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[ 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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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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. . . I once knew a boy, though more perfect than yourself. But he, too, was a mistake, and mistakes are rarely wanted.

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You are accepted at present because you are not meant to be kept.

[ short pause, lips continuing to hover in an almost kiss before he pulls away. ] To be transient, in this context, also means that you are not the one that is truly desired.

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[ even more quietly: ] Yet, even one such as you must have someone you treasure, do you not?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

...

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[ lets his gaze fall, thinking on that privately to himself.

when he finally speaks it's softer and quieter, matching albert's own tone, though at first he voices his thoughts as if he's saying them more to himself than the other. ]

He... told me once what "special" meant. To h-have someone special to you.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his hands within a pause, placing them on his own chest, nearest to his heart. ]

He said that it would h-hurt--right here--if they left. That it would hurt everywhere, because you don't want to lose that person.

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[ eventually his gaze shifts back up to albert, his eyes wide, seemingly bluer than usual with a(n eerily) blank yet honest look on his face. speaks almost breathlessly, as if it were a secret that nobody else had ever heard before. ]

I can't feel that.

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[ he shuts his eyes sadly in somewhat disappointment with himself, arms lowering. seems to shift back into a state of shyness, flushing slightly from what he assumes is a mistake. ]

S-so I don't know how to answer your q-question. ... I'm sorry.

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[ closes his eyes briefly behind his mask, a tad surprised at the short episode of disappointment that he thinks he feels. ]

Ah, so that is how you comfort yourself.

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I do not take kindly to liars. But I suppose it isn't easy to step away from your excuses.

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[ smile takes on a slightly mocking edge. ]

If you can find no reason to change the fact that you are little more than a poor attempt at perversity. . .

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[ catches the boy's chin in a firm, almost painful grip. makes it obvious that all sympathy previously garnered has been withdrawn. ]

Then vanish. Let them vanish, and comfort yourself that their deaths do not affect you by telling yourself that you cannot feel.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ inhales sharply at the hold on his chin and begins to shake slightly, like a scared animal would. scrunches his eyes closed and lifts his hands (though they don't get any further than his chest again), as if afraid of being hit. ]

I-- I'm s-sorry! I d-didn't m-mean to--

[ doesn't seem to be able to get further than that, beginning to sniffle as tears bead at the corner of his eyes, though whether or not it's fully from what albert is doing/saying is unknown. ]

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. . . and this is your limit. Ah.

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[ releases him, takes a step back & inclines his head once. smile smooths back to its default shape, back in place. back to normal, as if nothing happened. ]

Thank you for your company.

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[ brings his hands to his face and wipes at his eyes clumsily, staying like that as the other speaks. eventually he blinks up through the tears to look at albert curiously, clearly a bit confused. ]

A-ah... y-you're welcome?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ with no more words he is willing to spare, he nods once more before stepping back, turning around & entering the crowd. accepts the company that he seems to instantly draw, relishing in it -- fills it with nonsense conversations, sometimes veering into his favourite subject of politics & once-in-a-while dancing -- with the steady goal of wiping the unpleasant smear the encounter left in his thoughts. ]