What a night. And, oh what a good one it was...The nervousness that gripped her made her eyes wide and her arm clutched to her friend's arm, Kiyaru insisting that he accompany her so she wouldn't be alone. She protested loudly and often until the very minute of the ball itself begun but he refused to listen to her, to offer his arm to her, and his ear for her words.
She had sighed and given in, in the end; Small hands clasping tightly the billowy sleeve of his upper arm as she tucked in against him with her gown lightly dragging behind with each step. The comments about her appearance made her smile and stain deeply with a blush, her coven sisters around her all dressed in their own little costumes. Only two hours had passed and he had to go, leaving her there alone...how she hated being alone. The demon had stood there, listening to music. Had pounced Kishi for a brief moment to dance, and then she was heading out with a restlessness to walk back to the shop.
The shop wasn't empty. A couple of the initiates where there and a single customer. She had let them handle it, to get practice working in the Voodooo Shoppe, and slipped out the backdoor in the casting room to sit on the cold banister to watch the moon play over the ripples topping the water, the single pale blue eye wandering before tears begun to come up to burn. She tried to stop it with her palm but the mask still worn prevented her from even getting to it so that they trickled down behind it and down her cheek to leave traces in the makeup and loose face powder. Thankfully she managed to contain them in the end and slipped off, once more restless to walk around the city slowly.
Perhaps an hour, more or less, and she feels a familiar touch to her mind. That hyper mind poking at her thoughts insistent to get her attention. And as always it would bring a smile to her and laugh even when she's alone. No wonder they look at her funny anymore, random bouts of laughter.
This led to a long night of playing mind tag before finally meeting up to just hanging out like old times sakes. Talking. Jesting. Sharing thoughts as she threw things harmlessly at him. Such a spazzy demon, that made her feel like her cheeks would crack from grinning too much.
It was a good night, that she will cherish always.
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