Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2016-05-01 09:56 am
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And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)
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- Original Mingle
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- Original Mingle
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Qing
[He wasn't going to come to the masquerade. Yes, it had been a perfect excuse to get the sort of fabric he'd been craving working with, and enough time to craft a new piece to wear, but... a masquerade? He's not enough of a people person when he's not working for something like that.
So he thought, anyway. But it's been so quiet that he finally decided to just... do it. Hours of preparation later, and he'd finally stepped into the ballroom, carrying the longest lengths of gauzy fabric so that they only barely swish against the ground. It's an elaborate costume, from head to toe - a carefully-sewn hanfu, with his hair pulled up into gentle circles and decorated with flowers, beads, and gold-coloured strings; the soft makeup that fills out his small lips and accents the shape of his face; a dragon mask of the same colours as the dress muting said makeup beneath its intricate curves.
Inside, he takes a deep breath and sweeps his gaze across the room, trying to see if he even recognises anyone - a herculean feat, what with the attire here. Another deep breath and he starts across the ballroom, soft shoes padding under him as he takes in the room as a whole. So many people whirl and shift on the dancefloor, and he's sure the cycling colours are liable to make him sick in moments... but it's a captivating sort of thing, one he's a little unsure he wants to break into, or if it's even safe for him to do so.
For the most part, he can be found people-watching, settled to one side in a costume that makes him stick out; occasionally, he might be found stepping into or out of the throng, depending.]
For Ino
SUPER LATE GOMEN
[ She drops his sleeve now that her inspection is complete, looking at him with a smile. ]
Where I come from, anything before the last 200 or so years is a total blank. [ Well, sort of. Sasuke had given her a history lesson, but it definitely wasn't something they were teaching in school. ]
SPEAKING OF SUPER LATE
[He laughs, not bothered by the soft shuffle of fabric as she drops the sleeve.]
Some might argue that we're too dependent on our past, actually. Learning from it, repeating it. I don't know much about all that, myself.
for Katara
Her words draw a smile on his face, and he tilts his head forward in a thankful bow.]
I'm glad you like it. It was a lot of work, but I kind of missed that. [Tilting his head up to look more directly at her, he notes that (as if there weren't a million that it's true for) he hasn't met her before. At least, to his recollection. His smile blossoms a little more, professionally bright though it may be.] Ah, I don't think we've met. I'm Qing-Yuan.
no subject
[ she gives him a brief bow of greeting, before something he said makes sincere admiration light up on her face. ]
You made this yourself? The entire thing?
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Qing nods, his smile a little shy, not quite lopsided.]
It's one of my talents, sewing. I'm in-- [A pause, and a slight frown.] I was in schooling for it, I suppose.