Forbidden [Reserved Dreams]

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Forbidden [Reserved Dreams]

Post by Icy » Sun May 27, 2018 8:05 pm

Celeste sat at the long mirror as a maidservant braided two side sections of her waist length, blush pink hair into two braids. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, a bit excited and maybe curious. She had no specific thought in her mind though she was a bit nervous about tonight. It was the Night of Peace and this would the first time she would be attending it. Her Advisor had advised her that she had to behave well, not make it obvious who she was, and to not be too curious about the other party that would also be attending. In other words she couldn't draw attention to herself for though this was a time of peace they couldn't say if someone wouldn't make an attempt on her life or not. The Princess was a staple, an important figure and if she were to die then all hope for Heaven would be lost. It was a lot of pressure to put on one girl's shoulders to say the least and she would be sure to not fail her people. Unfortunately she was a rather curious girl, it couldn't be helped.

"Head up please," she heard the maidservant say as the woman pulled the two braids back, pinning them in a crown like fashion around the crown of her head. Curls of pink cascaded down her back and she wondered what else the woman had in store for her head. The light haired girl was wonderful with hairstyles and looks so she knew it wouldn't look unflattering, but she could go a hot overboard at times if one left her. Especially seeing as Celeste did have quite long hair, her father wouldn't let her cut it and she had no problem with that for cutting it would make her impure. At least that was how the story goes. Some angels were lucky, their hair never grew, and she supposed she should be lucky that her hair didn't grow any faster than it did...but of course she was only distracting herself from her own nerves by thinking of other such frivolous things that didn't matter at this time.

A soft sigh left her lips as she opened her taffy colored eyes and looked in the mirror, being drawn to the reflection of her Advisor who stood quietly in the corner of the room. She was on alert as always, but she seemed relaxed enough although it was always difficult for Celeste to read her expression completely. Was she nervous as well? Worried that despite the truce someone would hurt her? Celeste couldn't say she was worried about that, a Night of Peace had never been disturbed before so why now? She was putting too much thought into this, deciding to wave her thoughts away as she let the maidservant finish her work.


In a room on the other side of the large, castle-like mansion stood a tall, brooding figure leaning against the grey wall as he waited for the Prince to finish dressing for the night. He couldn't say he was happy about it, he so much prefered staying in the comfort of their Kingdom, but he was loyal to his side and so he was here to be with them. Well that and to keep an eye on the troublemaker that was the Prince. They were Demons so it sort of came with the title, but they both knew well that mixing demons and angels in one room could always lead to trouble, even if it was meant to be a calm time. Needless to say he didn't trust the angels, they were too kind...too nice. No one should ever be that happy all the time, it was on the verge of creepy.

Focus.

Clyde shook his head and glanced over to the dark curtain where the Prince would be changing, tilting his head to the side only slightly. "Are you almost done in there? They're waiting." He muttered though in reality he didn't care how long they were left waiting and not that it mattered in the end anyway. No one would know who the Prince was, he would just be another man wearing a mask and attending a party. That was why he supposed so many liked the idea of it however, the anonymity of it all and being able to have fun without having to look over one's shoulder all the time. It was still nonsense, but he spoke no ill will against it for it was his King and Queen who agreed to this entire thing many a lifetimes ago. Far before he even existed. At least it was only night every five thousand years, he wasn't sure he'd survive if it was more frequent.

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Re: Forbidden [Reserved Dreams]

Post by DreamsandReality » Wed Jun 06, 2018 2:52 am

Amira Blanc stood patiently in the corner of the room with her hands clasped behind her. Her long, pale-lavender hair was tied back in black ribbons, cascading down the back of the silver dress decorated in black lace. It was one of her fonder dresses and something simple enough to not draw attention. The Night of Peace was something to celebrate and cherish certainly, but it was also the last thing on her mind. Her thoughts rested solely on that of the blush-haired, young lady sitting before her. No one dared break the truce of this night, but there was a first time for everything. Blanc, would not allow anything to happen to the Princess for it was her sole duty to protect her. She had a fondness for the girl; seeing as she helped raise her, train her, guide her, anything that was needed to ensure the survival of Heaven’s hope.

“How are you feeling?” She inquired for what seemed like the hundredth time, concerned for Celeste’s well-being. A small part of her wished the Princess would claim to be ill and then she would be excused from attending the party, it would make keeping her safe a lot less stressful of a responsibility. The intentions were to keep her identity a secret but there was always a chance to uncover who Celeste really was, especially with the sly demons lurking around. All of them ready to pounce on a chance to ruin whatever shred of peace there was. Distasteful creatures they were but Amira would push her opinions to the side, as they all did come every five thousand years. “If you are not well enough to go…” she began a small smile slipped across her lips, it was one of those rare ones that she shared only with the Princess.



“Dearest advisor, you’re so impatient…truth be told the amount of work that has to go into this event is ridiculous!” A voice spoke up from behind the dark curtain. The fabric rustled, and a raven-haired figure poked his head out. “Just about done,” he reassured his Advisor with whom he so often messed with and mocked but all in good humor. Although never in the presence of anyone but himself and Clyde, they had to maintain a professional and proper appearance to everyone else. Then again, Clyde seemed serious all the time.

Alastair Noir disappeared behind the curtain again and finished dressing himself, always preferring to do everything himself. He tugged lightly at the black coat that was draped over the bright red dress shirt and white vest. He looked himself over in the mirror and combed his fingers through his wavy hair, taking a deep breath.

The Night of Peace certainly piqued his interest while simultaneously it meant little to him. There was training still to be done, things to do, the Night of Peace just seemed to take a lot of time out of those plans. He understood its importance of course but there were also a lot of other things he would rather be doing. Perhaps playing an instrument or two if there was no training to be done, though those times were rare. His thoughts were swirling and he smiled a little to himself, a night off might be good for him.

Noir came around the curtain once he was satisfied his suit was in proper shape, giving a dramatic wave of his hands. “Well? Is this good?” he inquired, gazing steadily at the dark and brooding figure that rested against the stone-gray walls. It was a genuine question, after all, he wasn’t sure what was expected of him to wear. He was instructed to wear nothing that would immediately scream ‘Prince’ the moment someone looked at him. There was something about that that irked him, he was proud of his title and wish to bare it at all times. Yet, there were safety concerns of course and thus his identity would remain quiet. He wouldn’t argue against that; besides it could be fun being anonymous for a night. I have no idea what to expect… he thought gazing at his advisor, trying to sort out some questions he could perhaps ask about what to expect from the evening’s events.

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Post by Icy » Fri Jun 08, 2018 2:59 am

Celeste's attention was drawn once more to Amira as her gentle voice filled the room, a tiny smile fluttering across her own pale lips in return. So she was worried, although that shouldn't surprise her much seeing as this wasn't the first time she's asked that question of her this day. It was a big deal she supposed, but she just wished to have fun and enjoy herself for once. Her day was usually so full and busy what with training to be done and lessons to be learned that she liked the idea of having a night off. Just that morning she had a quick training session, her limbs were still a tad bit sore. They never did go easy on her, but then again they weren't meant to for no enemy in a real battle would. Demons, from what she's been told, were awfully violent creatures who did not cease until their enemy fall dead. Seeing as she's never spoken to one herself she would just have to take her teachers at their word, even if it did feel terrible to think so negatively of them.

"I'm fine Amira, perhaps a little nervous...but really. You worry far too much." She replied with a soft voice. Amira had no reason to be concerned to the point that she was likely making herself ill. Celeste did know how to behave, she wouldn't risk exposing herself out there. Besides, she would probably be too nervous to dance let alone hold a conversation with anybody. Although she would have to dance wouldn't she, she couldn't just stand there all night right...? How did one act at events like this? Did everyone participate or were there those who just simply didn't? So many questions and yet she was nervous to ask them in fear Amira would take it as her being too afraid and force her to return home to their world. It was important for her to experience this, she wanted to be here. "I will keep to myself, I can do that." Celeste wasn't a social butterfly so it should be fairly easy to be invisible. Some would likely ask her to dance, but she was assuming those situations would be rare.


With the flick of the nose and a roll of an eye, Clyde glanced at the head that poked out from behind the curtain. He was used to these shenanigans but still chose to pretend to get overly annoyed by them like he used to when the child first learned to talk. Children were often annoying, but Alistair had brought a whole new level to it back in those days. Or perhaps he felt that way because he was the one raising him and thus became the brunt of most of his jokes and tricks. Lucky was he that those days were gone and though Alistair still gave him a hard time it wasn't as constant. "Impatient? Not at all. I don't wish to be here, the human world is so boring." Clyde replied with an irritated tone, glancing around as if expecting a human to suddenly appear in the room. They were like insects; never ceased talking as an insect never ceased buzzing, and he had absolutely zero tolerance for things he found to be so aggravating. Even if they did not have to deal with them tonight it was bad enough that they were still in their world. Why did the Night of Peace have to be in the Human world if all places? Even ground or something... That was what was ridiculous to him.

To Clyde there were more important things to get done. Some of the demons lately had been sneaking off to the human world to cause careless havoc, why did this take precedence over making sure they knew their place? His opinion mattered little when it came to this he knew and he supposed he should get over it at some point. He had the right to complain to himself though, that would never change.

"Yeah, sure, you look great." Clyde sighed exasperatedly, rubbing at his eyes as he forced himself to relax. Taking such a tone with the Prince was never alright. He took a deep breath and looked at Alistair, carefully looking him over to make sure nothing overtly called out 'Prince.' The suit looked more or less like something every other male wore to the ball, no one would be able to tell him apart from anyone else attending which was what they were going for. Only his aura would give away what he was, but the masks they would be wearing would protect their identities. Two sat on a small table by a long mirror in the far corner of the room, one was Alistair's and the other was his own. His was plain for the most part aside from a single deep purple gem that rest next to the left eye. A way for Alistair to tell who he was in case something should happen. "You look just fine. Quite overdressed I'd say, but of course I'm not used to seeing you in such wear." He smirked, as if teasing him almost.

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