#taciternxdisaster #rebelliousxprincess #Waltz For The Moon #Haaaaiiiii. Sorry I took so long. Lmao.~
{♞}—It’d been a long day.
Of course, it had been worth it in the end, the soldier leaning against a nearby wall in his formal attire, calloused digits grasping a tall glass taken from an azure vested waitress as he watched couples twirling around like marionettes pulled by a string. An indifferent expression remained etched onto his face as he brought the drink to his lips, taking a few sips here and there without much thought. The energetic male named Zell had approached him first, only to be given the almost automatic silent treatment by the brunette, and then by the same girl he had shown around the Garden not too long ago. Why he’d agreed to be on the Festival Committee was beyond him. Perhaps he’d just wanted to silence her.
A mental sigh is heaved as cerulean irises gaze towards the night sky, a large, full moon catching his attention at first. The gunblade specialist blinks then, pausing slightly as a star trails along, leaving him to stare in wonder for the briefest of moments. It wasn’t often that one had the chance to see such an occurrence, and considering how distracted everyone else was with this ‘party’, it was very likely that only Squall had witnessed it. Glancing back down, he finds that Fate seems intent on proving him wrong. A woman in a white dress, standing alone in the middle of the dance floor returns her own gaze back downwards, then to him as though she’d sensed his observation.
It’s then that a smile graces her lips, and she extends a slender index finger to indicate they’d shared the same view, and in return, he cants his head, remaining perched in his spot.
Why did it matter anyway?
Her gaze, laced with mischief, remains locked on his even as she treads along the marbled floor, heels bouncing noisily and silencing only when she’s a foot away from the enigmatic male. It might do him good to smile a little; the night being quite young and nice—perfect for mingling dance steps together with someone, even if that someone is a complete stranger. Hey, it’s a party, after all. And who would pass up the opportunity to dance with a handsome guy like him, anyway?
—With that in mind, the raven-haired girl leans forward with one hand cradling an elbow, the other resting on her chin, hoping to get a better look at the person who had witnessed the same falling star with her just a few moments ago. The words rolling off her tongue then voice out her thoughts with total honesty.
“You’re the best-looking guy here,” she says, unaware of how strong her abrupt greeting probably was, or it could be the complete opposite; she could be completely aware of it but is so thick-skinned to actually care. A straight-shooter. A devastating hurricane, as Zone and Watts would describe her. They were most-likely accurate, despite her not wanting to accept it.
Rinoa pulls back and rests both hands on her waist, canting her head slightly with hopes that he’ll succumb to her ‘charms’ right then and there without a second thought, but he seems like a challenge.
“Dance with me?”
(Source: rebelliousxprincess)
