[P] where the light breaks through

[Fiona]

The birds are singing in your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile

The masses pushed by her without much thought or consideration. Many were in pairs, or groups, headed in one direction or another. Clearly, they all had a destination in mind as they swept up and away through the growing crowd. Fiona did not know which way to turn, and considered more than once stepping into the flow of bodies, until someone stepped in front of her. The man smiled and and bowed and she was a fool not to be expecting Atreus for it was, after all, his invitation that had her standing here. But, with a dark mask that covered most of his face she thought, perhaps, that he could be anyone. Even when he spoke and his familiar voice washed over her ears, she smiled a little too pleasantly, a little too platonically.

Though Fiona had no skirt with which to curtsy, her cheeks warmed a little under his attention and she dropped her head under the guise of her own bow. When her lavender eyes lifted to Atreus’ own, she nodded. But oh, if she didn’t glance about for a second, scanning the crowd as if looking for someone. The champion of community may not have wanted to come to the masquerade of her own volition, but now that she was here with the promise of a dance and a handsome partner, she had to admit it was a little easier to let go of the truths sitting, waiting back home for her in Terrastella.

It was a little easier to forget, and to, maybe, have a little bit of fun.

So, when she accompanied Atreus to the dance floor, the music swaying through the air and brushing gently across her skin, she held in the mirth that wanted to play in her eyes, and stood a very approriate distance from him, as if he were simply a stranger. Just a masked suitor, searching for a dance, and nothing more. And she moved, gracefully, delicately, careful not to brush up against him even though her skin tingled at his nearness, at the warmth of him. If she could have laughed she would have had to held it in. Perhaps, she thought, there was a little bit more of a reason for her to be here after all, for it brought out a side of her which was long dormant among the still recent tragedies. A side that was as blooming as a flower.

Writing.

@Atreus