A Beautiful Ballroom, Somewhere, After Dark
Wednesday, July 3rd, 2019 04:07 amDancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember...
Peaches and peach-based meals had shown up today all across the island. And for those poor fools who had partaken of them, well, after dark they would find themselves transported to the most wonderful ballroom, dressed in the most lovely clothes they'd ever seen. Even people who normally wouldn't go for these kinds of trappings - long gowns, brocade frockcoats, costumes straight out of fantasy - somehow finding themselves not minding so much. Maybe it was the music and how it made people want to whirl around the dance floor. Maybe it was the glittering masks that adorned every face and gave people that delicious feeling of anonymity. Maybe it was the glasses ever-full of
a heady wine and plates of fruit that were fizzy in the mouth.
In the end, it didn't really matter, did it? It was a ball and people had come to dance and so, dance they would. Dance and talk and laugh and feel all their cares and tensions and fears just floating away...
[OCD up! Masquerade NFB because it's some kind of weird shared hallucination.]
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember...
Peaches and peach-based meals had shown up today all across the island. And for those poor fools who had partaken of them, well, after dark they would find themselves transported to the most wonderful ballroom, dressed in the most lovely clothes they'd ever seen. Even people who normally wouldn't go for these kinds of trappings - long gowns, brocade frockcoats, costumes straight out of fantasy - somehow finding themselves not minding so much. Maybe it was the music and how it made people want to whirl around the dance floor. Maybe it was the glittering masks that adorned every face and gave people that delicious feeling of anonymity. Maybe it was the glasses ever-full of
a heady wine and plates of fruit that were fizzy in the mouth.
In the end, it didn't really matter, did it? It was a ball and people had come to dance and so, dance they would. Dance and talk and laugh and feel all their cares and tensions and fears just floating away...
[OCD up! Masquerade NFB because it's some kind of weird shared hallucination.]