Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151105231316/@comment-26897541-20151118004659

Parrot took the lead in the conversation as he said. "Ah, quel beau nom! Eh bien Prism, je avons eu un beau temps, je dois dire. Et vous, Rose?" (Ah, what a lovely name! Well Prism, I've been having a lovely time I must say. And you, Rose?)

Rose nodded. "Il a été une belle fois ce soir. Tant drame! Je ne sais pas ma nuit est allé aussi bien que leur a, cependant." (It has been a lovely time tonight. So much drama! I'm not sure my night has gone quite as well as theirs has, though.) Here she pointed to where Neptune and Glass were dancing, Glass smiling like a fool and Neptune giggling at something his dance partner had said. Rose turned back to Prism, and started to explain the tale. "You see, it all started like this..."

(Meanwhile...)

"...and so, long story short I've been trying my very best to find you and dance with you this WHOLE time!" Glass finished his story as Neptune dissolved into fits of giggles.

"Really?" he asked. "I've been spending this ball trying to dance with YOU!" At that both boys burst into uncontrollable laughter at how silly they had been all night. Once they had calmed they stood upright and stared at each other, content to take in the view for a bit before continuing to dance. After a moment Glass snapped out of his reverie and held out his hands for Neptune to take as they proceeded into the next dance.

They danced in silence for a few moments, wrapped up in their own thoughts. 'Oh, this night has turned out positively sand-tastic! He DOES have a crush on me, I can tell! Why else would he dance with me? But... why is he dancing with me? What made him decide that now was an ok time to "come out" so to speak. He doesn't appear as anything other than straight everywhere else; why now?' Neptune pondered his internal questions for a while, long enough for Glass to notice the thoughtful frown on his face.

"Sir Neptune? Is there something on your mind?" The question startled the boy out of his thoughts.

"O-Oh! Umm... you noticed that?"

Glass smiled and chuckled a bit. "Yeah, it was kind of obvious. You had a thoughtful little frown on your face. I noticed because... *lower, in a sheepish tone* it was kind of adorable." Sir Glass blushed a little as he admitted that thought.

Sir Neptune blushed as well. "Really? Huh. Umm, I hope this isn't too forward..."

"Whatever it is, just ask. I won't mind, I promise."

Neptune took a deep breath to steady himself, then asked his question in a lower voice.

"Why now? Why did you pick now, of all times, to seek me out? At school you're known as the sweet, boy-next-door type who's perfectly fine with his destiny of being Ashlynn's prince. Obviously that's not the case if you're dancing with ME, of all people, a boy. That doesn't hexactly 'mesh' well with your image, does it? If someone were to find out that it's you under the mask dancing with me, you could be publicly outed! I don't have to tell you the consequences of that if it happens. So, yeah, why now? Why pick this ball to dance with me?"

Sir Glass was speechless for a moment, knowing that his partner had raised a very valid point. "You're right, Neptune. This is a huge risk for me, one that I wasn't going to take. But a little birdie *here he snickered a bit at his joke* told me that there was nothing to fear. It's a masquerade; the chances of being recognized here are way lower than other places where I could do this. I don't reognize many people here, and hopefully no one recognized me. I can't be unmasked; it's against the rules. I allowed myself this here, of all places, because of all the anonymity involved. I feel safe to let my feelings out here, compared to elsewhere in places that feel more like cages than homes."

Sir Neptune teared up a bit hearing his explanation. "I really like you, Ante-Sir Glass."

Sir Glass smiled bright enough to make any Charming prince proud. "I really like you too, Ari-Sir Neptune."

(Meanwhile...)

"...and now there they are, finally dancing together! Oh, est-ce pas romantique, Prism?" (Oh, isn't it romantic, Prism?)

Rose had just finished regaling her rainbow-colored friend with the story of Sir Neptune and Sir Glass, explaining the whirlwind way that they had finally gotten to dance together.