Dream watched as Georgia descended the steps, public appearance as polished and proper as usual. It reminded her of late nights in the garden with loud cackling laughter that echoed around the court’s walls.
The nights alone in their rooms. She blushed, becoming flustered. Quickling collecting herself as she watched Georgia continue walking down.
Dream admired her appearance. Georgia clad in a navy blue ball gown accented with black sheer petticoat trim and a shorter striped patterned overskirt a crinoline underneath giving it a full look sweeping the floor.
Turning to scan the crowd below her slightly, Dream noticed the keyhole back that showed off fair skin and distinct shoulder bones.
Sheer post sleeves blowing outward in the spring breeze, laced back to thin wrists. Leading upward to a key-hole neckline. Hands covered in intricate rings that glinted under the ballroom lights.
Dream waved shyly as she headed downstairs. Short brown hair in big ringlets a silver diadium gracing her brow. Georgia spotted her, walking down the last step to meet Dream.
Taking in Dream’s beautiful appearance. A light colored skirt falling into fluid soft folds that fell just below Dream’s ankles showing off pointed heels. Her leaves were bishop slits with a fabric that turned to a cream white at the ends. Freckles skin poking through the slits.
Her dirty blonde hair tied up in a half up knot, the rest cascading down her back in slight waves. A veil covering her eyes as usual. Georgia’s mouth perked upwards into a fond smile. Heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she headed over.
Watching the tell-tale grin spread across Dream’s face. As Georgia neared she noticed the bow back. Imaging how easy it would be to reach over Dream’s shoulders and untie the string. Feel up and down her back.
Georgia shook her head subtly, shaking out the thoughts. For after the ball she chidded to herself.
Leaning into Dream hugging her in greeted. “Why hello there, darling,” she purred into her ear. Taking delight in watching Dream’s face flush. Noticeable even without the ability to see red.
“Hey.” Dream muttered back, flustered.
About 350 words that were too good to not show because I will never finish this, it’s a permanent wip. Abandoned months ago.