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[pierce-farroway-blog-blog]

I'm happy to see the little pink things are once again here. I'll be sure to get drunk again, but this time I have to try avoid the mistletoe too.

[gabrielbeaumont]

Personally, I think this is a rather shabby ball in general. Then again, Sansoria isn't exactly known for its excellence in this department.

[owengyles]

"This mulled cider is really good! It's so nice that they keep handing them out on those little trays the servants carry." Owen grinned, downing what he was sure was only the third glass of the strong drink. He liked the way it seemed to warm him from the inside out, sending a pleasant buzz through his head. "You are supposed to keep taking one every time they offer, right?"

[camillenewcastle-blog]

"Everything is perfect, I was just looking forward to some quiet for a few minutes. Nothing else."

[camillenewcastle-blog]

in loving memory; self para

The ingenuity wasn't just a part of her appearance, though Camille would never have guessed at the time. In her mind, clouded with foolish fantasies and hopes of a brighter and happier future, the new vampire believed fiercely that every single part of her life would change and only for the best. She was intelligent, no doubt, but a child still and what should be seen as a curse was turned into her biggest blessing. Beauty and eternal life, how could she not thank for those things, presented to her at such a low price? Her family became unimportant, compared to her biggest concerns in life, such as perform her best act at the high society galas, leading people into the same destiny that she had now. This particular party reminded her of those times, when people preferred to alcohol and pleasure over the thoughts of those who had been lost at war. Years back, Camille didn't worry either --she hardly worried about anything--, but her war was fought later and the memories weren't as easy to forget.

Her mind seemed to trick her into remembering every mistake ever made in her immortal life, but especially those who involved the ones that were long gone. Camille was leaning against one of the walls, holding her glass of wine close to her lips as she heard the music, saw the people dancing, cheering for a happy moment after so much pain. --Between all of them, she saw herself, much younger and unaware of her surroundings. She saw her mother, smiling proudly at the giggling girl, whispering words of affection into her ear. She saw her father, catching her by the waist and twirling the tiny little girl around, before asking for her to give him the pleasure of a dance, however long, as long as it made her happy.

Ironically, the song ended and so did her dream. Shaking her head, a low laugh escaped her now parted lips; how stupid of her to engage in such memories when they should be kept far from her reach. The splendor that surrounded her faded abruptly, leaving nothing but empty air beside her. They wouldn't come back, and she would never be able to see them happy like during those nights, they wouldn't dance together before her eyes, nor ask her to join. No one would have guessed that after going through so much, it had been their death to break her, and nearly sixty years later, she was far from being healed. How could she, really? You can't heal what you don't know, and that kind of pain was as unknown to Camille, no matter how strong.

Doe eyes watered, making her thankful for the mask that could somehow hide the pain taking over her delicate features, but the decision to walk to one of the empty hallways was made, and she nearly ran. Her hand was pressed against one of the walls the moment she stepped out of the party, looking for the support that her legs needed. A sob escaped her lips and others followed quickly, tears streaming down her cheeks for the first time in decades, allowing her to drown into the past. --Just for a moment, until she was able to stand on her feet and lie to herself and the world again.

"I'm so sorry."

[annika-acacia]

Hark, Angels are Singing || Noah and Annika ||

Annika smiled tightly as she excused herself from present company. Her feet were sore and her head was aching from all the thoughts and worries whizzing through her mind. She weaved through the ballroom and nearly cried at the sight of an exit. She quickened her pace and once she made it outside, she felt herself immediately sag in relief. The crisp winter winds had the hairs on her arms standing, goosebumps breaking out on her skin, but she didn't care.

She felt as if she were suffocating inside and being away from everyone helped clear her head.

She looked back to make sure nobody had followed her before moving deeper into the gardens, heels sinking into the soil. She let out an annoyed huff before reaching down to remove her shoes, letting out a sigh of relief as she wiggled her newly freed toes against the cold earth.

She moved through the Valentina's extensive garden before finally resting at a stone bench. She sat down and looked up at the stars, eyes pooling with tears as memory after memory of her time in Heaven hit her like bricks.

"You used to tell me everything happened for a reason, and that it just led to people finding their purpose in the world." She said quietly as she kept her eyes on the sky.

"Then you have to help me understand what my purpose is, Father. You have to help me, because I can't do this alone. All these things... My wings... My feelings for Noah... Hurting my sister... Losing my sister... How does any of this contribute to me finding my purpose?" She asked, suddenly angry. 

"Matthew lost his family. He lost Tatiana. He's hurting yet you expect me accept that these things happen for a reason."  She continued. 

"People lost their homes... Their loved ones... their lives... Did they happen for a reason too?" She asked brokenly. 

"You expect me to have faith... Yet even when I do, bad things happen to good people." She finished. 

"Father please..." 

[averywakefiield]

I'm not one to condone drinking, but...just one for the night won't hurt. Not after everything that's happened.

[knight-of-therealm]

"And the nerve of that butcher, he said..." Matthew gripped his glass just a bit tighter as the pretty, yet incredibly annoying brunette before him tittered on and on about this and that. He nodded politely, though his eyes roamed the ballroom, desperate to try and make an escape.