DURING THE MASQUERADE BALL
REQUESTED BY / DEDICATED TO :
LUNAT1C-HENDRICK
[ CRINGEY WRITING ALERT. ]
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it was a fancy night when. . .
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⠀⠀“Hendrick,”
⠀⠀The moment you heard a familiar soothing voice of a masked lass, you turn your head on the side to take a glimpse of her, of Mara. You’ve always been an eye contact person, so you take a gander straight to her eyes. She nervously chuckles, standing up.
⠀⠀“Hm?” you hum, about to stand up, too, to accompany the lady in gold. “Where d’you want to go?”
⠀⠀The ball is about to end, a sign for them that it’s about time to unveil their true identities.
⠀⠀“I’ll just go to the rest room, please stay here for a little while.” Mara shoots you a warm yet slightly mischievous smile as she gracefully turns around, strutting towards the rest room.
⠀⠀And so, you wait for her.
⠀⠀It has passed few minutes and your date isn’t coming back, you shrug, thinking that girls are always like that. They tend to be always slow when it comes about their sanitary needs.
⠀⠀“Axis, you can perform now.” one of the council says, all of you gracefully clap your hands as you wait for him to take on the stage. It’s a little funny for you to think that Zelenians around the hall aren’t really that graceful and formal on a daily basis, but here they are, acting like those. You burst into a manly, quiet chuckles.
⠀⠀You’ve witnessed Axis’ performance to Lucy, where he sang his heart out for the masked lady, and still, Mara is not back. Worry starts to build up inside your stomach but you still sit there, alone, waiting for her because who would kidnap a Supreme Council member? And you know very well that Mara could fight, she made your nose bleed and your consciousness lost the moment she punched you near her flower shop, anyways.
⠀⠀The unveiling of their identity is soon to happen but your date is nowhere to be found. You click your tongue as you wipe the small beads of sweat on your perfectly styled hair with the use of your black handkerchief. Starting to lose your cool, you stand up to go straight outside the Girl’s Rest Room.
⠀⠀Seeing an unknown masked Zelenian female who just got out of the room. You get in her way as you clear your throat, being an anthropophobic isn’t your thing here, Drick, you think. The unknown Zelenian in black gown look at you in confusion, so you start to speak.
⠀⠀“Uh, hey, is Ma—I mean, did you see a blonde, small girl,” you try to measure Mara’s height with the use of your hand. “Whose dress and mask is gold?”
⠀⠀The unknown one shakes her head sideways, “I’m sorry, haven’t found her.”
⠀⠀And there, nervousness took over your body and mind as your heart thump in a faster manner. You jounce your head one time, running outside of the ball’s area afterwards. Taking a glimpse of your wrist watch whilst running, you tsk, Mara’s gone for almost thirty minutes.
⠀⠀You stop the moment you see some open doors. You shake your head once again. Mara couldn’t be here, she might be in the Flower Shop if she decides to leave the ball.
