#fantasianye

[hubertxduckington-archive]

“If anyone asks, I definitely didn’t have any champagne.” 

[i-olicat]

Oliver had been trying very hard not to pay attention to gossip. He didn’t go for it and it was mostly just hurtful. But, of course, one came through about him. And now people knew that he was always freaked out...He let himself out onto an empty balcony, lit a the cigarette he’d brought with him in case he got too out of it. Alright, well, it was fine, people didn’t know who he was, and if they did know him, they didn’t like him anyway so it wasn’t any big deal that he was out here alone trying not to cry because who gave a shit about him anyway? Nobody. So why was he about to cry? He didn’t need to feel like this if people didn’t care...And then he heard a noise.

“Oh. Uh. Hello.”

[absolut0g]

Devan was fucking flying. He was skiing into the new year working, moving between the stage and the dance floor easily, spending a little extra time on anyone and everyone he saw looking at him a little extra long, and he was living. He was in his element as always, for most of the night, but every once in a while he strayed over to the back of the room, be it to greet new guests moving between the parties or to see better friends, or for a better view of the booth. Either way, he found himself working his way back now, beaming all the while and licking and biting his lip. “You doing alright back here?” he laughed under his breath, hips still moving gently with the beat. “I figured I’d come check on you.”

[tinkcrbells]

 Tink had barely gone out in the week since the break up and the amount of people in the Astor Ballroom was overwhelming to say the least. It wasn’t long before she was starting to feel claustrophobic and decided to step outside. She pulled a cigarette out of her purse, searching around for a lighter and sighing when she realized there wasn’t one. Defeated, she turned to the person next to her, rolling the cigarette between her fingers as she coughed to get their attention. “Hey, got a light?”

[jxck--skellington-archive]

“Happy New Year,” he said with a smile “Here’s to hoping the next year is even better than this one.”

[willowxwisp]

Willow’s feet ached madly. So she’d taken a brief break to head back to her room she’d booked in the hotel. After a quick shoe break, the blonde was returning to the madness. She was putting her mask back on when she bumped into someone and subsequently dropped it. “Fuck --” She quickly dropped down, grabbing for it. “Don’t look! It’ll give away my identity.” Willow laughed.

[deweyordontwey]

When the gossip blog reported on his mother and his guilt Dewey felt sick to his stomach.  He wanted to disappear, he wished the ground would swallow him home.  If it weren’t for Dot he’d probably try to sneak out the door and go home.  Hiding under a table seemed like a good temporary solution at least then he could avoid the sympathetic looks or his family trying to comfort him.  He was curled up in a ball under a table waiting for midnight to come and go so he could head home when the table cloth moved and someone poked their head in.  “Go away, I want to be alone.”

[toulxuse]

“No -- No,” Toulouse waved a hand to the seat next to him. “The seat’s not taken. You’re welcome to sit.” He’d done plenty of dancing at this point. Things like the waltz came as second nature. So now, he was taking a break.