Rating & Warning/s: M - mild sexual activity, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, mild alcohol intoxication, strong language
Category: angst
Summary: Based on Laws of Attraction's Chapter 7, Gabe contemplates his feelings after playing make-believe with Ally.
Word Count: 1640+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios.
Song Inspiration: The Song Inspiration for this are Need You Now by Lady Antebellum and Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls (feat. Taylor Swift) -
Author's Note: You know what, whatever. I’m posting this now. // My second fic :) I had a...phase a few nights ago (listening to those two songs 🔼) and before I knew it, made-up scenes were playing in my head. You know, the usual.
The title of this fic is a lyric from the song “Venice Bitch” by Lana Del Rey.
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It felt like neither of them were pretending. Was I pretending?
That’s just one of the million things that flooded Gabe Ricci’s mind right now. That, and dreaming about her.
°°°
Flushed with triumph, he interrupted her with a kiss on her lips. He cradled her face; she let him. He stopped to suck on her lower lip, then continued to kiss her hard.
°°°
It would have been a significant night in his life, except that wasn’t what happened - it was the opposite.
These thoughts have occupied his mind for the past hour or two, or three; he was uncertain as he couldn’t keep track of the time. It prevented him from entertaining the thought of sleep.
The world his mind was living in was much better than the reality. It made him miserable, the things he couldn’t do after indulging in his imaginations.
His appearance proved to be in line with his disheveled and helpless state. He was exhausted. His watch and cufflinks were sitting on the nightstand and his coat and tie lay on his bed beside him, among the many other things that created a mess in his hotel room. Rolled up were his sleeves and his shirt decorated with creases and opened by two buttons, revealing a little of his chest. Though everything else he wore had been loosened up or removed from his body, his shoes and socks stayed.
He had been lying on his bed since they had arrived from the chapel to get Lydia Rothswell’s marriage certificate.
***
Desperate to end his agony, he settled on turning to alcohol to be his companion for the rest of the night. He wanted to drown his sorrows that won’t go away.
He sat up on the bed, raking his hair with his hands and cradling his head. He audibly sighed. Standing up, he crossed the room but stopped short in front of a mirror. Well, this is far from proper. He just tucked his shirt tighter on his pants then fixed his sleeves, but left them rolled up to his elbows. That should do the trick. He only had his drinks for company and perhaps a bartender, he didn't need to look as neat as he does in the office in front of them.
He locked the room and walked towards the elevator. Even as he did, she still wouldn’t leave his mind.
He never wanted anyone like this. After all, why would he subject himself to a pain he knew all too well? He had past relationships with a number of women, long-term and otherwise, and some that hurt him. But she moved past these doubts he had. She was still different out of all them. She felt right. He was wrong to think that she was just another harmless attraction that would go away by itself if he just ignored it long enough.
***
The ding of the elevator pushed him back to reality.
The hotel bar was filled with a strange scent that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He marched across the room, stopping in his tracks when he saw a familiar figure. He narrowed his eyes. The woman that was in his every thought was right there by the bar, laughing carelessly. It seemed to him like he wasn’t the only one who needed a drink. He continued, but was stopped yet again when he saw that she was engrossed in a conversation and was laughing with a man, which he presumed to be the barkeep.
He saw that there were lots of empty glasses in front of her. Before Gabe knew what was happening, her voice rang through her ears. “Gabe.”
Gabe found himself standing beside her. Shit. Since when did I…? He saw Ally and the man looking at him with furrowed brows, interrupting the thought. He matched their stares, also confused.
This staring game continued until Ally cleared her throat and spoke up. “Ahem. Well, it's been great talking to you, ” she said with a smile, turning to the man. As if needing it, she downed the last filled glass and hops off the stool, momentarily dizzied by the sudden movement. She started to walk away, completely disregarding Gabe's presence.
He was occupied with a lot of thoughts, but his feet were already moving, following her steps. “Ally,” he called out as he caught up with her.
She stopped walking, but refused to look at him. “Don’t,” she warned, then continued, “I won't bother you anymore.”
He himself had stopped walking too. You’ve already bothered me this whole time. “You’re ignoring me?”
His actions towards her whenever something happened between them, including the one a while ago, had come down to this.
She turned to him, intending to make him understand her situation. “I’m sorry,” she started. “Gabe, we’ve already established a while ago or quite frankly, days ago, but I just couldn’t take the hint, that you want nothing to do with me. But hey, your message was finally clear. I got it now. Let me have this damned night to myself, okay? ...I promise, I will be professional in the office and will continue to prove my brilliance to everyone. Just…let me have this night for me,” she hissed, and every word she said came out to Gabe as hurting. She then turned around, heading for the elevator.
“Ally, wait. I’m sorry,” he said, matching her pace.
Gabe was still following her, and now, he was behind her.
“Please, just stop,” she whispered, pleading. “I already told you that I fucking understood it, didn't I?”
He was shaking his head slowly. “No, Ally. You're wrong. You're…you’re wrong…”
“What?” she turned to him and asked, slowly closing and opening her eyes, and something about the manner of her speaking now made Gabe think that something had shifted between them.
He spoke almost too quickly, without thinking his words over. With a smile, he tried to confess, “Ally, you’re my---”
His smile faltered as Ally’s head fell onto his shoulder. He immediately held his hands out to her shoulders, steadying her.
“Oop,” she chuckled, standing straight back up. As she smiled, his expression turned serious. Fuck, what are you doing? Of course, she’s drunk. How did you not notice? Gabe had been paying attention to other things and didn't even catch it.
“Ally, how much---”
“I already told you, Mr. Ricci. I’m not the best person when I…” she trailed off and rubbed her cheek, but finally got the right words. “It might affect my standing towards you.”
She was already intoxicated. And so, their conversation will have to wait. Ally was more important than his feelings.
“Alright, let’s get you to rest.”
Ally opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but ultimately decided against it. It had been a long time since someone took the time to take care of her, and though she would probably forget this, she wanted to relish the feeling for the present.
He hurried to get her a glass of water. She drank the glass begrudgingly, glaring at him in the process. After she swallowed the last drop, Gabe took the glass, set it away, and said, “I’ll be guiding you to your room,” as hooked her arm at his neck. “Come on, you need to rest.”
“Okay,” she softly mumbled.
Gabe had been composed and kept his cool. And it helped that she was there with him, to ground him. From time to time on their journey to her room, she would just stare at him, observing his ways.
They continued to her room, not bothering to turn the lights on - the moonlight and the surrounding lights of the city were enough to light their way.
He let her settle on the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
She responded with the classic, “I’m fine,” but Gabe knew better. “Okay, if you must know, I have a headache. But I feel a bit better now.” She tried to smile.
He smiled and looked at her face for a moment, then turned away. “Stay...please don’t go,” she mumbled silently, already half-asleep. He turned to her, softening at her words. He took the small wooden stool and sat beside her bed. He took her hand with a smile, whispering to her. “Don’t worry. I won't.” This made her relax.
He stroked her face softly while his other hand still held hers.
After a few moments of watching her peacefully, he caressed her face once again. He found himself whispering under his breath. “You’re my one selfish wish, Larson.” Finally letting these words out was too much for him. Fuck. No. Don't cry. Not in front of her. He carefully took his hand out of her grip then hurriedly wiped the tears coming from his eyes. He looked up in an attempt to stop them from flowing. He knew that at the end of the day, it’s still called a selfish wish for a reason. Nothing good outside of their relationship would come out. They could choose to be free around others, but at what cost? He can’t let himself be the reason for both their downfall.
After making sure that she was asleep, he kissed her forehead as a bid goodnight to her. He then stood up and steeled himself, both mentally and physically.
***
He laid on a couch in her room, his plans with alcohol forgotten. He intended to stay with her until morning. She needed someone and he didn’t want to leave her alone.
Was that what he needed with the situation? Finally admitting his feelings to himself?
This time, it was their conversation earlier and his confession to a sleeping Ally that was stuck on an endless loop in his head. He still hasn't slept, but his mind was so focused on her - and her alone.
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Author's Notes (2): Ah yes, my small attempt at shining light on Gabe's feelings.
Rating & Warning/s: M - mild sexual activity, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, mild alcohol intoxication, strong language
Category: angst
Summary: Based on Laws of Attraction's Chapter 7, Gabe contemplates his feelings after playing make-believe with Ally.
Word Count: 1640+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios.
Song Inspiration: The Song Inspiration for this are Need You Now by Lady Antebellum and Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls (feat. Taylor Swift) -
Author's Note: You know what, whatever. I’m posting this now. // My second fic :) I had a...phase a few nights ago (listening to those two songs 🔼) and before I knew it, made-up scenes were playing in my head. You know, the usual.
The title of this fic is a lyric from the song “Venice Bitch” by Lana Del Rey.
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It felt like neither of them were pretending. Was I pretending?
That’s just one of the million things that flooded Gabe Ricci’s mind right now. That, and dreaming about her.
°°°
Flushed with triumph, he interrupted her with a kiss on her lips. He cradled her face; she let him. He stopped to suck on her lower lip, then continued to kiss her hard.
°°°
It would have been a significant night in his life, except that wasn’t what happened - it was the opposite.
These thoughts have occupied his mind for the past hour or two, or three; he was uncertain as he couldn’t keep track of the time. It prevented him from entertaining the thought of sleep.
The world his mind was living in was much better than the reality. It made him miserable, the things he couldn’t do after indulging in his imaginations.
His appearance proved to be in line with his disheveled and helpless state. He was exhausted. His watch and cufflinks were sitting on the nightstand and his coat and tie lay on his bed beside him, among the many other things that created a mess in his hotel room. Rolled up were his sleeves and his shirt decorated with creases and opened by two buttons, revealing a little of his chest. Though everything else he wore had been loosened up or removed from his body, his shoes and socks stayed.
He had been lying on his bed since they had arrived from the chapel to get Lydia Rothswell’s marriage certificate.
***
Desperate to end his agony, he settled on turning to alcohol to be his companion for the rest of the night. He wanted to drown his sorrows that won’t go away.
He sat up on the bed, raking his hair with his hands and cradling his head. He audibly sighed. Standing up, he crossed the room but stopped short in front of a mirror. Well, this is far from proper. He just tucked his shirt tighter on his pants then fixed his sleeves, but left them rolled up to his elbows. That should do the trick. He only had his drinks for company and perhaps a bartender, he didn't need to look as neat as he does in the office in front of them.
He locked the room and walked towards the elevator. Even as he did, she still wouldn’t leave his mind.
He never wanted anyone like this. After all, why would he subject himself to a pain he knew all too well? He had past relationships with a number of women, long-term and otherwise, and some that hurt him. But she moved past these doubts he had. She was still different out of all them. She felt right. He was wrong to think that she was just another harmless attraction that would go away by itself if he just ignored it long enough.
***
The ding of the elevator pushed him back to reality.
The hotel bar was filled with a strange scent that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He marched across the room, stopping in his tracks when he saw a familiar figure. He narrowed his eyes. The woman that was in his every thought was right there by the bar, laughing carelessly. It seemed to him like he wasn’t the only one who needed a drink. He continued, but was stopped yet again when he saw that she was engrossed in a conversation and was laughing with a man, which he presumed to be the barkeep.
He saw that there were lots of empty glasses in front of her. Before Gabe knew what was happening, her voice rang through her ears. “Gabe.”
Gabe found himself standing beside her. Shit. Since when did I…? He saw Ally and the man looking at him with furrowed brows, interrupting the thought. He matched their stares, also confused.
This staring game continued until Ally cleared her throat and spoke up. “Ahem. Well, it's been great talking to you, ” she said with a smile, turning to the man. As if needing it, she downed the last filled glass and hops off the stool, momentarily dizzied by the sudden movement. She started to walk away, completely disregarding Gabe's presence.
He was occupied with a lot of thoughts, but his feet were already moving, following her steps. “Ally,” he called out as he caught up with her.
She stopped walking, but refused to look at him. “Don’t,” she warned, then continued, “I won't bother you anymore.”
He himself had stopped walking too. You’ve already bothered me this whole time. “You’re ignoring me?”
His actions towards her whenever something happened between them, including the one a while ago, had come down to this.
She turned to him, intending to make him understand her situation. “I’m sorry,” she started. “Gabe, we’ve already established a while ago or quite frankly, days ago, but I just couldn’t take the hint, that you want nothing to do with me. But hey, your message was finally clear. I got it now. Let me have this damned night to myself, okay? ...I promise, I will be professional in the office and will continue to prove my brilliance to everyone. Just…let me have this night for me,” she hissed, and every word she said came out to Gabe as hurting. She then turned around, heading for the elevator.
“Ally, wait. I’m sorry,” he said, matching her pace.
Gabe was still following her, and now, he was behind her.
“Please, just stop,” she whispered, pleading. “I already told you that I fucking understood it, didn't I?”
He was shaking his head slowly. “No, Ally. You're wrong. You're…you’re wrong…”
“What?” she turned to him and asked, slowly closing and opening her eyes, and something about the manner of her speaking now made Gabe think that something had shifted between them.
He spoke almost too quickly, without thinking his words over. With a smile, he tried to confess, “Ally, you’re my---”
His smile faltered as Ally’s head fell onto his shoulder. He immediately held his hands out to her shoulders, steadying her.
“Oop,” she chuckled, standing straight back up. As she smiled, his expression turned serious. Fuck, what are you doing? Of course, she’s drunk. How did you not notice? Gabe had been paying attention to other things and didn't even catch it.
“Ally, how much---”
“I already told you, Mr. Ricci. I’m not the best person when I…” she trailed off and rubbed her cheek, but finally got the right words. “It might affect my standing towards you.”
She was already intoxicated. And so, their conversation will have to wait. Ally was more important than his feelings.
“Alright, let’s get you to rest.”
Ally opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but ultimately decided against it. It had been a long time since someone took the time to take care of her, and though she would probably forget this, she wanted to relish the feeling for the present.
He hurried to get her a glass of water. She drank the glass begrudgingly, glaring at him in the process. After she swallowed the last drop, Gabe took the glass, set it away, and said, “I’ll be guiding you to your room,” as hooked her arm at his neck. “Come on, you need to rest.”
“Okay,” she softly mumbled.
Gabe had been composed and kept his cool. And it helped that she was there with him, to ground him. From time to time on their journey to her room, she would just stare at him, observing his ways.
They continued to her room, not bothering to turn the lights on - the moonlight and the surrounding lights of the city were enough to light their way.
He let her settle on the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
She responded with the classic, “I’m fine,” but Gabe knew better. “Okay, if you must know, I have a headache. But I feel a bit better now.” She tried to smile.
He smiled and looked at her face for a moment, then turned away. “Stay...please don’t go,” she mumbled silently, already half-asleep. He turned to her, softening at her words. He took the small wooden stool and sat beside her bed. He took her hand with a smile, whispering to her. “Don’t worry. I won't.” This made her relax.
He stroked her face softly while his other hand still held hers.
After a few moments of watching her peacefully, he caressed her face once again. He found himself whispering under his breath. “You’re my one selfish wish, Larson.” Finally letting these words out was too much for him. Fuck. No. Don't cry. Not in front of her. He carefully took his hand out of her grip then hurriedly wiped the tears coming from his eyes. He looked up in an attempt to stop them from flowing. He knew that at the end of the day, it’s still called a selfish wish for a reason. Nothing good outside of their relationship would come out. They could choose to be free around others, but at what cost? He can’t let himself be the reason for both their downfall.
After making sure that she was asleep, he kissed her forehead as a bid goodnight to her. He then stood up and steeled himself, both mentally and physically.
***
He laid on a couch in her room, his plans with alcohol forgotten. He intended to stay with her until morning. She needed someone and he didn’t want to leave her alone.
Was that what he needed with the situation? Finally admitting his feelings to himself?
This time, it was their conversation earlier and his confession to a sleeping Ally that was stuck on an endless loop in his head. He still hasn't slept, but his mind was so focused on her - and her alone.
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Author's Notes (2): Ah yes, my small attempt at shining light on Gabe's feelings.
Rating & Warning/s: T - alcohol consumption, suggestive themes
Category: fluff
Summary: Gabe and Ally go to a Masquerade ball - as a couple.
Characters: This is pretty much Gabe x Ally centric - it’s just the two of them
Word Count: 2,000+
Estimated Reading Time: 9 min
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios.
Author’s Notes: Hello everyone! So I’m still relatively new to the Tumblr fandom and I keep on discovering great blogs. But...here it is! This is my first completed fanfic and also the one I’ll be first posting (Please excuse my errors). Well, I guess this is my first contribution here and to the fandom. :)
The title of this fic is a lyric from an unreleased Lana Del Rey song titled “Because of You.”
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There were only 4 hours left before the event began.
Gabe and Ally had been invited by his parents to a ball. The invitation came out as a surprise to them both, but they ultimately decided to accept it.
He didn't need much to convince her to go with him. It was not a new environment for Ally and she agreed to attend; Gabe knew that she could handle it.
Ally stood before the gown she’d be in later - its beauty allured her. Added with her black heels, she could only imagine how she was going to look wearing it, with her at Gabe’s side, both of them playing the role of a power couple.
She couldn’t wait to see his reaction being that what they’d wear would be a surprise for each other. His jaw is gonna drop to the floor, she thought.
Settled on her bed, her mind wandered around what would happen in the future and ended up thinking about his partner, Gabe Ricci. Gabriel Ricci - the man that swept her up her feet and reminded her of her passions. They have since figured out each obstacle together and would continue to do so. Now, she thought of how they managed to thrive and be stronger against the odds.
Just then, her phone rang beside her, interrupting her reverie.
***
Gabe was walking through the hallways of the mall, his eyes blinded momentarily by the amount of light it had. Most of the occasions he went through with Ally had gone flawlessly in the past, and he wasn’t about to tarnish that record. His thought process was that he’ll probably forget one thing. And when he thinks everything is already perfect, that one thing reveals itself, and suddenly everything falls apart at the last minute. And then panic comes for him.
Thankfully for Gabe, it wasn’t the last minute - he was four hours ahead.
He called Ally as he walked. This is on you, Gabe. And you alone. Not her, you. She picked up. “Hey,” he muttered.
“Hey. What's up?”
Gabe was relieved upon hearing her voice. He didn’t realize how much he missed listening to that voice - the same voice that confronts and comforts him, the one that challenges and soothes him. The one that belonged to her beloved Allegra Larson.
“I… I have to ask you something,” he said lightly, careful not to alarm her.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, clearly sensing that something had happened. She caught me. But instead of answering her question, he asked, “What color are you wearing tonight?” as he walked inside the store.
“I think answering that would ruin the surprise, Mr. Ricci,” she responded, amused.
My clever girl. “I know. I’m handling something. I just---I really need your color tonight. I will handle it, I promise. You’ll look beautiful.”
“Ugh, fine. It's...rainbow.” Though Gabe couldn’t see her, he knew that she’s smiling, trying to hide the chuckle that attempted to escape her.
“Rainbow, what a peculiar choice. You’d definitely stand out.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Hmm. Seriously, Ally,” he groaned, demanding a proper answer.
“Okay! It's red,” she reluctantly said, defeated.
Ally in red? He can already picture her in his mind. She and the color red had always gone well together in the past, and he knew she’d look more beautiful wearing it tonight. How she manages to get better he doesn’t know, but he never complains about it. “Red is perfect,” he claimed, seemingly having gotten what he was looking for.
“Boo,” she protested, which made him smile as always.
“Alright, I gotta go. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
He hung up the call as the store clerk handed him a bag. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Mr. Ricci.”
***
Ally tossed her phone on her bed, harder than she had intended. “Shall we get ready?” she muttered to herself. She took a deep breath and looked up. “We shall.”
***
Ally put up the finishing touches on her look. She stared at her bathroom mirror, grabbed her purse, then slipped her feet onto her shoes.
Just as she was done, a series of knocks echoed through her apartment. Her heart suddenly beat faster, anticipating Gabe. It made the preparations she made feel real in a flash.
“Coming!”
Feeling sufficiently confident, she walked to the door and peeked behind it. Sure enough, Gabe stood by the threshold waiting for her.
“Hi.” Gabe greeted her, shy and nervous.
With a small smile, she replied, “about time you pick me up, Ricci.”
Gabe flashed a dashing smile, prim as ever with his neatly arranged hair, black suit, black long sleeve polo, and a white tie.
Ally opened the door fully and seeing her at length made him speechless. Ally was wearing the off-shoulder sleeved fiery red evening gown, red dangle earrings with touches of black, and her hair was styled in a loose braided bun. It was a look perfectly fit for her.
Silence slipped its way between them as they drank in the sight of each other.
She caressed his cheek and felt the light stubble that had grown there. “Ah, my man. Handsome as ever.” She smiled gently at him.
Gabe finally spoke, realizing that he had been fantasizing about her. “I--- Wow. You look stunning. My imagination doesn’t do your beauty justice.”
Called it. “Oh, pick your jaw off the floor. You clean up nicely yourself.” She smirked and emphasized her statement by making her eyes slowly travel up and down his body. Then, noticing it for the first time, Ally looked at the pouch that Gabe was holding then looked at him in question.
He saw her look. “I told you I'd handle it. I know you well enough,” he said with an all-knowing smirk. It made her chuckle.
“It’s a masquerade ball,” Gabe clarified. Inside the pouch were two masquerade masks. He took one out and offered it to her. It was a black mask, decorated with ornate details of reds all around it, complete with a flower and a feather on one side. Ally was impressed. “Turn around. I’ll put it on you.”
Ally obliged, turning around. Gabe put the mask in front of her face, and she held it as he tied it in place. She looked at the nearest mirror in the room and stared at her reflection. “Hm. Not bad,” she laughed.
“Something amusing?” asked Gabe as he tied his. Like hers, his mask was black, but it was decorated with symmetrical silver detailing.
She turned around and saw that he had already tied his mask.
They shared a smile and gazed into each other's eyes.
“Shall we?” Gabe offered his hand. Ally accepted it.
***
Driving to the venue was a breeze. They had small talk but otherwise the journey was quiet. Being new to this “relationship thing,” as they like to call it, kept them still nervous despite knowing each other for a long while.
They were both idiots when it comes to love, an evident contrast to them being a brilliant power couple when it comes to the law.
***
The two stood by the entrance of the ballroom and looked inside.
“Are you ready?” asked Gabe.
“I might be getting cold feet. But, I mean, do I have a choice?” she answered ever so casually.
Gabe stared at her. “Really? I thought you said you could handle one night with all these entitled wealthy people,” he remarked with sarcasm.
She turned to face him. “Hey! I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I am as ready...as I can be. As long as you’re with me.”
“Nah, you can handle ‘em all too well on your own.”
“Ah. You’re right, thanks for reminding me. But it doesn't hurt to have you by my side and tell me how great I’m doing,” she winked.
“Yes, I will be with you, so we’ll handle them together.”
The tension finally passed.
“We’re gonna be the hottest couple in the room,” she sighed as she looked back at it.
They both laughed and shook their heads, and felt resolved. They have done this in the office, and nothing stopped them from doing it there.
“Okay, let's do this.” Gabe was determined.
They entered the ballroom.
The room was already buzzing with activity as they marched inside. They heard indistinct conversations all around the place. Soft classical music played in the background. The air everywhere was filled with glamour.
The ballroom has affluence written all over it and was ornate - thoroughly detailed down to the smallest things.
“They went all out, huh?” Ally observed, her expectations for the ball surpassed. She was stunned by this one, a rare occasion as she had gone to many balls in the past and was surrounded by them growing up.
“That’s my family for you.” He was as impressed as her.
A waiter approached them amid their walk.
“Champagne, Ally?”
“Please. I need it.”
“Heh. Same.” Gabe took two flutes and thanked the waiter. Offering the glass to her, he toasted, “to a night we’ll never forget.”
They clinked their glasses and sipped their drink alongside one another.
***
The ball had gone as planned, or at least that’s what they thought. They stole glances throughout the night, either to laugh...or communicate - with a language only they get.
But before the night is wrapped up, Gabe wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to dance with Ally.
***
“It's the last one, the dance floor is open. May I have this dance?”
“Why, yes, you may.”
Ally accepted his hand and they went towards the middle of the room, in harmony with the song. It was as if the two of them were the only ones there. They circled each other, staring into each other’s eyes through their masks, neither of them revealing any emotion with the grave facade they both wore.
When the right moment came, their hands finally touched.
They were elevated by the amount of alcohol they’ve had, but weren't intoxicated and were able to start dancing with grace.
For a while, they settled with Gabe’s hand holding hers, the other on her waist. Ally's other hand however was on his shoulder. The two of them moved, in sync with the soft music.
After a short while of dancing, Ally broke the silence between them.
“We’re a king and a queen. In a dance.”
“Oh, are we now?” Gabe raised a brow, clearly intrigued, as he twirled her.
“It’s a masquerade ball after all. We’re all trying to pretend to be someone we aren’t.”
Gabe smirked. “I didn’t know you dance so well, Queen Allegra.”
“I'm full of surprises. Though... I could say the same to you,” she smirked back at him.
He twirled her and they continued to dance. Their every move was synchronous with each other and the music; people were noticing them, but they only saw each other.
At one point, Ally’s back was at Gabe’s front. They were in a back hug position - Ally’s hands were crossed at her chest and were held by Gabe.
“I could get used to this,” she mused, relaxed against his arms.
“What, are we to dance for the rest of our lives?”
That statement made her freeze momentarily. The rest of our lives? But she was enjoying herself so much that she decided not to make anything of it for now and replied, “I guess I’d like that too. But no, I meant being in your arms.”
His heart skipped a beat with what she said. She’s enjoying the dance. He kissed her head in acknowledgment of her answer.
With the song reaching its climax, they held each other’s cheek with one hand. They moved in a circular motion, their eye contact never breaking just like how it was in the beginning. They were focused on each other, and it prevented them from being dizzy with the movements they made.
Then, they came to a stop and stood closer to each other. He placed her hands on top of his.
“I love you, my queen,” Gabe whispered, proceeding to kiss her hands.
“And I, you, my king.” Ally whispered back, flashing a genuine smile at her partner.
They rested their foreheads against each other as the song approached its end. And then, they both stepped back - he bowed and she curtseyed.
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Author’s Notes (2): So I initially wanted to just write a dancing scene but everything else just came to me and... happened. I know the masquerade ball was underwhelming, and I'm sorry for that. this was cringe yes i know
Song Inspiration: The Song Inspiration for this piece are Thunder and If You Lie Down With Me (🎶 dance me all around the room...), both by Lana Del Rey. I guess her new album really inspired me. lol
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Is @/adiehardfan coming back? I'm not asking when she'll come back. She should take all the time she need. ❤️
But... I'm asking if she'll come back? Because I do love her and her fics.
I miss her presence here.
Hi Nonny!
At this point in time, she is taking some time off away from Tumblr altogether and is trying to decide whether she'll be back or not. She's just taking one day at a time to focus on her mental health and recover. Thanks for understanding. 😊
