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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ as the limousine steadily makes its way towards the masquerade brianna primps and preens. she isn't too worried about her appearance, already knowing that her gown, hair, and overall appearance is perfect, simply doing said fidgeting in order to keep herself busy. ]

[ snaps the compact shut and puts it back into her clutch purse, setting it aside before sparing a glance over to her date for the night. the look on her face is that of anticipation, yet there's some sort of amusement playing across her features as well. ]

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ another pause, another thought. speaks as though he's uncertain of himself. ]

... all of it?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head & seems to decide on something. ]

You're mocking me.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ his reaction is automatic: ]

N-no! I'm s-sorry. I didn't m-mean to-!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah, is that right? [ a smile, meant to reassure. ]

Then please, do put in the effort to properly answer my questions.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

Ah, o-of course. I'm sorry.

[ it's not instantaneous, but he bows his head a little bit awkwardly, as if he half decided to do it but half decided not to at the last minute. ]

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

. . .

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ places his index finger underneath the boy's chin, lifts the face up. angles his head so that it is as close as possible without leaning down or lowering his own head. ]

Yet you can do this. Or is this inherent?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ the wonder in his eyes is innocent at the very least; is sincerely perplexed once again. ]

D-do what?

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Hm. Everything, I presume.

[ withdraws his hand back to his side, leans away to stare down at the smaller figure, now openly appraising. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ reaches out to catch a hold of one of the locks again. pulls at it gently but with purpose, keeping it straight & trapped between his fingers as his voice drops with a light chuckle. ]

Are you aware that these mistakes can easily be fixed?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ attempts to glance at what albert is doing. ]

M-mistakes?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ it takes him a while but he slowly realizes what he means (somewhat, anyway) after a while of thinking, a small look of disappointment on his face. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ finally another thought strikes him. instead of looking sad or dejected any further his expression seems to light up a bit, a soft, far-off look on his face, though there's no smile present. ]

... my family doesn't mind. [ pauses, allowing himself to feel a little bit warm inside. ] I'm fine like this.

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow as he retracts his hand once more. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose not. They would have no reason to.

[ hand goes to his chin in thought & murmurs the next few words, almost to himself. ] Mistakes can be overlooked when your purpose is to be transient.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ listens silently. tilts his head a tad when albert is finished, eyebrows scrunched together; speaks shyly, quietly, as if he's hesitating on asking. ]

W-what does 'transient' mean?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head. ]

Is 'temporary' a word you're familiar with?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes...

[ brings up his hands to nibble on the edge of his sleeve nervously. ]

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

'Temporary' can be used to define 'transient'.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

However, considering the context, it may have an additional meaning.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

O-oh.

[ thinks on this. when he can't come up with anything else to say he shuffles his feet a little bit & fidgets. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ having finished his wine sometime in the middle of the conversation, he places the empty glass down on the table. ]

Ah, my apologies. [ extends a hand. ] Now, shall we go find your corner?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ blinks in surprise at his words. carefully lifts a hand, hesitating briefly before placing a hand into his, the feeling familiar yet not at the same time. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ the grip is neither firm nor gentle, somewhere in the middle. almost ghost-like as he leads them both through the multiplied crowd toward a quieter area.

once protected by the shadows & several, well-placed angles, he extracts his hand & places both on the boy's face, keeping it up as he leans down. lips nearly touching, whispers. ]

Be calm, and do try to heed my next words carefully.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ is once again surprised and now tense at the close proximity, at first flinching slightly in response. swallows hard, finally feeling uneasy.

since he can't really find anything to say (how could he?) and can't move his head his eyes speak for him; dismay, perhaps a small hint of fear, his attention focused intensely on albert despite these feelings. ]