graceful

storm rising harry potter rp halloween masquerade blog If you hold this Dazzling emerald Up to the sky, It will shine a billion Beautiful miracles Painted from the tears Of the Most High. Plucked from the lush gardens Of a yellowish-green paradise, Look inside this hypnotic gem And a kaleidoscope of Titillating, Soul-raising Sights and colors Will tease and seduce Your eyes and mind.

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“Except you are not,” he said and then smirked. “I can tell. You are the most gorgeous thing in this room - or at least you think you are. And really, what’s the difference?” Quite a lot, probably. But he was happily treading the line between prince charming and arsehole - his favourite place to be. “That depends on what you classify as entertaining. Are you bored of our conversation so soon?”

“All areas?” he asked, raising a brow. 

She smiled at him, enjoying the slight banter back and forth, before taking another long sip of her drink. “The most gorgeous?” she responded, her lips quirked questioningly. “Those are big words.” She was silent for a moment. “It’s a good thing that you’re right and I live up to them. It’s not vain if it’s honest.” She offered him another smile, this one genuine, teasing. “Something tells me that it would be near impossible to get bored of you.”

“Most,” she responded with a casual shrug of her shoulders. “I do not think I would exceed expectations with something plebeian. Menial labor, for example, is so very gauche. Though I could do it if I had to.” But she did not need to, so why would she try?

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“No. Only beautiful things,” he smiled when he saw the blush rising on her cheeks. But he shrugged his shoulders, not wishing to appear too keen, too eager. There was nothing more pathetic than a desperate man. And while she was lovely, she wasn’t the only beautiful woman in the room. “I’m the most entertaining thing in this place. If I cannot, no one will be able to.” 

“I will take that as a yes,” He chuckled and shook his head. “I never disappoint.”  

Her lips curved upwards. “For all you know,” she countered. “I could be simply another plain woman walking around once midnight comes. Are you willing to take that chance?” She was not, of course, but he didn’t know that. The peacock shrugged her shoulders as she took another sip of her drink. “Are you?” she asked with an arched brow. “I’d suggest you prove it, but there’s little way to do so right now.”

Something about his tone made her think he was correct, made her think he was the type to live up to whatever expectation he chose to set. “That’s wonderful,” she said. “For neither do I. I exceed expectations in all areas.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-threeholepunch-jim:

“I am normal. Well, pretty normal.” He said with a grin, taking a sip of his drink. It was the best of both worlds - he was dressed up, he was sure that someone would understand what it was eventually, but he was also comfortable and in his element. He had a style that he stuck to like it was his job, and dressing any way that wasn’t exactly in that style made him anxious so the costume was the best of both worlds. “I’m Three Hole Punch Jim.” He said with a small laugh, pointing to the three cut out circles that he had pasted on his shirt. “It’s from a show.”

The Peacock smiled, finding his grin somewhat disarming. She took another sip of her own drink, still confused and curious about who he was supposed to be. It wasn’t often that she did anything muggle and watching a show felt as strange as speaking Russian. But she was not rude and so she merely inclined her head. “That’s a strange name,” she said curiously. “And I’m incredibly confused, but I’m sure you pull it off.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charismatic-cowboy:

The Cowboy nodded, unaware of what the Peacock was thinking. Not that it mattered. He took another pull of his drink and let out a chuckle. “More than whiskey?” he asked her. “Like what?” Her question surprised him. “That’s part of the mystery,” he quipped. “I can’t give all of my secrets away on the first date.”

The Peacock’s eyebrows rose at the man. He was certainly more forward that she would have anticipated. “A great many things other than whiskey,” she responded. “And I tend to be the type of woman who lets a man figure out things for himself.” She smiled as she took a sip of her drink, brow rising again. “We don’t know each other and you’re considering this a first date?” Her voice was incredulous. “I’m not sure if I should commend your boldness or dissuade it.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-threeholepunch-jim:

He wasn’t incredibly original. Well, he supposed it depended. He was in fact dressed like something he didn’t think most people would really understand. It was from a TV show he had watched from America, and it had entertained him enough for the costume idea to stick with him. Even better, he appreciated the fact that it had taken little to no effort. As much as he liked Halloween, he wasn’t one to put too much time into his costume, and he had procrastinated the preparations for that night until the last possible moment. 

“Good drink choice.” He said with a grin, glancing over at who stood next to him. Anything with whiskey was on his level, and he ordered a whiskey neat for himself. “You look very ornate.” 

The Peacock smiled. “Thank you,” she said graciously. This was not a drink she had often, but it was not her first time either. She would never risk trying something completely new at an event like this. She took a sip of her drink as the bartender slid it across to her. Her lips turned up again at his compliment. Ornate was a nice word, one that she did not hear often. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice smooth.

“And what are you dressed up as?” she asked him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You look very...normal.” 

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-daenerys:

“Isn’t it fun?” Daenerys asked, eyes twinkling. “I like the mischief. In fact, I’m ready for the gossip columns to run wild this week.” Daenerys was only teasing (sort-of) but she nodded down at her drink. “I’ve always like whisky the most. Although, rum is quite good too. I just feel like it doesn’t have the same sort-of kick, you know?”

She pointed to the woman’s drink, smiling. “What about you?” she asked. “And, by the way, your dress is absolutely fabulous and you are clearly stealing the show.” The lights danced off of the Peacock’s “feathers” and Daenerys couldn’t help but be impressed with the work that must have gone into the costume.

The Peacock smiled as she looked at the other woman, still unsure of what exactly she was. “I like the mischief so long as it is not long-lasting,” she replied. While she was enjoying herself and the attention, she had little plans to take that with her out into her everyday life. But perhaps others did not feel that way. “It depends on if I’m drinking it straight or mixed,” she considered. “And some whiskeys have a sweetness to them, depending on how its made.”

“It’s a whiskey sour, but it’s not my typical drink.” Lips turned upward. “Gin and tonic, usually.” The Peacock smiled. “Thank you. I am pleased with how it turned out.” Her lips pursed. “Forgive me for asking, but I’ve no idea what you’re dressed as.” 

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“Well. It is to be expected. Though if you wanted my attention I doubt you could have found a better costume to do it with,” despite himself, his eyes kept glancing downward. Even if this wasn’t how she usually appeared, the Devil had a suspicion that the Peacock was still beautiful. She held herself in a way that someone lacking confidence in their appearance never could. 

“That is quite the predicament. But you might be right. It is preferable to wonder rather than hear something disappointing, don’t you think?” He smiled when she said she would enjoy herself, and that she did not make any effort to move away from him after she said it. He was clearly doing something right. “Do you have big plans for the evening?”

“Do you have a thing for peacocks?” Her eyebrow rose as his eyes moved over her and a slight hint of color appeared on her cheeks, pleased at gaining his notice. “I certainly like having your attention now.” A playful little smile on her lips, a challenge, a tease, in her eyes. “Do you think you can keep mine?” 

“I do so hate being disillusioned.” Her lips twitched and the Peacock took another sip from her glass before setting it carefully onto the bar, her eyes focused on the Devil near her. “Oh, I don’t know yet. I suppose it depends on whether you turn out to be disappointing.” The or not hung in the air between them. 

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-daenerys:

Daenerys had been dancing prior to finding her spot at the bar. Charming her skirt to become shorter so that she wouldn’t step on the fabric, she watched as it now grew around her back to its normal length. People watched but she didn’t mind the attention (in fact, she usually lived on it). Her costume was well done but she supposed people would only appreciate it if they’d really seen the show. Either way, multiple people had come up raving to her about it so far tonight and she’d introduced them to a new Muggle entertainment option. As she saw the Peacock near the bar, she smiled.

“Good choice,” she commented. “They’ve got some incredible whisky’s here tonight. I mean, they did charm us all to forget each other, so the least they could do 

Though there was a great deal of dancing, the Peacock had not yet gone onto the dance floor, content to watch others before finding a partner she might deem worthy. This drink was her second, if one counted the glass she’d had upon entering the party. After thanking the bartender for making it, she turned toward the blonde woman, a bit confused about what she was supposed to be dressed as. 

“It’s quite good so far,” she said with a simple tilt of her chin. “Is that your drink of choice?” 

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-vainglorious-aphrodite:

“Did you make it yourself?” Aphrodite asked her brows raising mildly shocked. But she also smiled deeply impressed with the Peacock’s skill level if she could design a gown of that beauty. “I definitely need to find you after midnight if that’s the case.” 

“Thank you. I’m Aphrodite, she’s the Greek Goddess of love and beauty.” Now that she said it out loud she realized it did sound kind of vain to dress up as the literal epitome of beauty, at least according to Greek culture. But if anyone would understand it would surely be a peacock and she smiled at the girl. “It’s not nearly as creative as yours, but the dress is fun to dance around. It flows nicely.” 

The Peacock laughed before taking another long sip of her drink. “No,” she said. “I worked very closely with the designer to get exactly what I wanted, but I didn’t make it myself. I’m sure she will be very appreciative when I tell her how her talents were appreciated.” She continued to smile, her gaze moving over the goddess. 

“Venus in Roman mythology, if I’m not mistaken,” she said. Her lips curved. “I can appreciate that. You didn’t overdo it either. Sometimes simple elegance is better.” She tapped her fingers on the bar. “You pull it off quite well,” she complimented. 

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-hellbound-hades:

“I’ll have whatever she’s having” Hades told the bartender as he sidled up next to a bird in turquoise, literally a bird. The girl was dressed as a peacock and it was hard not to stare as the sequins and gemstones glittered in the light of the candles floating above. “I’d ask if you’re here alone, but we’re all kind of alone this evening” he smiled finally addressing the woman to his left. “You look phenomenal. That dress must have taken a lot of work”. It was carefully crafted and looked to be quite expensive, however with magic anything could look expensive. Whoever was hiding behind the mask had done quite a bit of work into their look and Hades appreciated the effort.

Should Hades have been flirting with every attractive woman he came across? Probably not but he would be leaving before midnight anyway so it did not matter who these people were in their day to day lives. No one was themself this evening and there were no pretenses to abide by. So instead he was to take full advantage of the evening.

“Whiskey sour,” she said with a smile as she turned her head toward the man. His suit looked expensive and her eyes warmed in approval. This person, it seemed, had gone for something more understated, something more elegantly simple, and the Peacock could appreciate that. “I’m not alone now,” she pointed out. “Unless you plan on leaving me already.” Her smile was teasing and she took a sip from the glass the bartender slid across the counter to her. “Thank you,” she took the compliment with grace before looking over him with a practiced eye. “You clearly know how to purchase a suit that’s both made properly and can fit you well. So many men purchase jackets that are too large for them. Yours fits you well. Consider me halfway impressed.” 

Her eyebrow rose challengingly and she turned her body more fully toward him, appreciating again how well-kept he seemed to be.

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“Ah, a kindred spirit,” he said with a smile, quite certain that he had no idea who this person was. Surely he would recognise someone who thought so similarly to him, even with that stupid charm? “Such a rare and valuable thing to find.” 

“Really? And do you think you know who I am?” he asked, one brow quirking upwards. “No, I am not too bothered. Though it would be a pity not to discover who some people are before the night was over.”  

For a brief moment, the Peacock looked at him, trying to decipher if she could remember him. Surely she knew him? Was he...? But just as soon as the thoughts came, they went away, and she contented herself with a sip of her drink. “Quite.” A smile rose on her face, crinkles at the corner of her eyes. Her nose wrinkled briefly. “And yet here we are. Incredibly auspicious.” 

The question was valid, but the Peacock wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to give. “If I say yes, then the game is up as we try to discover how,” she pointed out. “And if I say no, then clearly one of us is not nearly as singular as we think.” Another sip. “So for now, I think I’ll enjoy myself and refrain from answering.” Her smile grew at the next comment. “That it would be. But the night isn’t over yet.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“Well it is good to be discerning when it comes to friendships,” he said, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she knew a great many people and not that she had very few friends. She seemed confident enough of herself, so he felt comfortable making the assumption that she was generally well liked. “Thank you. I will take that as a compliment.”

“Well I can assure you that mine is superlative,” he allowed the sentence to hang, allowing her to make of it what she would. “You do not seem concerned to not know anyone here.”

“With close friendships,” she stated, her smile still high on her face. “I am a firm believer in quality over quantity. Whether that’s personal relationships, alcohol, clothing, I’m sure you get the idea,” she said, her earrings, a gift, moving as she tilted her head. “And you should take it as one. I certainly don’t compliment everyone.”

Her eyebrows arched and her eyes widened imperceptibly. “Is it? I’ll have to remember that.” The Peacock lifted her glass again before responding. “Why should I be concerned? I most likely know everyone, or close to it. At least here I have a reason for ignoring those I find unworthy of my time.” The Peacock looked him in the eye. “And you?”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

“Well it sounds as though most people you know might not be particularly observant,” he said with a shrug. Though he smiled when she complimented him - or at least, he assumed it was a compliment. 

“I did, yes,” he smirked, “Would you prefer a different descriptor? Resplendent, perhaps? Or gorgeous?” 

“My closest friends are,” she said with a smile. "Though I suppose they account for only two percent of everyone I actually know.” She took another sip, the alcohol rushing over her tongue. “I suppose I should assume, based on your aforementioned comment, that you are observant. Certainly a worthy conversationalist.”

“Resplendent is nice. It’s certainly not a word you hear very often. And I have to admit that I appreciate a man with a good vocabulary.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charming-devil:

The Devil was at the bar, waiting for his drink when a vision in turquoise turned up beside him. His eyes skimmed over her body, hugged by dress that looked exceptionally expensive. It was obvious what her costume was supposed to be. 

“You know, usually female peacocks are quite plain,” he flashed a charming smile, “It is so refreshing to see such a glorious exception.” 

The Peacock appreciated that he backed up his charming smile with intelligence. “Most people I know,” she pointed out, taking the glass the bartender slid her way. “Wouldn’t even know the difference between a male and a female.” Her smile was genuine, playful, and she took a sip out of her glass, lipstick leaving only the barest trace on the glass. “You must be special.” The words were spoken lightly and she turned toward him.

“Glorious, you said?” she asked, smile deepening.

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-heroic-hercules:

The moment the room came into view Hercules’ mind was cleared. Where were his friends? Did he have any friends? What was his name again? The last question he knew the answer to however it seemed every time he went to allow it to leave his tongue he would forget again. After a few moments of trying to carry a frustrating conversation Hercules made his way to the bar where a vision in blue and green stood before him. Stunning. 

“A bourbon” Hercules told the bartender before angling his body towards that of the effervescent creature beside him. “Peacocks are understated creatures. Elegant, breathtaking, but their intelligence far outweighs their beauty” his voice was low as his eyes took in just how much time she must have spent on her costume.

The Peacock nodded her thanks as the bartender handed her the drink and she took a sip through the straw as she looked over at the man beside her. He was handsome, looked like the type of man who could be both rugged and elegant depending on the situation. His compliment was unexpected, especially when coupled with the low voice. The Peacock’s cheeks flushed from the attention and she preened slightly as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“Thus why I chose it for my costume.” Her lips turned up in amusement. “Well, I suppose not the breathtaking part, but I’ll take your word for it.” She looked over him, her eyes widening in appreciation of his physique. “Hercules?” she asked as she tilted her head. “A unique choice. I like it.”

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-vainglorious-aphrodite:

Aphrodite had long ago given up on trying to remember details. She’d spent the better part of the first hour roaming the party and scanning the crowd for some sort of familiarity, looking for something that might stick out and trigger something in her mind. Whoever had come up with this little scheme was clever, she had to give them that. Now, having grown bored of that, she had set herself up on a barstool and casually watched the partygoers dancing. If she felt particularly inspired later she thought she might go join them. 

Glancing up at the sound of a voice, Aphrodite smiled quirking her brow at the girl’s costume choice. “That’s bound to get some attention.” She remarked with a small laugh. Crossing her legs, she turned towards the peacock but angled herself in a way so so that the slit of her dress wasn’t revealing too much. “If there’s a costume contest you just might have the rest of us beat.” 

The Peacock turned with a smile on her face. While she would not say she was vain, exactly, the Peacock could admit that she liked having attention on her, especially the kind that was nice. “Well I hope so,” she said with a laugh. “Otherwise I went through all this work for nothing.” Shaking her head, the Peacock reached for the glass once the bartender had given it to her, taking a long sip through the straw. It was surprisingly good and she turned back to Aphrodite. “You look nice,” she said genuinely.

The Peacock ran her hand over her skirt again, only for a moment, before looking up at the other woman. “Now I assume you’re a goddess, of course, but which one?” she asked curiously.

[sr-graceful-peacock]

sr-charismatic-cowboy:

The Cowboy looked at the peacock in front of him. She was beautiful, though her dress was fancier than his personal taste. But he could appreciate such a thing and he smiled charmingly at her as she ordered her drink. “A whiskey woman?” he asked in a charismatic tone, turning on the American accent to go along with his costume. “Be careful; you might steal my heart by the time this is over.” He was joking, of course, his smile amiable. Turning toward the bar, he caught the bartender’s eye. “And a bourbon for me, please. Double.”

The Peacock smiled at the compliment, enjoying a bit of flirtation. “Not normally,” she admitted as she looked him over, keeping her face placid at the thought of plaid. It was Halloween, she supposed, so she could not judge what another might be wearing. But Merlin, she’d like to. “I think it might take more than whiskey to steal anyone’s heart.” She smiled over at him and tilted her head to the side. “American for real?” she asked him playfully. “Or just quite good at an accent?”