The Two Lost Souls Nevertheless Waltz
4* Nilhity Lightcone| The Two Lost Souls Nevertheless Waltz
The masquerade of The Family had long ceased, the ballroom filled with the scent of rancid blood, coughing ash, and death. It would commonly burn a person’s nose but the two lost souls still waltzed. It bled into their clothing, their garments that cost both a fortune, glittering, sleek. Ends of dress pants tarnished with soaking blood, threatening to make their owner to slip and fall. The ends of a glittering dress, the same, with ash dawning over and clinging to the jewels and gems, tainting them of their purity.
A mask, noir black, simple and easy to forget. Made in likeness to a raven. Black feathers on the ends, close to the ears, contrasting the masked man’s white feathers,
Another mask, once pure white, lined with gold, blotched with a hint of shattered blood on the cheek, Dazzled with small purple gems under the eyes, and white diamond shards to form a veil over the mouth.
Forward basic, backward basic- slip-
“You live up to your title” The raven cawed
Faster- Change step
Wisk and Chasse
“Eager now are we?”
“Quiet” Hesitation Change
Natural spin
Another slip changed into a dip. Both masks drop to the floor, Charred coal eyes gaze into the caged blue and yellow ones, stunned by the sudden movement.
“Seems the dove is always set to fall”
