[P] Tonight we dance
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It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

Where the heck was Coaxoch? Sebastien teetered at the edge of this confusing canvas of shifting bodies and too-bright colours. How had he gotten this way? The servant thought back over the evening, of the cup Phobos had given him. He couldn’t recall the cup ever emptying. Oh hell. Had the man simply kept refilling the liquid, and he either hadn’t noticed or cared to question it? Blackberry wine, sweet and heady in his mouth, was the likely culprit for the way he was feeling now.

Sebastien wiped at the corners of his mouth with an arm. Pale fur came away darkened with purple. The male closed his eyes and counted slowly, in an effort to return things to normal. Bodies passed him, their warmth comforting and startling in equal measure. What had previously tasted pleasant returned in waves of nausea at the back of his throat. Oh gods, not now! The hound stuffed his hands over his mouth as he gazed this way and that for an escape route.

His stomach was turning cartwheels by the time Bastien had flung himself into a bush. Out of the splendour of the lights and festivities he retched. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok. Once spent, he rolled onto his side away from the mess he’d made. Bastien tried to curse through the chattering of his teeth as his body reacted to the changes. A heartbeat passed where he considered his options. There was only one thing for it; clean up and find Coax.

He returned to the party on shaky legs but otherwise better. Pale eyes cast about for the Ulrich’s distinct coat amongst the crowd. He opened his mouth to call out, but it ached and the music had cranked up in his absence. Something was happening, as the snakes and peacocks started to form a loose gathering and he followed. As Bastien got closer, he could make out the tones of someone singing.

He recognised the accented voice before he saw her. Helena truly looked aglow with the shadows framing her form, and illuminated by light. The women's miss-matched eyes enlarged as she caught sight of her former servant. Hands grasped and pushed at Bastien, who suddenly found himself uncomfortably close to her. He squeaked as his eyes darted about. "H-Helena!"


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Salsola fell to revelry, a wedding was such an ostentatious event to celebrate. To wipe away the gripping sorrows of the past and sweep forwards with new grace, looking towards a star-bright future. A fabulous, eminent swan, she floated about the party, accepting compliments and well-wishes from those who wanted to curry her favor. She consolidated that which was hers, gathering it all into just another gleaming gemstone to hang from her collection.

Someone pressed at her to sing for them, and though she initially refused them, under the influence of glasses of wine she finally did acquiesce. The raunchy, risqué lyrics drew titters and snorts of mirth from those who understood the french language and uncomprehending but appreciative looks from those who did not.

It was one she had learned in a particularly vile bar, but it brought laughter from the usually reserved masses. The words slipped from her lips, sensuous and encouraging, suggestive.

A small scuffle and suddenly Sebastien was shoved forwards, blinking frantically in the sudden light. A voice called from the small gathered crowd, "Dance with him!"

She didn't see who had yowled out the suggestion, but she had an idea. Eyes following the crowd. Suddenly thrust into a spotlight not of her choosing, Helena appeared as calm and collected as she had done prior. If this was an idea of somehow displacing her then they sorely underestimated her ability to recover, a cat landing upon its paws.

Grasping ahold of the skirts of her dress, Helena dipped into a curtsy to the shell-shocked servant man, and held out a hand, "Well zhen, zhe crowd is wanting a show, let us not be disappointing zhem."


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It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

“Dance with him!” Someone jeered from amongst the bodies crowded round.

The mass of Luperci cried out for entertainment, and prevented their prey from escaping. Sebastien exhaled loudly and turned about to regard his dance partner. Helena elegant face didn’t betray her feelings on the matter - her eyes seemed to glitter with delight. The servant’s heart was beating like a caged bird inside his chest as he realised they had both been arranged to fail for the Kingdom’s sport.

The Arbiter accepted their request with joy, lifting her skirts and bobbing into a curtsy for him. Helena offered him her hand and prompted him to entertain the people. For a heartbeat all Sebastien could do was stand there speechless whilst he mentally collapsed. What the Hell am I gonna do? I can’t dance! This wasn’t strictly true, the boy realised as he tried to concentrate on the memory of his mother dancing. Bastien recalled the way her movements had been slow and precise - he begged forgiveness under his breath for the attempt he was about to make.

“S-sure, Arbiter.” Ok, take a breath. The hound straightened up, and bowed his head low. Slowly and with trembling hands, he accepted the red woman’s palm in his and lead her carefully in a circle. Sebastien tucked his free hand behind his back as he remembered. He jerked as a few cheers rose from the group, yet recovered with a forced smile that his uncle would be proud of. I can do this.

“This ok? I’m, err, a bit new to t-this,” Sebastien apologised, in an attempt to smooth over his awkwardness.


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Initial reservation fell away in the span of seconds. His fright, the trepidation that spilled from him as wine did from the glass of a too drunk reveler, how he cringed from the spotlight that had been turned upon them. It all showed him for what he was, merely a Serf but also a once Outsider. He had still not found his place within the thorny Kingdom. This was disappointing, and yet, Salsola had not crushed him between its great mechanisms. Not thus far. It indicated either some skill or a great heaping of luck.

Whichever it was, Sebastien Stone had not yet been drowned. Perhaps there was hope.

Fortune smiled for them, whomever it was taking up the next performance sung for them a slow, ebbing song. The former master and servant drew together and with some amusement she allowed him to lead her.

Learning such elegant dances had occurred to Helena early in her younger life. A beautiful child with a fiery will and precocious but demanding persona had easily charmed her way into places and events she should not have been present at. In time it had been forgotten that she was a lowly street child, Helena's appreciation of performance and natural inclination for theater had set her apart from the others who begged for scraps. The masks she wore as armor were only an extension of such carefully tailored skills.

"Oui, zhis is fine. You must learn to relax, Sébastien. We shall not eat you... not anymore." The twist to her black lips was a wry one, with his changing of masters he had been given his freedom, begged from The Boss by her mate's son. Helena had exchanged him for something better, someone inexplicably more valuable to her.

If Sebastien was awkward and self-conscious then it would be said that Helena were the exact opposite. Under the light she flourished, stealing the attention from her partner as deftly as any piece of jewelry she would snatch when its owner were not paying attention.



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