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Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dark Light

During the short time she was alone, she tried to think of what her soulmate might be like, he would always appear in her mind. She couldn't get over the feeling of his warmth, his touch, every detail that she found her yearning for, even things such as his scent or the sound of his breath and his heartbeat; she wanted to experience again. She wanted to be close to him again and to get lost in his dark brown eyes all over again. However, she then remembered the name and date etched into her wrist and she realized that it was never meant to be between them. "He Probably already has met his soulmate. He's just doing his job and being polite..." She thought, every word felt like a knife stab her chest. She wanted to scream and cry and damn the world for being so cruel, yet no tears came. "He's just being polite..." She repeated, her voice barely audible.

About 10 minutes after her being alone on the balcony, the gentleman from before arrived with various utensils, a truly bittersweet moment. Before she could utter a word, his voice silenced her of any protest she might have had. Saoirse looked away, refusing to make eye contact with him and remember that this was just an act of politeness. His hands touched her skin and she hopelessly tried not wince from the pain, but ultimately ended up failing;she clenched her fists to choax through the pain. Once he cleaned away the blood from her feet and hands, he gave her a glass of wine then gestured for her to sit on the railing. She immediately did as she was instructed, then placed the glass of wine next to her, before her hands returned to her lap. All the while, she refused to make eye contact with him. "Just being polite. Just being polite. Just being polite. " She repeated in her mind.

"... Thank you. For everything. Truly. You have been wonderful." Saoirse finally murmered, her tone was quiet as she looked down at her hands, her hair draped over her face. She desperately tried to hide her grief, however, she found this near impossible to hide compared to the pain from before. If this was a dream, she wanted to wake up. She didn't want to keep living a lie - it was like never ending torture to watch, to feel, to know such kindness that she knew was not truly hers.

After a period of silence, she stood up. "Why must you be so kind? We don't even know each other and yet you come to my aid immediately after you realize that I am injured." She asked, finally making eye contact with him, her eyes held a slight regret yet also held confusion. To her it didn't make much sense for a member of the staff to not only ask her to dance but to also care for her so tenderly. All the while she pondered, causing a familiar burning sensation to arise in her wrist.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

I edited my last post to give it a mood!

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Oh god my inner artist is coming out XD

A New World of Gods Chapter 2, The Rise of new Civilizations

@Slendy that was before I realized how dangerous the monster would be. Not only that, I'm extremely triggered by this right now and I am not exactly sure why but it's probably because I am tired

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dark Light

mood

The night seemed to have progressed along smoothly, that is, until a very handsome fellow presented himself, offering a dance. From the moment she layed eyes on him, a light burning sensation overcame her wrist. Saoirse was a little reluctant to accept his offer, on the account of her feet being injured, yet found herself agreeing regardless.

"Yes well, I suppose I am still fairly new to these situations." She replied as she accepted the gentleman's hand. However, as soon as her hand touched his, the mild burn became a sudden inferno of pain, then subsided altogether. It was a surprise to say the least, yet she did not let it show in her icy, crystal blue eyes.

"I look breathtaking you say? Well then the ladies who did my makeup did their job well." Saoirse replied, giggling then smiled slightly, as she followed the gentleman out to the dance floor. "You, however, are quite dashing yourself, if I maybe so bold." She knew that the makeup was merely a mask and not really her face, yet she couldn't help but feel slightly happy at the gentleman's remark.

Thankfully, the dance was a slow waltz so it didn't put much strain on her injuries, yet that still would end up catching up with her. However, she steady gaze did not leave her dance partner's eyes; she hid her pain well. "So what brings you to such an extravagent event? But then again, I suppose such events suit you. However, it's certainly not to work the entire time at the food tables, I hope." Saoirse finally said. She had been watching the event quite closely, a bad habit of hers as an artist, and her dance partner had certainly caught her attention more than just a few times.

Of course that didn't stop her bad habit from takin over, as she subconsciously began to examine him. Though he wore a mask, Saoirse could immediately tell that he was very handsome, to the point where it was nearly intimidating to be as close as she was to him. His gaze was sharp, alert, and intense, yet held a refined and mysterious sense to his dark colored eyes. He was also much taller than her and had broad shoulders, yet his build was lean and ever so slightly muscular, when comparing it to her own small, thin frame. Though Saoirse had, what was known as piano hands, she could tell the gentleman's hands were larger than hers, even without gloves, from mere touch alone. He could easily be a model with his face alone, yet his physique only emphasized and complimented his facial appearance.

Their waltz lasted for only a few minutes, but to her it felt like an eternity as she seemed to get lost in her dance partner's dark, intense eyes. After the end of the song, Saoirse quickly snapped back to reality and realized just how much pain she was feeling. Her feet were bleeding in her shoes and it felt like she had been walking on razor blades. "Excuse me." We the last words she uttered to him before she left. With a slight curtsy and a smile, she pulled back and quickly retreated from the warm dance floor and out to the balcony where it was much cooler and she could have some time to herself.

Outside, a cool, crisp breeze caressed Saoirse's warm skin and combed through her hair, sending shivers up her spine. The sky was clear and speckled with starlight. She removed her heels once more to reveal her cut up, bloody, blistered feet. The cool air soothed the pain. She removed her gloves and placed them on the concrete railing, then turned to message her feet a bit. She then looked at her hands, now smeared with blood, and sighed and clenched her fists tightly, before standing back up and leaning on the railing and looked out at the view. It was beautiful to see the lights of the city intermingle with the light of the stars and the moon. Such scenery gave her inspiration and made her contemplate over the events that took place today, wondering if she had actually met her soulmate, like the date on her wrist said, or not.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Teddiplier I am losing it right now you have no idea XD

A New World of Gods Chapter 2, The Rise of new Civilizations

Welp! It's offial! I hate Cythlla and Reese. I want them both to die and burn for all eternity. Please excuse me while I go vomit a bit from anxiety and the flu.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

So much dialogue hoooh my gahad!

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

By the time Saoirse had returned to her apartment and had taken a shower it was already noon. She was relaxing on her couch when she suddenly received a call from her clients, Mr. And Mrs. Eggard.

"Hello? Is this Saoirse? This is Mrs. Eggard, your client. " An elderly woman's voice said.

" Oh yes, Mrs. Eggard! How are you? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes! Everything is alright! Tell me, are you free this evening? "

" Yes...?"

"Oh wonderful! You see, I was wondering if you would give my husband and I the honor having you attend this masquerade ball we are throwing tonight!"

"A ball? I don't know... I-I've never been to one before and I don't have a dress or even a way of getting there!"

"Oh that won't be a problem at all! We'll take care of everything! Consider it a thanks for all of your hard work! Please, we insist!"

"I suppose I could stay for a little bit...."

"Wonderful! I'll send for a chauffeur to pick you up! We will take care of you once you get to Wales!"

======================== That Night =======================

Saoirse stood outside of the Eggard Mansion, she wore a black dress and matching mask, she also wore fingerless lace gloves, covering up the name and date on her wrist. Her hair was parted to the side and curled ever so slightly in loose curls, and wore very little makeup. Her lips were a dark maroon color and she wore a neutral smoky eye-shadow, making her usually soft, pale, ivory skin look like that of a porcaline doll's.

She hesitantly entered the ballroom, where she was instantly greeted by Mrs. Eggard.

"Oh, Saoirse! You look absolutely lovely, I just knew you would! Tell me! Where is your soulmate? I'm sure he's dashing!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Eggard. But I am afraid that my soulmate won't be attending because I have yet to meet him, I'm afraid."

"Oh I'm sorry! I had no idea! Well it's a shame that he couldn't see how beautiful you look, dear!"

Saoirse chuckled than smiled. "Thank you. For everything, truly. It's almost like a fairytale."

"Of course, dear. And why can't it be a fairytale? You already look like a princess! Now all you need is a prince!"

"Because I am afraid that fairytales only happen in storybooks."

"Well then, I suppose this one will have to be the first one to leave it's pages! And I am certainly happy to have seen it come to life!" Mrs. Eggard replied with a wink and a smile, then let Saoirse go on her merry way.

Saoirse smiled then made her way along the edges of the ballroom and found herself a place to sit by herself before taking off her high heels. She wasn't used to wearing these kinds of shoes and her feet were already sore and covered in blisters. She winced slightly as she touched her feet lightly with her lace gloves, then slipped her shoes back on, before her gaze returned to the crowd of dancing, eating, and socializing people, with a gentle yet happy smile as she watched the others make merry. She much preferred to be by herself than socialize with a group of people, at a party.

A New World of Gods Chapter 2, The Rise of new Civilizations

@Cuccoruler yeah no. Death is coming for that monstrosity. Once Rhona sees that demon's true nature she WILL NOT hesitate to kill it. However, she won't kill it for no reason.