he asked lifting his gaze to hers "hell, as ready as I’ll ever be" she answered in tune. They stepped forward; she swallowed as he held confident strides to back her up.
They entered a massive door, it opened singeing there eyes with the blinding light leaving a loud creaking sound. "Welcome" a masculine voice said, in a happy, cheery sort of way. "Thanks" she replied; he looks ahead and sees nothing but people everywhere.
Well, it was a masquerade ball he thought. The room was as colorful and bright as any other he’d seen, everyone in particular masks. Shoot almost forgot he opened his jacked revealing two masks hidden "here" he handed her the mask. It was beautifully decorated, black and white, the mask was feminine, swirls surrounding it, not too little, and not overdone. She took it and slipped it on as he fitted his on as well.
Descending on the steps, all eyes were on them, all the men had looked on eagerly at her while all the women stood there gaping jealously. "Easily impressed" he whispered to her ear, she looked on dismissing it.
Just don’t fall down these steps, don’t fall, don’t fall she repeated to herself, you won’t, and if you do I’m here to catch you he told her thoughtfully. She watched every step until they reached the floor.
A guy submerged from the crowd grinning "hey fellas how’re you" he asked, his breath smelled of alcohol, but his hand held a glass of champagne. His dark hair riveted in a mess, and his mask easily drawing near to a fall. It was lopsided and his brown eyes were making weird gazes at her, he seemed drab.
"Bonjour, as well expected" a guy appearing as well held two champagne glasses for them, he pulled the guy who seemed drunk away, pushing him into the crowd. "Forgive me, some slums sometimes sneak in." "Oh, wait…is that you Cam?" "Oui, monsieur" in his French accent; Lucius knew he recognized that voice, the familiarity was uncanny. "Aw man it’s nice to see you again" he slipped Alika’s hand out of his and went over to Cam for a guy bro hug. He tugged Cam’s hand and he went in awkwardly "vous avez manqué ainsi mon ami" Cam said.
He grinned as she lifted his arm off her bare shoulder; instead she wove her hand around his.
"Ready" he asked lifting his gaze to hers "hell, as ready as I’ll ever be" she answered in tune. They stepped forward; she swallowed as he held confident strides to back her up.
They entered a massive door, it opened singeing there eyes with the blinding light leaving a loud creaking sound. "Welcome" a masculine voice said, in a happy, cheery sort of way. "Thanks" she replied; he looks ahead and sees nothing but people everywhere.
Well, it was a masquerade ball he thought. The room was as colorful and bright as any other he’d seen, everyone in particular masks. Shoot almost forgot he opened his jacked revealing two masks hidden "here" he handed her the mask. It was beautifully decorated, black and white, the mask was feminine, swirls surrounding it, not too little, and not overdone. She took it and slipped it on as he fitted his on as well.
Descending on the steps, all eyes were on them, all the men had looked on eagerly at her while all the women stood there gaping jealously. "Easily impressed" he whispered to her ear, she looked on dismissing it.
Just don’t fall down these steps, don’t fall, don’t fall she repeated to herself, you won’t, and if you do I’m here to catch you he told her thoughtfully. She watched every step until they reached the floor.
A guy submerged from the crowd grinning "hey fellas how’re you" he asked, his breath smelled of alcohol, but his hand held a glass of champagne. His dark hair riveted in a mess, and his mask easily drawing near to a fall. It was lopsided and his brown eyes were making weird gazes at her, he seemed drab.
"Bonjour, as well expected" a guy appearing as well held two champagne glasses for them, he pulled the guy who seemed drunk away, pushing him into the crowd. "Forgive me, some slums sometimes sneak in." "Oh, wait…is that you Cam?" "Oui, monsieur" in his French accent; Lucius knew he recognized that voice, the familiarity was uncanny. "Aw man it’s nice to see you again" he slipped Alika’s hand out of his and went over to Cam for a guy bro hug. He tugged Cam’s hand and he went in awkwardly "vous avez manqué ainsi mon ami" Cam said.
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