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voicetest2014-05-13 10:52 pm
neversaysno) wrote in voicetest2014-05-13 10:52 pm
19th century shenanigans
The party is bustling, the rich brushing shoulders with the rich or possibly the not quite as rich. Class is everything to the people in the room. It was something to hold close to your heart. A station in life. Part of your identity. Even if you don't want to admit it. The woman wear expensive gloves and the men dressed in finest tuxes they could afford. Suits expensive enough to feed a family of ten to a few beggars on the streets. The fires are low and the wine glasses are full. The room is simply busy with life. Conversation flows and pluses like a living creature, the house wives trade stories about sordid love affairs and gossip about each other even as they charm and smile at the subject of the gossip across the room.
Dorian is outside that noise. Something present yet removed from the party and the people around him. A few people glance his way but he ignores them for once. The young looking man hovering on the spot as the noise washes of them. Of the life passing him by.
His eyes locked to the person in the center of the room. Dorian couldn't pull his eyes away even if he wanted too. There was something about them. Something in the air around them. Those dark eyes drop down to move from the persons ankles all the way up to meet the others eyes.
He's captivated. For the moment.
Dorian is outside that noise. Something present yet removed from the party and the people around him. A few people glance his way but he ignores them for once. The young looking man hovering on the spot as the noise washes of them. Of the life passing him by.
His eyes locked to the person in the center of the room. Dorian couldn't pull his eyes away even if he wanted too. There was something about them. Something in the air around them. Those dark eyes drop down to move from the persons ankles all the way up to meet the others eyes.
He's captivated. For the moment.