Scenes of the Bloodmir Ballroom
Short enough to screw the lj cut. xD
A work in progress.... maybe.
Charlotte peered hesitantly from the ballroom entrance, fearful of being found. But she knew she sensed nothing… nothing at all. Her green eyes scanned the huge circular room. It was beautiful! Pearl walls were laced in gold fixtures. From the ceilings red tapestries hung like intricate curtains. There were crystal chandeliers and tall balconies- a large staircase loomed in the center and seemed to have an endless number of steps that went on forever…
Charlotte was mesmerized.
Tentatively, she stepped onto the marble floor. Painted tiles rapped around and met into a circular design, she noticed this as her feet graced over the first ring, a mixture of sapphire and emerald. Her steps echoed loudly, sharply. The sound was unnerving, but she continued her ghosting movements, dazedly. Something held her attention, it let her wandering become less and less conscious as, her eyes absorbed into her surroundings, her ears beginning to buzz softly.
And then she noticed it. The marble stone pillar, the hanging gold chains laced around it, the glass case- spotless as if it had never been touched… And the stone. So small, settled on a thin stand… And so red. The purest Charlotte’s eyes had ever touched. She marveled at it, this divine beauty, and it drew her nearer. No longer did the notion of being spotted hold her psyche. Charlotte was transfixed.
A few more steps and the blond was less than a foot away. Instinctively, she reached out for the glass chamber. The sight of her own fingertips in front of her shook her hypnosis a bit, but she continued to stretch forward. She took another step, and there her fingertips brushed over the case, so lightly- it seemed as if no contact was made. But Charlotte felt it. The explosion inside her fingers, like tiny little eruptions. They weren’t painful, but yet powerful. The feeling shook Charlotte out of her trance, just as a hand wrapped tightly around her wrist and yanked her backwards.
Suddenly Charlotte found her gravity had shifted as she was leaning back into a strong embrace. A hand clutched her chin and turned it sharply in its direction.
There, time stood still. There, all breathing had ceased.
Because there, Charlotte found herself gazing into eyes that could only be compared to the blood red of the stone she had since seen. But these eyes held life- brilliance! And a heat, that the warmest volcano would fear. She stared on in utter consternation.
“Lock the doors,” the voice from the man that held her spoke, seemingly to no one at all.
“We have a rat in the Bloodmir Ballroom.”
A work in progress.... maybe.
Charlotte peered hesitantly from the ballroom entrance, fearful of being found. But she knew she sensed nothing… nothing at all. Her green eyes scanned the huge circular room. It was beautiful! Pearl walls were laced in gold fixtures. From the ceilings red tapestries hung like intricate curtains. There were crystal chandeliers and tall balconies- a large staircase loomed in the center and seemed to have an endless number of steps that went on forever…
Charlotte was mesmerized.
Tentatively, she stepped onto the marble floor. Painted tiles rapped around and met into a circular design, she noticed this as her feet graced over the first ring, a mixture of sapphire and emerald. Her steps echoed loudly, sharply. The sound was unnerving, but she continued her ghosting movements, dazedly. Something held her attention, it let her wandering become less and less conscious as, her eyes absorbed into her surroundings, her ears beginning to buzz softly.
And then she noticed it. The marble stone pillar, the hanging gold chains laced around it, the glass case- spotless as if it had never been touched… And the stone. So small, settled on a thin stand… And so red. The purest Charlotte’s eyes had ever touched. She marveled at it, this divine beauty, and it drew her nearer. No longer did the notion of being spotted hold her psyche. Charlotte was transfixed.
A few more steps and the blond was less than a foot away. Instinctively, she reached out for the glass chamber. The sight of her own fingertips in front of her shook her hypnosis a bit, but she continued to stretch forward. She took another step, and there her fingertips brushed over the case, so lightly- it seemed as if no contact was made. But Charlotte felt it. The explosion inside her fingers, like tiny little eruptions. They weren’t painful, but yet powerful. The feeling shook Charlotte out of her trance, just as a hand wrapped tightly around her wrist and yanked her backwards.
Suddenly Charlotte found her gravity had shifted as she was leaning back into a strong embrace. A hand clutched her chin and turned it sharply in its direction.
There, time stood still. There, all breathing had ceased.
Because there, Charlotte found herself gazing into eyes that could only be compared to the blood red of the stone she had since seen. But these eyes held life- brilliance! And a heat, that the warmest volcano would fear. She stared on in utter consternation.
“Lock the doors,” the voice from the man that held her spoke, seemingly to no one at all.
“We have a rat in the Bloodmir Ballroom.”