Frances had lost count of the number of men she had danced with. She might have danced with a few more than a couple to times, those that had a beautiful deep voice or bright eyes or a handsome physique.
She admired the hall, covered in gold and silver. The barest light was needed; the precious metals took it and amplified it exponentially.
It was extremely hard to tell who was who. The quarter face masks kept them from being revealed to their partners. The Masque would end at midnight, the band would leave the cello playing alone, and the masks would come off.
Frances had personally painted her own. She had gotten dark green paint, and spent hours deciding what to paint. She didn’t want to be unimaginative and uncreative and just smear the paint over the mask. Finally, after hearing a cat yowl as it chased a frightened little pet rabbit of the Princess, she decided on drawing a cat.
“Madam Cat, there is a rumour,” the man that she currently danced with started, “about the end of these masques.”
His deep blue eyes glittered behind his mask. The white mask was painted with various blues, the darkest blues glittered. They swirled and created pretty designs over the white, a single blue dot was placed above the mouth opening.
“Is that so? Please tell me,” Frances sighed. The man seemed to confuse her bored sigh with something else. Frances watched other couples dancing around them, no one knowing who they danced with. Gliding gracefully on grey veined white marble. Beautiful dresses of scarlet, sapphire, emerald, copper, ivory and others shone next to the dark black of the men’s suits.
“It is said, that the person you reveal your face to, is meant to be your loved one forever.”
Frances laughed. It was an amusing thought, that she, a Nation, France, would be destined to remain with a human. But... hadn’t dear Joan been that?
“I’m sorry, but I will have to steal the Lady Cat from you,” Another deep voice cut in. Frances and her dancer stopped, turning to look at the newcomer. Frances smiled when she saw this man’s mask. A rabbit mask, painted in a deep gold. She stared at his green eyes, not hearing whatever farewell the other man said.
Rabbit smirked, and held out his left hand, bowing. Frances chuckled and softly gathered the soft front of her golden dress, curtsied perfectly before placing her white gloved hand in Rabbit’s.
“Sir Rabbit, will you dance with me until midnight?”
Rabbit’s smirk grew and quickened his steps.
Well, Frances thought, I can certainly keep up with you, you devil.
Frances giggled, giving an exaggerated inhale. She smirked when she saw his eyes glance down; his lips became a thin straight line, watching her glittered bosom push against the tight fabric.
“Be careful, Sir Rabbit, I might think that you look too much, and scream,” Frances laughed as the grip on her hand tightened lightly. His green eyes came up to glare, and she became certain of who it was.
“You, Lady Cat, decided perfectly on that mask. Only a fox or frog would have been better.”
The band stopped. The cello played alone.
Lady Cat and Sir Rabbit stilled. He brought her hands to his lips, kissing the soft knuckle. She blushed, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in decades. A simple gesture...
Lady Cat and Sir Rabbit took off their masks with their free hands, revealing Frances and Arthur.
simply lovely <3 something amazing about FrUK is that it hardly matters what gender either or both of them is, does it? the dynamics work perfectly in any combination.
Captcha: senate redraws. oh snap, captcha wants more fanart for this series...!
OP was really slow at finding these new fills but OMG I absolutely love you for all of them, anon! You have no idea how happy they make me ♥ And this one is just... oh god. I need more Eng/fem!Fra in my life.
theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 01:16 am (UTC)(link)-------------------
Frances had lost count of the number of men she had danced with. She might have danced with a few more than a couple to times, those that had a beautiful deep voice or bright eyes or a handsome physique.
She admired the hall, covered in gold and silver. The barest light was needed; the precious metals took it and amplified it exponentially.
It was extremely hard to tell who was who. The quarter face masks kept them from being revealed to their partners. The Masque would end at midnight, the band would leave the cello playing alone, and the masks would come off.
Frances had personally painted her own. She had gotten dark green paint, and spent hours deciding what to paint. She didn’t want to be unimaginative and uncreative and just smear the paint over the mask. Finally, after hearing a cat yowl as it chased a frightened little pet rabbit of the Princess, she decided on drawing a cat.
“Madam Cat, there is a rumour,” the man that she currently danced with started, “about the end of these masques.”
His deep blue eyes glittered behind his mask. The white mask was painted with various blues, the darkest blues glittered. They swirled and created pretty designs over the white, a single blue dot was placed above the mouth opening.
“Is that so? Please tell me,” Frances sighed. The man seemed to confuse her bored sigh with something else. Frances watched other couples dancing around them, no one knowing who they danced with. Gliding gracefully on grey veined white marble. Beautiful dresses of scarlet, sapphire, emerald, copper, ivory and others shone next to the dark black of the men’s suits.
“It is said, that the person you reveal your face to, is meant to be your loved one forever.”
Frances laughed. It was an amusing thought, that she, a Nation, France, would be destined to remain with a human. But... hadn’t dear Joan been that?
“I’m sorry, but I will have to steal the Lady Cat from you,” Another deep voice cut in. Frances and her dancer stopped, turning to look at the newcomer. Frances smiled when she saw this man’s mask. A rabbit mask, painted in a deep gold. She stared at his green eyes, not hearing whatever farewell the other man said.
Rabbit smirked, and held out his left hand, bowing. Frances chuckled and softly gathered the soft front of her golden dress, curtsied perfectly before placing her white gloved hand in Rabbit’s.
“Sir Rabbit, will you dance with me until midnight?”
Rabbit’s smirk grew and quickened his steps.
Well, Frances thought, I can certainly keep up with you, you devil.
Frances giggled, giving an exaggerated inhale. She smirked when she saw his eyes glance down; his lips became a thin straight line, watching her glittered bosom push against the tight fabric.
“Be careful, Sir Rabbit, I might think that you look too much, and scream,” Frances laughed as the grip on her hand tightened lightly. His green eyes came up to glare, and she became certain of who it was.
“You, Lady Cat, decided perfectly on that mask. Only a fox or frog would have been better.”
The band stopped. The cello played alone.
Lady Cat and Sir Rabbit stilled. He brought her hands to his lips, kissing the soft knuckle. She blushed, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in decades. A simple gesture...
Lady Cat and Sir Rabbit took off their masks with their free hands, revealing Frances and Arthur.
Frances smiled.
Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 01:55 am (UTC)(link)Masquerade is a huge kink of mine...oh god, this was...I don't even...wow....
Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-10 05:57 am (UTC)(link)pfffffffftt. teenaged approved -captcha
Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 07:12 am (UTC)(link)Captcha: senate redraws. oh snap, captcha wants more fanart for this series...!
Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-10 06:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: theme: kisses FrUK 19/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-10 05:59 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-02-09 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)And this one is just... oh god. I need more Eng/fem!Fra in my life.
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(Anonymous) 2010-02-10 06:00 am (UTC)(link)