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Eddie being a total mood

Eddson Black, he is my wannabe emo boy with a hint of happiness inside. I need some one to take my pencil because he is my drama.

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Dance of the Night

The night was lit with the glow of happy faces and the sparkling of wine as the people sipped from their cups with a slight smirk. Flirts were exchanged like small little breaths, not one person safe from little rumors that flew around the ears of rich ladies and men. Who could resist the smallest information that could tilt the tables on their sides? It was almost like turning away from a pile of your old trinkets. They seemed insignificant to the eyes of others, but the feeling of nostalgia stopped you from even rolling your eyes.

Rose kept a stoic face as she watched men and women dance around, some eyes were casted to her as she leaned on the wall, arms crossed. What did they think of her? A murderer, outsider, or maybe even a veil? Rose laughed inside as she stared down a certain female that was glaring daggers at her. The same glare was exchanged with a gasp and shiver as she turned away.

It was not often that two Draconian females got together but it was something that happened from time to time. What was the point of hiding who you are? Reputation? Something that can be taken so quickly, all for nothing? Practice, play, repeat. It's all the same, they're all the same. Rose got off of the pillar and walked back to her seat on her brother's table. The king was dancing around and laughing with his beloved. Dawn and Raven, the power couple that everyone wanted to be, even Rose sometimes got a little jealous as the idea of having a mate intrigued her.

Mating was not an easy thing to do, it wasn’t menial. Showing yourself as vulnerable? It was almost taboo. Rose hadn’t smiled since she saved Raven back at the mines, how could she smile again after that? She was seen as a mistake by her mother, and her father was no longer with them. Not a single thing to smile about.

She was awaken from her thoughts as the music stopped and the Avian Priest stood at the podium. What was he doing? 

“May I have all your attention please? Thank you, I am sorry for interrupting such an exquisite event. But I would like to show my gratitude to the Draconian King, King Axxon, may he reign high above all. I would like to give my condolences to those who have fallen in battle while in this tedious war. In honor of all those who have fallen, we wish that the heir would dance with our beloved son, Aric.” A young man stood up from his seat next to the Maestra. The name didn’t exactly roll off the tongue easily, but it was what made the name so feared. A woman should have a delicate name, not a deranged name, but that was what made the woman so feared. The man walked up to the podium near his father, a stoic face as he watched intently on the audience. 

Rose looked over to Raven who was glaring already at her, his brows  furrowed. Something was up. Rose stood up, muscles tense. Everyone looked at her as she descended down the stairs and onto the dance floor where the Prince waited. The Prince was not bad looking, in fact he was quite handsome. He wore a stylish midjourney gold butterfly suit with his family nightingale gold crest resting on his right pec. His hair was swiped back but a bit of rebelious hair was in his face. Rose had to look at his eyes in order to not gawk at him. 

As Rose stood in front of the prince she bowed with an arm across her gold plated chest and a hand on her knee as she bent down a little. Aric bowed back but his hands shook with anxiousness. The music started as they looked at each other, Rose putting her hand in has and his on her hip. Swaying to the music they felt the eyes of the crowd burning into the back of their skulls. The prince was too focused on the crowd and his father that he accidentally stepped on Rose’s shoe, stammering back a bit, his cheeks blushed a dark purple. 

“My apologies, I haven't danced in a long time.” Rose raised an eyebrow, how could a prince not know how to dance? Humming she stood with a straight back and tried to clear him for the first part.

“It's alright, I haven't danced in a rather long time either.” Aric nodded and attempted to mirror Rose. He looked at her and leaned into her, finding comfort within their little bubble.

“My name is Aric. Aric Moon.” She looked up at him, the lights dancing in their eyes. Was it just the wine that took effect in Aric or was it Rose’s dullness to not see?  

“You have a rather handsome name. My name is Rose, Rosetta Dragmire.” Aric smiled and let out a chuckle before dipping her to the music. Wrapping her arm around d his neck to attempt to stay away from the ground. Aric put his free hand under her knee.

“And you have a rather pulchritudinous name. I have never seen quite a beautiful woman as yourself.” Raising her up to her feet, a soft blush erupted to her cheeks. It wasn't the first time she was flirted with but this was different. She knew it but didn't admit it to herself. 

“You speak as if our species are not divided amongst each other. No one wants to stay in the same room as a Draconian nor an Avian. It bothers you that I am dancing with you.” 

“You read people. I have heard about your abilities to see into others without even needing to waste a breath. It's impressive. But you read me wrong, what I said was purely just observations.” Aric smiled softly as he looked down at her. She was smaller compared to Aric, only able to reach his shoulders. Rose looked away as she watched the crowd looking at them, continuously dancing to the melody. It was almost hypnotic and surreal the moment.

“You have a good poker face.” Eric looked at the crowd as well before leaning down to her ear.

“You put on a show, hardly showing your emotions, yet you can see it when seeing the small details.” He leaned back up and dipped her a final time before standing up and bowing down to her as the music finally ended. Aric smiled a final time and kissed her hand before walking away to his table. Rose’s head spun with uncertainty as the people clapped to the dance. Her stoic face never left as she sat down next to Raven, her hands balled up into fists. 

“I didn't know that he would ask for the dance.” 

“I know- but something is happening. No one seems on edge and the royals are carefree. It is making my skin crawl.” Raven hummed and gripped the handle of his cup before taking a long drink. 

Rose looked back to the Aric who was looking at her already with a soft smile. Why did her cheek warm up? Why did she break character, for him of all people? Why did she feel his ghost touch still on her hip? Why was choosing to hate him feel like the easier option? How could she hate him when she was taught that the hardest decision was the right one?