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Back To Black💃

Prompt: Scott and Mitch encounter something like Cinderella back in the 1960's at Scott's family Masquerade Ball.

Setting: 1960's - AU Same Personalities

Words: 1028
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Scott took another hit from his cigar, exhaling softly into the crisp night air. It was well after dusk, and the ball was only just beginning, though it had began two hours prior.

"Will you stand there all night?" Avriel's voice sounded behind him.

"There is nothing in there for me." Scott inhaled once more.

"Of course there is. There are many fine young ladies." His mask came into view, and Scott scoffed at the sight of the extended gold nose.

"Fine young ladies do not please me. Not everyone is constantly searching for love."

"That is true. Some are constantly searching for pity." Avriel smiled warmly. This caused Scott to chuckle.

"Come on, now. Let's go inside. This balcony was meant to be looked over, not looked down on." Avriel tilted his head towards Scott, taunting him. Scott clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, trying not to smile.

"Whatever will please you, Kaplan."

The two walked in together, the smooth sounds of soul and rhythm welcoming them through the ballroom doors. He handed Scott a mask.

"Try to enjoy yourself. After all, this is your sister's party." Avriel smiled once again, patting Scott on the shoulder and stepping in the direction of a flock of maidens.

"Always been the ladies man, that one." Scott softly admitted, staring up at the chandelier and contemplating ways he could slip away. Avriel would never let him. Maybe he could find Kirstin. She was always a joy to be around.

Scott decided on just that, and walked farther into the ballroom, slipping his mask on and weaving his way through champagne flutes and the innocent beginnings of scandals.

A song he remembered hearing once before came on, and masses of people drifted towards the centre to dance.

One certain feathered mask caught his eye. Its absence of colour was not the thing that made it stand out, but rather the dress it was paired with. Dark and delicate, yet alluring and abstract. She seemed to glide towards the floor, distinctly turning her head in search of something.

Maybe Avi was right. There were several fair young maidens available tonight. Scott would just have to take him pick, and he seemed to already have one in mind.

He made his way over to the fair-skinned raven, seeing as she had paused in her place. When he reached her, he slipped a smooth hand around her waist, and leaned down close to her ear.

"May I have this dance, mysterious raven?"

She smiled, but didn't turn around to look.

"Of course you may."

She extended a foot to the side, revealing the smooth tan skin of her leg, and raised her hand up for Scott to take.

Scott placed his palm against hers and she walked foreword, so they both circled each other, their palms met as a pivot point.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you ask?" They switched, now rotating counterclockwise.

"Because, I must know. Is that not all the reasoning I need?"

This made her laugh, and Scott reached for her waist, finally pulling her close. He could see the brown jewels sparking behind the mask, mischievous and daunting.

Their hands met yet again, and she placed her other hand on Scott shoulder. Scott moved his hand up to her shoulder blade, and they began to waltz.

"If you must know, it is Mitch."

Scott dipped her, pulling her back up slowly with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mitch is a masculine name, is it not?"

"A masculine name for a male, I suppose."

Scott paused his footing, narrowing his eyes as he pictured the face behind the mask.

"Mitch?"

"It is me. How on earth did I, the city cross dresser, land a dance with Scott Hoying?"

Scott shook his head in shock.

"I suppose my mask does a poor job at hiding my identity."

"No," Mitch looked up at him, "your eyes are simply too blue to miss."

"Mitch Grassi." He resumed their waltz, spinning Mitch around. Their feet flew effortlessly in synced step, Mitch's dress flowing all the way.

"Did not expect to see me here, did you? I am genuinely surprised you know my name." His voice is light, and Scott can't help but smile, twirling the boy.

"Well, you do have a reputation around here." Scott remarked as Mitch fit back into his arms.

"And so do you. Richest family in the entire province. Would not want to be caught dancing with someone like me, would you?"

"I do not think they will know. Besides," he spinner Mitch around so his back collided with Scott's chest, "you fooled me. You can fool anyone."

Scott felt Mitch take a shaky breath as they danced, Scott's hand guiding them across the dance floor.

"You are a fairly good dancer for someone your height." Mitch breathed, and Scott smirked.

"Thank you. I would like to think I am very in tune with my body. In result of that, I can do a lot more things than dance." Scott murmured into Mitch's ear, causing his steps to falter. Scott snickered.

"I do not appreciate your teasing, Mr. Hoying." Mitch turned back around, and another song came on.

"Well, I am quite the jokester. But, you have my word. People here cause you enough grief, I will not add to the pile." Scott smiled honestly, and the mischievous glint faded for a moment, almost looking surprised.

"That is-" he cleared his throat, "That is very kind of you, Scott. But, I do not need your sympathy."

The clock struck 12, the chimes sounding out across the ballroom.

"Look at the time. I must go." Mitch broke away from Scott, but Scott let his hand linger.

"It is rude to leave during a dance." Scott replied cheekily.

"No, I- I do have to go," another chimes sounded, "now. Farewell."

"Wait!" Scott caught Mitch's hand in his own.

"Will we meet again?"

"If you save me a dance, maybe one day." Mitch smiled that flirtatious smile, then flashed a look of panic as he shook his hand free.

Scott watched in shock as Mitch flew away, his dress floating behind him as his heels carried him away.

Away from the ballroom.

Away from the venue.

Away from Scott.

And Scott never saw the raven again.
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