Tidal | Neuvillette

XXV

- masquerade mystery -

!! I will be writing y/n's outfit according to my choice, however, if you wish to imagine it differently, please do <3 !!

In the quiet moments before the bustling excitement of the ball, Neuvillette stood before the mirror, his fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns of his masquerade mask. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated his features, casting a warm aura around him as he took in the sight reflected before him.

Dressed in a tailored suit of midnight blue, the fabric hugging his form with understated elegance, he felt a surge of anticipation tinged with nervousness.

Tonight held the promise of enchantment and intrigue, but also the weight of expectation as he prepared to navigate the intricate dance of high society. As he adjusted the mask upon his face, his thoughts drifted to the mysterious figure who had captured his imagination in the weeks leading up to the ball. Her name lingered on his lips like a whispered secret, their image etched in his mind with tantalizing clarity.

With each passing moment, his heartbeat quickened with the anticipation of finally meeting her when she's all dolled up.... or of unveiling the mystery that had captivated his thoughts and fueled his imagination. As he took a deep breath and steadied his resolve, Neuvillette knew that tonight would be a night of intrigue.

Before the ball, Neuvillette stands outside the ornate gates of y/n's estate, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. "Is this nerve... or intrigue..."

Dressed in his finest attire, he cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of the moonlit night, the soft glow casting an ethereal aura around him as he waits for her to emerge. As the minutes tick by, anticipation builds within him, each passing second feeling like an eternity as he imagines the moment when he will finally lay eyes on her.

He can hardly contain the flutter of anticipation in his chest, the thought of spending the evening in her company filling him with a sense of joy and exhilaration. Finally, the door of her estate begins to open, and there she stands, radiant and resplendent in her gown, a vision of beauty that takes Neuvillette's breath away.

Emerging from the grand doors of her estate, y/n appears as if summoned by the moon itself, draped in a gown of mesmerizing sapphire blue that shimmers with ethereal grace. Her hair, a delicate blend of silver and black with ornaments, cascades around her like a veil, catching the moonlight and casting a celestial glow upon her features. With eyes as deep and enchanting as the midnight sky, she exudes an otherworldly aura that captivates all who behold her, her presence radiating a sense of ethereal beauty that transcends the earthly realm.

Her gown is a vision of beauty, crafted from the softest sapphire-blue silk that seems to shimmer and gleam with an otherworldly radiance. The fabric drapes and flows like wisps of moonlit mist, ethereal and weightless, as if woven from the very threads of the night sky itself. Delicate silver embroidery adorns the bodice, tracing intricate patterns that twinkle like distant stars, while the skirt billows and sways with each movement, evoking the gentle undulations of the ocean under the moon's tender gaze. A subtle train trails behind her, trailing like a comet's tail through the heavens, adorned with motifs of swirling galaxies and celestial wonders that capture the imagination and inspire awe. As she glides across the room, she appears as a goddess descended from the stars, her presence filling the air with a sense of wonder and enchantment that lingers long after she has passed. She looked... undeniably beautiful.

The Chief of Justice is momentarily struck speechless as he beholds her ethereal beauty, his gaze lingering on her like a moth drawn to a flame. His breath catches in his throat, and for a fleeting moment, time seems to stand still as he takes in the sight before him. Awe and admiration flicker in his eyes, mingled with a hint of something deeper—a silent acknowledgment of her grace and magnificence. "You look absolutely stunning," the Chief murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as he takes in y/n's ethereal beauty. "Truly, you are a vision of endearing grace."