he hadn't known what to expect of this place. he'd heard it was crystal and velvet, dimly-lit yet sparkling. he'd heard it had atmosphere, and he wasn't sure what to make of that.
the first hostess he'd met was belle, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. she had warm, honey-coloured eyes and softly curled hair that she pushed every so often behind her ears. it had been a long day at work, and he'd told her, as he stirred his blueberry tea, how he felt underappreciated and unchallenged. he was bored and lonely, wanting so much more than he had. belle nodded, her golden eyes never leaving his. she had a quiet light about her, something so precious and exquisite. she didn't even know him, but he swore, though he couldn't believe it, that she cared about him, and she promised him someday, and he hoped the same for her, he'd find something thrilling and incredible, like all his most wonderful dreams.
this, he soon learned, was a place for dreamers.
cinderella, especially, always seemed so far away from this place with its cushioned seats and twinkling lights. she hardly spoke a word, and sometimes he wasn't sure she was such a good listener, either; she seemed withdrawn, lost in her own world of fantasy. still, he was drawn to her. she was beautiful, though she did nothing to accentuate her features. she wore only the simplest of makeup, no diamonds, and her clothes, though flattering, were plain. she was genuine and gentle, and she was truly kind, though he could tell there was something trying its hardest to steal that kindness from her. he never asked, and she never spoke of herself, but he hoped she'd keep believing in those dreams she held on to so desperately, that someday she'd find a true escape.
aurora, too, was a lovely girl, with long golden hair and an aura of grace that was all her own, but she seemed so lost sometimes, like she really wasn't sure who she was. she always spoke of her dreams, which almost always featured a handsome stranger who was hopelessly in love with her. every time she recalled waking up to her own life, finding he wasn't there, she seemed so sad and unsure, as though she could find herself only through him, he could show her everything she needed to know. she was a bright girl, far more special, probably, than she knew, but he had the feeling she hadn't experienced much, that she'd been hidden away from life, or, in a sense, asleep. he wondered how she ended up in a place like this. she brought something here, though, with her gleaming eyes and how she was always softly singing to herself. but this wasn't where she belonged. he wished for her, maybe not that she'd find her man, but that she'd find herself.
the first hostess he'd met was belle, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. she had warm, honey-coloured eyes and softly curled hair that she pushed every so often behind her ears. it had been a long day at work, and he'd told her, as he stirred his blueberry tea, how he felt underappreciated and unchallenged. he was bored and lonely, wanting so much more than he had. belle nodded, her golden eyes never leaving his. she had a quiet light about her, something so precious and exquisite. she didn't even know him, but he swore, though he couldn't believe it, that she cared about him, and she promised him someday, and he hoped the same for her, he'd find something thrilling and incredible, like all his most wonderful dreams.
this, he soon learned, was a place for dreamers.
cinderella, especially, always seemed so far away from this place with its cushioned seats and twinkling lights. she hardly spoke a word, and sometimes he wasn't sure she was such a good listener, either; she seemed withdrawn, lost in her own world of fantasy. still, he was drawn to her. she was beautiful, though she did nothing to accentuate her features. she wore only the simplest of makeup, no diamonds, and her clothes, though flattering, were plain. she was genuine and gentle, and she was truly kind, though he could tell there was something trying its hardest to steal that kindness from her. he never asked, and she never spoke of herself, but he hoped she'd keep believing in those dreams she held on to so desperately, that someday she'd find a true escape.
aurora, too, was a lovely girl, with long golden hair and an aura of grace that was all her own, but she seemed so lost sometimes, like she really wasn't sure who she was. she always spoke of her dreams, which almost always featured a handsome stranger who was hopelessly in love with her. every time she recalled waking up to her own life, finding he wasn't there, she seemed so sad and unsure, as though she could find herself only through him, he could show her everything she needed to know. she was a bright girl, far more special, probably, than she knew, but he had the feeling she hadn't experienced much, that she'd been hidden away from life, or, in a sense, asleep. he wondered how she ended up in a place like this. she brought something here, though, with her gleaming eyes and how she was always softly singing to herself. but this wasn't where she belonged. he wished for her, maybe not that she'd find her man, but that she'd find herself.
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