── ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶WINDYGO was startled for the second time tonight. as the name struck her like an stone tossed into still water. w i n d y | w e n d y. angel's merged with pan's voice echoed in her ears ── warped ── stretching thin until it was no longer an rippling sound but an trigger. as her glossy-lips trembled momentarily ── her body had already tried to shape itself to the n a m e. another self. in the kind of way an mirror sometimes showed an stranger's face before ones own. dusty blues taking in angel's smile as her own pupils began to dilate.
they were to close. to knowing. && if she moved back to avoid angel's hand ── she'd be pressed against the suit of armor pans shadow possessed. as she had no choice but to feel the way the others hand cupped her own cheek as if triggered into someone she had no choice but to become.
fragmented thoughts && stuttering heartbeats ── becoming like the pages she tried to rip out from an chapter of an fairy tale-nightmare they tried to forget ── feeling an part of her rising like smoke through her veins ── wrapping around her bones until her voice && actions belonged to someone she tried to rid an long time ago.
though she thought it rather inconvenient that they chose this precise moment ── to make her the centerpiece of there attention. arching an brow as her voice was light && laced with amusement. " why indeed? most vanish the instant someone shinier drifts past ── but you are ... watching me? "
" && that ── is far more dangerous. tell me ── what is your wicked little plan this evening? " as she gave an playful swat at the hand cupping her cheek ── as if batting away an overeager suitor than an equal. " because i have doubt its smudging an lady's rouge && bruising dignities. "
as the corners of her glossy-lips quirked upward ever so slightly. " overwhelmed? my dear ── this is not overwhelming. it is educational. observe how the end of the summer ball is treated like the coronation of civility itself ── when in fact its a miracle we are not asked to wear price tags alongside our outfits. "
she spoke lightly && polite enough ── though dilated dusty-blues flickered across the marble floor. how the grand summer event had arranged itself without an single order given. the divisions was plain enough to read. money on one side ── homespun ── isle-vintage on the other.
yet exceptions stood out like bloody smudges on pirate maps. especially that one. for instance seemed to drift between social-classes with an studied eccentricity. yet she has seen pirates && mermaids in neverland hold congress with more grace than auradon's carefully divided ballroom. still ── she could not help but smile at the irony. the ball meant to welcome e v e r y o n e ── had only perfected the art of reminding them exactly where they stood. && those with an little more studied eccentricity had sharper strategies than any general on the battlefield.
she wasn't sure what they were aiming for but it wouldn't be lady-like to be out-rightly rude to the other. tilting her head slightly ── returning her dilated dusty-blues back toward the other scoffing. " only ghost of propriety ── which has been haunting this ballroom all evening. "
Angel moves her attention to her phone, seeing texts from her cousins and agent. She had done a live stream at the ball for people who couldn’t attend, and she blamed them. They weren’t worthy of her time. But this little lady, who isn’t so little, is. Seeing Windygo captured Angel's attention; not many can do that. Angel couldn’t explain it, but her heart started racing faster and her thoughts clouded. She never felt like this in a long time; the last time she had felt this way was in High school, and the person died. Turning back to Windgyo and following her eyes. They were mainly looking at the ballroom, seeing how highly decorated it was. Angel wasn’t impressed; she had lived up on Mount Olympus her whole life and only moved here to get a more MORAL life, and it was a lot more interesting than she expected. Still— Nope! The Auradon life is a lot more fun; people are so easily gullible. The marble floors and the food options are anyone's dream. “Well, yes. Of course, I was watching you. Liked I said, you are very beautiful and daring.” Angel winked again, putting down her phone. “Say, I haven’t seen you around. Looking beautiful at your age, that you managed to keep your youthful looks.”Angel bit her lip, knowing it would cause a fray, but that’s what she wants. Maybe more chaos? Why Not? You only live once. Angel could have the power for it, but nooo, let people make their own fate or whatever. Seeing everyone around, they have their own moments and fears. Why can’t she have something like that, too? Nothing has ever been fulfilling. Listening to Windygo talking to her, the more curious she feels. Auradon had its moments, the people here sucks, but again it’s entertaining how moral people act. Angel watches as the citizens engage with each other, everyone in their best dressed outfit, some paid so much money to stand out, while some… You can tell they tried their best. “I wouldn’t say all of that, the people of Auradon are cliché, it’s funny, but I love them all as they love me,” Angel said, making sure that if people are listening to their conversation, it’s a PR response. “Ghost, you say? Well, that makes this evening more fun!” Angel cheers and her eyes sparkle, not like for fun but as a mad woman.
