#but i’m using non-aida fabric so that will be terrifying

[rowanthestrange]

ok ok so @icantleave told me that if i wanted to try beading, i should find a pattern online and pick something easy.

which i think you all know is not going to happen cus if i’m going to make something it might as well go hard real hard

so if the design i came up with took me most of yesterday to create digitally, how much will i want to die by the end of day 1?

[purplexflamingo]

 Music flourished the rather large ballroom. The violins always sounded like sweet heaven to her. Ever since she learned how to create such beautiful music herself. Alessandro, her husband, had fled the scene for business matters. She was the wife, she had no part in it. While that was frustrating, she’d rather be here instead. Aida bit her bottom lip resuming to watch the pretty maidens be asked to dance by well dressed gentlemen. How she longed for such attention and never in her days received. Never getting the chance. For suitors that is...At the time many were intimidated by her appearance- a genetic error some would say, she glistened under the lights. She was albino.

It was too much to bare. 

 Scanning the circle of people, watching the youthful ladies’ faces light up, blush, and accept the arrangements before being pulled to the center floor. In the midst of observations she witnessed an individual or two gazing her way. A male with dark hues, dark locks to match, dressed ever so elegantly for the occasion. Like a lord. There was even a broach visible under his collar, she wondered if he were someone of importance. Next to to sneering was another fair skinned male, but he was blonde, he looked very young, and too carried a broach. The eye contact left her stiff, but she couldn’t break away. A couple twirled and obstructed her view, desperately she leaned side to side to see if the pair were still there. By the time the couple moved they were both gone.

Pinching some of the fabric on her dress, defeated she stood there. The young maiden beside her was chosen next by some male. Giggles ensued on her end as she properly carried onward. 

“ May I have this dance?” 

 A hand appeared in front of Aida’s face, her light blue hues widened. Shifting to see who so kindly asked. It was him, the man from before. Noticing right off the bat he was so pale, much like herself. Nor was he intimidated by her features. 

“ I’d love too, yes.” 

 Parting painted lips, her faint accent traveled through. For a moment his expression climbed, looking much more pleased than previously. Placing her hand lightly in his, while he began to cup them with both. Leading her towards the ballroom floor. Readjusting to cradling her right hand and resting his other on lower back. Thus guiding her in the waltz. Aida was still new to the act of dance, but adored every bit of it.

“ Perhaps, I could get your name, sir?”

 The mysterious man let out a small chuckle at her inquiry. Blinking, she wondered if she shouldn’t have asked, or asked entirely wrong. Now she found herself gazing at the broach. The red gem flashing, it was beautiful.

“ My name is Aro....”

Awaiting a surname to follow or a title of some sort, no he was just as mysterious as before. Meeting his gazes she followed to respond the same way,no title, no surname.

“ A pleasure to meet you...I am Aida.”

 Chipper, he spoke in what sounded like Italian, a language still foreign.  Though she was capable of understanding the sounds. Not knowing exactly what he was saying. Which spiked a bit of anxious behaviors on her behalf. He mouthed her name, clicking his tongue.

“ You, your accent. It’s faint, where are you from?”

 Taken back by the turn of conversation, as they swayed. They carried on their hushed conversation. Swallowing hard she began to express. Hesitant to bring up her marriage, as she looked at it as not one at all. But merely being forced to endure the title of wife. 

“ Russia, though I was sold to a man years ago,and brought here. Very young.”

 One last spin they parted upon the song change and he motioned her to the balcony. Subconsciously she followed and didn’t think twice about it. Feeling enchanted, he radiated with alluring charm. The urges to caress his skin was there, even though she didn’t understand why she wanted to. Never wanting to do so to anyone in the past.

 He stopped before the railing, peering up at the full moon. The moon caused him to sort of glow, sparkle even. Inches behind him, she wondered what he was currently pondering about. Knowing nothing of this man.

“ It’s simply enthralling out here, peaceful, serene---.....Ah!!”

 Turning on his heel, she was closer than expected. Wincing slightly at the increased volume. Hands rose to her chest. 

“ Give me your hands, tesoro.” 

 Looking down at her hands, she rose a quizzical brow before giving into what he was asking. Cupping them like he did before. Grinning ear to ear as he inhaled. Taking note on his red eyes now, which were alarming. She was unable to move. Her breath caught in her throat. 

“ I see now..... I see....Alessandro. He is one you’re not too fond of. Your chosen husband. You’ve quite the skills to deprive yourself of emotion. A escape mechanism-- Capable of making yourself.....numb....unaware. You are....greatly unhappy.”

 Aida almost wanted to pull herself away. She mentioned nothing of the sort on her husband or her feelings. Panicking internally, she looked at him a bit terrified. Causing him to soothe. As her new thoughts bombarded the ones he was currently reading.

“ Relax, amore. I’m merely finished.”

 He was honest with his words and let go. Stumbling back she was still very confused on what had happened and how he come to learn about him. Tsking he was well aware of how befuddled she was, as he didn’t seem to explain before hand. Which could’ve altered his permission. 

“ How did you??”

 Cocking his head to the side, he blessed her with a smile. Knowing that was going to be something she was going to ask of him. By now she seemed to be catching on to how un-human he appeared.

“ I have a certain gift, a telepathic one, through touch. As you yourself, granted such a gift....different of mine....valuable, useful...yes.”

What was he?? She couldn’t bring herself to ask him..not now. Raising  a hand, palm facing him. Silence ensued. Aro generally picked up on what she was attempting to do as he placed his palm against hers. Closing his eyes momentarily. 

“ You’re wondering what I am...How I was able to know what I spoke of. Who am I? But you won’t speak it- you won’t dare too. As if I were to punish you for speaking out of turn?”

 It was true, he relayed every thought she currently had right to her. Staring at the ground, she couldn’t bring herself to look at those red pupils. Answering her questions, whether it be risky or not, no one would believe her.

“ non aver paura, tesoro...I am no human, I once was...I am but a creature of the night.”

 His hand moved to gentle glide fingers across the side of her face, push light locks back behind her shoulder. It was very chilling. Soon something catch his attention, looking back, below the balcony two males awaited him.

“ Aro it’s time for us to take our leave.”

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“ Ah! I must take my leave---- addio til we meet again.”

  Ending their moment, claiming her hand once more to peck the top of it. For a moment, he took in her scent almost driving him wild. That familiar hint of red darkened. His expression weary for a split second, but he vanished- gone like the wind.