Elizabeth found refuge by the bay, sitting there, watching the moon pull and push the tides, waves rolling up at her feet. Her chin rested on her arms, which rested on her curled-up knees. Everything was silent. Perfectly silent.
Nico gave a sly smirk, obviously interested now. Maria was very enchanting...but he knew, by the way his heart thrummed rythmitaclly, this girl was dangerous. He suspected something more, something that tugged at the heels of his natural curiousity.
Nico wordlessly followed Maria, trying to keep a calm, but niave disposition."Of course." He replied, his brown eyes focused on the slant of her back, his hand rather large in her own.
Maria's eyes glinted as she felt Nico following behind her, her bare feet soundlessly dancing their way across the ballroom floor. She spun a turn under his arm, letting her skirts and hair fly around her in a seductive manner while she smiled wickedly under her mask.
After working around and between the crowd, Maria opened the doors and spun out of the party and into the open. The beach, so lovely, awaited her shoeless toes upon the sands. She rushed to the sea, noticing a girl to the west looking at peace with herself, and let the wave soak the hemline of her gown.
"You trust me," Maria purred, looking up at Nico. "You really shouldn't," she whispered the last bit, a vicious twinkle sparking in her eyes.
Jake lightly smiled, and led his best friend to the dance floor. Her dance swayed silently with the music.
Stumbled over her own feet for awhile before actually being able to dance smoothly.
"Your a wanderful dancer" Jake grinned, twirling her swiftly.
Nico regarded her thoughftull, her words still in his ears. Watching her by the waves, he couldn't help but to be enchanted by her beauty. He gave a smirk, gazing at her. The moonlight just painted her skin, making it even glow. "Trust you?" He repeated, somewhat amused."I know better, my sweet Maria. Yes, you are beautiful," He paused, his brown eyes directed up to the full moon."But you are very dangerous, indeed."He whispered, his brown eyes flickering towards her.
Maria looked up at Nico with curiosity in her eyes. This man knew better than to trust her, and yet he was still with her. What he knew, she was unsure of, but at least he knew that she was far more dangerous than she seemed.
"I am not your Maria," she practically snapped at him. "I belong to no one, to no master, to no higher power."
Yet as soon as her anger had come, it had faded away. The grim line of her mouth lightened into a soft smile, somewhat cynical, and she turned her face to the sea.
"You know I'm dangerous," she murmured, "but you still don't know the half of it. And I don't even know the half of you," Maria turned to Nico. "Tell me about you."
Elizabeth sat there, her back against a tree as she listened to them. She leanred that Maria was very feminist. She also had a bit of a temper. And it didn't last long, either.
(whoa.... I've created a feminist.... *head-desk*.)
((lolz ^^ well Elphie is in D.C right now...so i is kinda playing her character....for right now..)
"Thanks." Sido murmured, swirling back into Jake, her hair fluttering in the air briefly before resting back in place. Sido's sparkling eyes were lingering on their feet, as they kept with the classical music, their hands seeming to be connected as one, only leaving eachothers briefly every now and again.
Nico kept an expressionless face at her anger, not in the slightest alarmed, though her voilet eyes gleamed with a lethal glow.
He gave a tight smirk, slightly slouching, his hands finding the pockets of his pants. He glanced sideways at Maria, only to gaze at her, not able to look away."About me?" He softly repeated, not even bothering to hide his surprise."what about me, Maria?" He still caressed her name like he would carry sand on the beach; it slowly fled until his voice was empty.
Looks: Tall, with light brown hair, hazel eyes a smile a little too smooth,
Dressed: Tuxedo suit, all black except for large silver buttons and a silvery under coat plain Black Mask
Kendall was walking out of the ballroom, tired of all the over powdered girls and the way they would throw themselves at him. He was sick of the usual small talk and was fed up with normal. He wanted to find an intelligent girl who was smart enough to understand more than small talk and masquerades. He steped down onto the beach and inhaled the salty ocean air. The moon was a silvery color and threw shadows every where. In the near distance a small figure sat alone. By the shape of the shadow, it was a young girl in a ball gown. The mere fact that she was out here and not in the ball room lifted his spirits. He walked in her direction, ignoring the couple in front of him. As soon as she was in his sights clearly, he recognized her. Elizabeth Grace. He noticed her sideways stare at the sea and moon and smiled."Excuse me, miss, are you all right?"
Maria wove a few fingers through her hair, pulling apart the curls. She felt Nico's gaze on her, unrelenting in the night. Her own eyes were trained on the sea, watching the waves ebb and flow with a rhythmic motion.
"You seem so surprised," she mused in a light voice, "that I would ever be curious about you. Let you know that I am a curious creature, Nico." Maria breathed in heavily, noticing how tight her corset was. Her skirts rustled in the sand, a comforting sound in the dark night.
"What about you? Well, I wouldn't know, seeing as I know nothing about you other than your name. Who are you, Nico? Not 'who are you?' as in your name, but as in the very essence of who you are." Maria kept her gaze on the sea, waiting for an answer.
Nico nonchalantly shrugged, which was rare for him; he rarely never answered directly. His brown eyes folowed her gaze out into the dark sea, the ink waves rolling up and down the sand, a calm soothing sound. The moon cast strange glimmering lights on the water.
A soft breeze hit them, drifitng Nico's curly hair back. He bit the left side of his full lips, a sign of him actually coming with a proper reply, not something just humorous or funny.
"I am..." He began, only to pause, gazing up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky."An equally curious creature." He decided, tossing a sideways glance at Maria while broadly grinning, showing his gentle white teeth."Hence, why I came here. And lo behold, I find you, something very interesting."
Maria stiffened at the mention of herself from Nico's lips. His answer was unsatisfactory; he was doing nothing to appease her burning curiosity, rather he was making her even more curious than before.
"I might be far more interesting than you'd bargained for..." she murmured. "Your answer leaves me as curious as before. You're not afraid to follow danger out to the beach, but you'll not allow danger a taste of your soul?" Maria raised one black brow, turning to Nico for a moment and then back to the sea.
"Curiousity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back," Maria pleasantly replied. She caught a few of her fingers in between the eyelets of the lace covering her dress. Under the moonlight she was a black-and-white photograph, her body blending in the with night while her bare flesh glowed like the moon itself.
Nico smiled. Unlike Maria who was just a black and white picture(the most beautiful one Nico ever saw, of coarse), he was the complete opposite, full of color. The moonlight painted his smooth tan skin, made his deep brown eyes twinkle, showed the soft color of his cheeks. He sighed, breathing in the satly air, closing his eyes. "I propose a trade for a trade." He said, his voice smoother then the silk of his suit. He peaked one eye open, glancing at Maria, taking note of the way her curls were perfectly curved."I will tell you one thing about me, and you will tell me one thing about yourself." He finished, titling his head to look at her completely, his brown eyes still bright with the moon's reflection."Obviously, you hide alot of secrets from me, considering your mask." He guestured to it, his hand making a fake mask on his face.
Maria stared at Nico through the slits of her mask, noting how full of life he was, in contrast to her deathly appearance. She reached up a hand to his face and removed his fingers so as to see him better, wrapping her long fingers around his own and dragging down softly with a simple smile.
"A trade," she agreed, smiling. "I'll go first." A wicked grin stole her scarlet lips, the only spot of color other than her eyes upon her body.
Maria reached back with slender fingers to the ribbon tying her mask. She was loathe to remove it, but her curiousity burned holes inside of her own soul. Murdress or not, she was still capable of humane emotions.
The mask was pulled loose, falling down into Maria's hands. What the mask had hidden was cheekbones higher than any exotic model's, their hollow undersides full of dark shadows. Her entire face was carved like a foreign statue's, every single plane sharp and screaming of danger. Uncovered, her face removed every way that she could be mistaken for a child; it was a face that could only belong to a woman who had seen many dangers in her life.
Maria shook out her curls, weaving a very slender hand through them and righting her pearls. "That was my first," she said. "Now, I suppose it is your turn."
Nico didn't mind her fingers in his own; again, any reason to hold them the better.
He supposed he showed some emotion once the mask was taken off. He felt his brown eyes slightly widen, though he didn't frown; o nthe contarary, he smirked a small smile.
She was more beautiful than he imagined. Everything was sharp about her; the cheekbones, the startlingly hollow undersides. Despite the danger her face screeched out, Nico didn't mind; dangerous is equal to beauty for him."I suppose it is." He said evenly, concentrating o nthe voilet of her eyes. They were so different, her eyes. Actually, it was like both of them were opposites. Nico all soft and cunning full of color; Maria, black and white, but beautiful nevertheless."It may surprise you, but I was born into a poor family." He said this as a matter of factly, his voice still smooth and sweet."I ran away when I was twelve." He concluded, giving a crooked grin."your turn, Maria." he promtped.
Maria cocked her head slightly to the side in curiousity. "Run-away at twelve..." she murmured. "How did you survive? How did you know what to do?"
She paused for a moment, taking in the silence of the night. "Oh, right. My turn." Maria hummed a short tune, thinking of something safe to say. "My mother was a patient at a mental hospital. She murdered my father and my older brother. And then she murdered herself on my fifteenth birthday." She said these words so nonchalantly that it seemed like a normal conversation, almost like she didn't care about her family in the slightest bit. "Now I do believe that it is your turn to speak."