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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]

[ 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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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

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

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ 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. . .

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ 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 makes it obvious that all sympathy previously garnered has been withdrawn.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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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

. . . and this is your limit. Ah.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]