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elvishgf · 3 years ago

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The Masquerade: WLW F Elf X F Elf; Moondrop Peak series (SFW for now, will change) ~ Part One

“Hurry up Jaena! Or we’ll be late!” Dove groaned. The flowers in her hair had already had to be readjusted once, and the dark circles under her eyes had to be re-powered twice now. This night was meant to be one of whimsy and the old world, and Dove could barely contain her excitement.

“Just hold on! I’m putting on the finishing touches. Just another dash of highlighter and we’re good to go!” Jaena giggled. She always had her head in the clouds, that one, dove thought to herself. Never admitted that she frequently floated up there to visit her friend for their antics herself. Dove took that moment to look around the bedroom, taking it all in before the night. The soft pillowy bedsheets with its grand canopy that help up the delicate pastel pink and purple sheets hanging over. The vines of two plants climbing its way to the tops of the canopy bed in an image that would be best described as ethereal. The afternoon sun shone through the grand windows of her large apartment, which overlooked the winding river that bordered the downtown of Moondrop Peak, her hometown.

The town was strung with fairy lights along the riverwalk’s trees, illuminating the mixture of cobblestone and brick as the sunset, the pink and purple cotton candy sky perfectly matching her own bedroom. As she waited for Jaena’s finishing touches, she folded her arms together and glanced down at the couples strolling together. They were no doubt, on their way to dinner parties and candle-lit evenings spent together on this romantic evening, some of them were maybe going to be heading to the grand annual Moondrop Masquerade Ball, hosted by the wealthy Erevin family. An old-money rich Elvish family which had funded local charities, been community leaders and officials, and of course hosted parties, functions, and tonight, balls. Dove was thoroughly acquainted with the influential family, as hers had often moved in the same circles.

“Can you dust my ears with the highlighter please? I want them to sparkle!” Jaena Erevin smiled dazzlingly back at her as she was perched at the window seat, surrounded in fluffy pillows and blankets.

“As long as you do mine next!” she laughed as she got up, taking the brush swiftly from her friends finger tips, and applying the white highliter to her friends light purple, pointed ears. When she was done, she took a step back, and almost held her breath at how stunning her friend looked. Her gown was an off-white that draped around her lilac shoulders, which she noted had also been touched by the highlighter. Small flowers, a mixture of babys breath and wildflowers, were interwoven into her long, hip-length hair that had braids throughout. She was smiling up at Dove, her eyes sparkling with excitement for the night. They had practically stayed up all night the night before, giggling about prince charming and kisses and how the right one would make your leg pop just like in their favorite childhood movie “The Elvish Diaries”.

Her eyes held the same excitement as they did the night before. They were a woodsy green, brighter near the pupil, and exceedingly beautiful. Dove had also admired her friends beauty, had always loved watching her as she did her makeup, braided her hair, laughed at movies, sung her heart out to their favorite pop songs. Dove had always thought she just admired her friend, as most friends would. Admired her beauty, her quirkiness, the way Jaena’s mother would scold her for unladylike behavior, and she would peep a sideways glance at you, like the two of you were partners in crime. Dove realized then that she had said something.

Dove snapped herself out of her stupor.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I spaced out a little” She said with an embarrassed smile.

“I saaaaid, how do I look, huh??”

“You look gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. Amaz-” Dove was tackled into the pillowy bed, pillows flying every which way. “ETHEREAL, ANGELI-” she was cut off with a pillow to the face.

“Hey! My friend spent quite a while on this makeup you know!” She giggled as Jaena mercilessly tickled her. “You a such a little shit” Jaena exclaimed, tickling her further.

“Well now you’ve definitely messed up the look, can you reapply it for me?” Dove looked up at her friend above her, fingers hovering over Dove’s waist. Dove could have sworn for the second before Jaena launched herself off of Dove, that the gaze in her eyes had changed. But soon enough, Jaena was pulling out the seat to Dove’s Vanity, patting the backing of the chair like an expert.

Jaena let Dove take a seat, then moved in front of her, hiked up her dress, and got down on her knees to reapply the powder beneath Doves eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and the mascara on her eyes. Jaena noticed as she was finishing the the lipstick had been seemingly smudged in the kerfuffle. Jaena searched for the exact shade among the sea of makeup that was recklessly abandoned all over the desk of the vanity, until she found it. She turned around, and made brief eye contact with Dove before carefully applying it to Doves pillowy lips. Dove had opened her mouth just a little to ease the process, and had noticed her heart rate elevate at her friend’s closeness.

Why do I feel like this? She’s my friend, for years, hell since grade school. You need to stop being so fucking weird around her or she’ll pick up on it and never want to talk to you again.

Dove pushed her thoughts of leaning forward away as Jaena Rose and examined her work, smiling and saying “All done, gorgeous, you look great!” as she moved away to find her shoes for the evening stashed away somewhere.

Dove and Jaena had been friends for almost all of their lives. Jaena’s family were the most powerful Elvish family in the town, and Dove’s family were not much farther behind. They had attended the same lone private academy in the town, Cape Cottage Academy, and were practically inseparable since 3rd grade, when Dove’s family moved to town. Their money didn’t run from as many generations, and so Dove’s parents had to work extra hard to be accepted into the tight-knit Elvish community of this town.

Janea had never hesitated to be Dove’s friend. Her first day at the new academy, she sat alone in the courtyard eating her lunch, when a quirky little girl sat next to her and spoke about how cool she found all of the different shapes of leafs to be. From there on out, they were best friends. There was never any question or doubt, Janea and Dove were suddenly never apart.

Dove turned around, motioning at her zipper. “Would you mind?”

Janea slowly zipped it up. Dove could feel her eyes on her own light pink skin as the zipper came to a close. Dove breathed a sigh of relief. She had a larger, curvier build than that of her friend, and past zippers had been less... cooperative. Her dress had puffed sleeves and a heart shaped corset, that flowed into her large ball gown, all colored a light baby blue with stars and sparkles dancing across it. As Dove found her heels, she and her friend walked out of her apartment door, giggling to each other as they approached the bannister that led down into the lobby. They both slipped on the masks over their eyes, not concealing much, but adding an air of mystery nonetheless. They stepped out into the cool spring night, and Dove stopped to take a deep breath, savoring it, before opening her eyes. She squeaked in surprise at what was in front of her.

“Janea, what. The. Fuck!”

“It’s a horse drawn carriage!! I wanted to make our entrance to the party as spectacular as possible. That may have been why I asked to get ready at your place...”

Dove just laughed, amused by the flair for the dramatic her friend possessed. They climbed aboard the antique, and set about for a few blocks east towards the Grand Erevin Mansion.

Dove and Janea looked up as they climbed the last couple of stairs, to watch as two butlers, dressed distinctly in 18th century garb, slowly and dramatically opened the door into the Erevin’s home (the flair for the dramatic seemed to run in the family). Their mouths formed small O’s as the brightness from within illuminated their faces. They were struck with how the crystal chandeliers looked dazzling in the perfect mixture of bright lighting and candles. Fresh flowers adorned the walls, the staircases, and the doorways, leaving the girls feeling spirited away. The ball had barely begun, but there were already couples seemingly floating on the dance floor.

“My parents hired a few couples of professional dancers to make it look more impressive, which I’m starting to think was a good idea” Janea giggled, as they spotted a couple of people glancing around at the couples beside them; no doubt wondering how the hell they were able to keep such perfect time. The both of them stood straight at the top of the staircase that led down into the ballroom, which looked like a scene out of time, Dove thought. The archways and gorgeous decorative wallpaper made the space so... enchanting. In their modern times of the 21st century, it was rare to find an appreciation for the extravagance for old, instead of the bleak “modernism” of their time that plagued so many upper class homes.

They began their descent, watching as more than a few stopped what they were doing to look at the pair. Neither of them would ever say it, but they loved the attention that followed them when they walked into a room. They were both gorgeous girls, and they knew that. Dove never paid much mind to the hushed comments on the size of her large hips and bust, her beauty was determined by no one other than her. Arms interwoven with Janea’s, she looked over to admire the look on her face, and the hint of the blush crawling to her cheeks.

“Girls! The most beautiful belles of the ball! Welcome my loves!” Mrs. Erevin touched a hand to both girls cheeked, and they curtsied, as was traditional at balls such as these.

“Thank you so much for hosting this incredible ball again, Mrs. Erevin” Dove demurely smiled.

“It’s Gladyris! You know this!”

“Of course, Mrs. Erevin.” Gladyris lightly slapped Dove’s hand, chuckling.

“We were just going to check out the food.” Janea sneaked a sideways glance at her friend, her conspirator.

“Just don’t get anything on your lovely dresses, girls.” Mrs. Erevin narrowed her eyes, but it was softened by her small smile. As hard as she could be on the now young women, (both now nineteen, she thought with bemusement) it made her heart a little lighter to see them run off together, laughing and holding each others hands.

There were little finger sandwiches, mini pickles on sticks, cupcakes, truffles, crackers and expensive cheese, wine and punch and all that you could ever dream of on the long collection of tables. The girls eagerly picked their favorites to try first, the cucumber sandwiches and mini pies and cupcakes were the priority.

“Try this!” Janea stuffed a soft looking cheese along with a cracker (and a strange looking fruit Dove had never seen before) into her mouth before she could protest. At once, Dove made an indignant noise, but that was slowly droned out by the small moan as the flavors burst in her mouth, melding together in such a beautiful orchestra of flavors. “Oh my fucking goddess, what was that??” Doves said, slowly swallowing, trying to savor the flavors.

“Cactus apple” Janea lifted her hand and swiped away at the corner of her mouth, wiping away the juice that had escaped. Her finger lingered, just for a fraction of a second too long, then she looked away before Dove even had the time to process it.

“Look at all the diversity with these couples! Isn’t it incredible?” She said quickly, admiring a demon and human swaying together, looking deep into each others eyes. An orc spun a Fairy around, her wings glittering in the lights and reflecting hues of blues and greens back onto the high ceiling. A satyr woman was being led by Jinn, his fiery eyes entranced by hers.

The town of Moondrop Peak usually attracted a somewhat limited lot, fairy's, elves, satyrs, and mermaids (due to the beach on the east side of town). But times were beginning to change, and more and more were attracted the the beauty of the small town, and it’s convenience of being 35 minutes outside of Starlight City. Tonight, that was amplified, as the ball was open to all indiscriminately (as long as you met the strict dress code) no invitation required. People came from two, four towns over just to experience the magic of the night, and the Erevin family were more than happy to comply.

“It is, I can’t believe how far we’ve come since the wars. I love it.” Dove walked with her over to a seat where they could enjoy their snacks, admiring the guests. The dresses varied in aesthetic but complied in the color scheme as set by the family’s dress code to the event. The wars had ripped apart many family's, and hurt many people and cultures. Dove didn't like to think too long on it, and she counted herself privileged to have not have been born in the same lifetime in which it happened. It was over 100 years ago, but for many (especially the fae and their tendency to live for who knows how long) it was still fresh wounds. You never would’ve guessed judging the the energy in the ballroom, one of excitement and quick jigs, where people laughed and kissed and twirled to their hearts content.

Well, almost.

Dove looked over at Janea, who was still observing the crowds with wonder. She almost dared to think, if there would come a time where the same acceptance could be applied to those she found beauty in. Her heart sped up at the thought, overwhelming her. She had no idea what to do with this mess of feelings she felt blooming in her chest. She didn’t know where to even start untangling why her heart was beating so quickly, why her hands would start to shake, why words failed where they had always been so easy. Deep down, though, she knew she would never say a word. She couldn’t. And while she loved this ball, it represented every single reason as to why she couldn’t.

“Janea! Can you put down some food long enough to be introduced to this young gentleman? This is Grant Geiune" Mrs. Erevin smiled.

“May I have this dance, Ms. Erevin?”

Fuck.

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