#foldover skirts | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

corralinesage · 1 month ago

Text

Learning you by heart (3/?)

Happy Saturday!!

Chapter 3: Light as a feather

You looked at yourself in the mirror, tilting your head as you analyzed yourself from head to toe. Your outfit was simple but classy. It looked good. You had nicely fitting trousers on and a plain but neat top. You squinted at the reflection. You came off as boring. You didn’t look good enough, just average. You yanked off your shirt, staring at your half-naked body in the mirror, your gaze focusing on the way your bra supported your breasts. You needed more cleavage. A different bra. She would- No, you could not let yourself think like that. It wasn’t a date, just dinner. Yet you could not deny the giddiness that you felt when you went back to your closet to find a more revealing shirt and a more flattering bra for you to wear, hoping somewhere in the back of your mind that she was going to appreciate the effort you were putting into your appearance. You returned to the mirror after yanking on your change of clothing. The shirt had long sleeves so that you wouldn’t freeze to death with the low v-neckline that gave your breasts a chance to shine, at least a little bit. You didn’t want to give everything away on the first date- not date… The first non-date with Natasha.

You moved on to your makeup, carefully enhancing your appearance to make sure you looked nice. No other reason, just to look nice and presentable. You even styled your hair as a final touch to complete your look, unable to deny the fact that you had just spent nearly two hours getting ready for a casual dinner with a woman you had met less than a week ago. You stared at yourself in the mirror again, scrunching your face in disgust when you realized how obsessive you were being over your appearance. How unfeminist of you. A frustrated groan left you as you pressed your hand over your reflection in the mirror, cursing yourself for being so affected by the mere thought of her. It was way too early to be feeling any type of way toward Natasha. Way, way too early, yet you skipped to the door like a complete fool to put on your coat and leave the house.

The restaurant of your choice was The Nines. You had been there on few occasions with a few of your cast members, and it had been the first place to pop into your mind when Natasha had agreed to your offer to go for dinner. The place screamed elegance, high-class, and NYC. It was an absolute dream, and a perfect location for a comfortably spent evening together. You were using your one day off that week on a dinner with her, so you were certainly not going to skimp out on the opportunity to spoil both yourself and Natasha. You met up at the restaurant, going inside together so that you could get to your reserved table at the same time.

You took off your outerwear and left it at the coat rack, your heart nearly falling between your legs at the sight of her. She was dressed in a gorgeous dark red knitwear set that somehow suited her incredibly well. The off the shoulder sweater was loose in a relaxed manner, the foldover neckline presenting her sculpted shoulders and collarbones rather perfectly. She was strong. You needed merely a single glance at her to determine that, her lean shoulders stealing your attention with ease. Her bottom half was donning a matching maxi skirt that hugged her hips perfectly, the outfit paired with simple silver earrings, a few thin rings, and a small black purse. You couldn’t help but to stare. She fit into the restaurant perfectly, her elegant, yet sufficiently casual appearance complementing the red and gold interior of the restaurant. Her auburn locks had been swept back into a ponytail at the back of her head to let her neck and shoulders shine.

“You look beautiful, gorgeous.” It might have been slightly weird for you to compliment her so openly, but hell, what did you care? You were speaking the truth, but you did want to soften the blow a little by directing more attention to what she was wearing to avoid coming off too strong. “The color suits you so well. Where did you get this? Is it a dress or a skirt?” Somehow asking for those specific details made your comment friendlier. Natasha smiled brightly.

“Thank you”, she hummed, pursing her lips slightly to hide just how much she liked that her efforts had gained your attention. She had based her outfit specifically off your weak spots after all. “It’s a set.” She lifted the loose fabric of her sweater up, just enough to flash you the lines of her abdominal muscles that brought an instant heat to your cheeks. She seemed excited to share that little secret with you; anyone else would have thought it to be a dress.

“It looks amazing on you.” Her smile widened against her own will.

“Almost as amazing as you tonight”, she countered, her eyes trailing down your figure as you sat down to your reserved table for two. The atmosphere was beyond comforting. It made you want to curl up and close your eyes so you could properly take in the live piano music that played Christmas themed music, the low lighting of the dining hall tying together all the different elements that made the place so elegant and cozy. You could hear quiet chatter, glasses and cutlery clinking, the bartender shaking up drinks at the bar. The decor was nothing short of old Hollywood, the deep, rich red of the curtains, the golden yellow lighting, and dark wood begging you to spend less time staring at Natasha who looked like she had been made for the place.

“What do you want for drinks?” You asked her after getting over the rush of excitement you felt. Natasha was already eyeing the seasonal cocktails.

“I was thinking of having a snickerdoodle martini. It sounds interesting”, she hummed, bringing a smile to your face. “What about you?”

“Hmm, I usually go for a White Negroni.” You received your chosen drinks and a small array of complimentary snacks before moving on to deciding what to have for dinner. You watched Natasha take a sip of her beautiful cinnamon-topped drink, your eyes focusing on the way her lips pressed over the rim as you waited for her verdict.

“Is it good?” Natasha gave you a look, licking her lips clean from the foam on top, your hand bringing your own glass to your mouth.

“It’s amazing, here.” She handed the drink to you without so much as a hint of hesitation about sharing with you. “Tastes like a cinnamon cookie”, she hummed as you received the glass. You didn’t wanna offend her by rejecting her offer, and you did actually feel a little left out because of your own very unoriginal choice of drink. You took a sip, your eyes meeting hers as she waited for your reaction.

“Wow, that’s creamy. I like it.” You chuckled softly, handing the drink back to her, her fingers stroking over your own. They were warm, the skin smooth and soft. “Do you wanna taste mine?” Her straightforwardness made you curious. You were intrigued, which naturally made you want to reciprocate. Did she share with everyone or was it just you, and what did it mean?

“Yes, of course. Thank you.” She seemed to appreciate the gesture.

“What were you thinking for main course?” You observed her alluring appearance, unable to quite get over her beauty. It seemed to demand for your attention. She took a sip of your drink, nodding in approval at the pleasant flavor before handing it back.

“You’ve got good taste.” It made you smile, maybe even blush. “The wood roasted salmon sounds delicious.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve heard good things about it.” Your eyes were stuck on the smudge of lipstick that decorated the rim of your rocks glass. One might have assumed that it was off-putting, but any thought of germs or crossing boundaries flew right out the window, replaced by a hint of giddiness over her willingness to share.

“What about you?” You had been intending to get the infamous burger, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted her to learn that you also possessed a more refined palette, deciding to match your order to hers.

“Hmm, I’ve never had the duck in plum sauce. It could be good. I think I’ll have that.”

“Perfect.” While you waited for a server to come around, you got back to talking about your lives, looking to get to know each other better.

“So, any plans for Christmas?” Natasha asked in curiosity, taking another sip of her martini. “Any friends or family around?” She wanted to see how well you matched the version of you she had once known.

“I might visit my parents, but mom will most likely be working and dad I just saw last week, so I might not bother to go to New Jersey. They live nearby anyway, and we never cared for Christmas all that much.” You shrugged your shoulders casually. “And what comes to friends, I might see if my roommate wants to do something special. She’s bigger on the holiday shenanigans.” Natasha chuckled in understanding.

“You have a roommate?”

“Yeah. We’ve been living together for two years now. She helps with rent and the company isn’t too shabby either.” You laughed quietly, your attitude toward your roommate coming off as affectionate. ��She’ll probably strap me down and make me watch sappy movies and eat her newest baking concoctions. She’s a manic baker. Owns a bread bakery in Chelsea.” Natasha gave you a knowing smirk.

“I like her style.”

“Strapping or stuffing?” You both burst into laughter.

“I’m not drunk enough to get that inappropriate yet”, she hummed in visible amusement, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“No?” Natasha shook her head.

“Maybe a few more of these and I’ll be on my way there.” She lifted the class in her hand before bringing it to her lips.

“Do you have family around here?” Natasha didn’t know. She didn’t know the answer to your question, and she suddenly grew very curious about the possibilities. Perhaps she hadn’t always meant to be an orphan.

“I’m estranged from them. All of them to be exact.” She laughed it off, just like she always had. “I didn’t have much of a childhood, and before you let my tragic backstory become irresistibly attractive, I wanna mention that it’s better this way.” You smiled softly, sympathetic to her situation.

“You don’t need a tragic backstory to be attractive.” How awfully bold of you, but it was true. Your hand reached over the table to touch her right one that rested over the tablecloth, your fingertips touching. You almost regretted your rather obvious and straightforward move, but you could no longer backtrack without making it awkward for the both of you, your hand covering briefly her own in a gesture of comfort and understanding. It made her smile.

“Wait ‘til I reveal my wounded side to you”, she hummed teasingly, giving you a subtle wink that you laughed off. “Now, there’s something for you to work on.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already itching with the need to fix you”, you mused playfully, pleased to hear the low rumble of her laughter. It was soft and melodic, the sound of it caressing your lower abdomen. She had such an energy about her, yet you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Good. Then I know where to look for a healer if I need one.” You grinned, maybe with a little too much excitement. You glanced at the drink on your table, noting that it was probably wiser to slow down.

“Do you have plans for Christmas? Or how do you like to celebrate?” Your fingers played with the sides of the rocks glass, drawing patterns into whatever condensation was left.

“I like being with someone I care about.” She looked wistful for just a moment. “And just sharing the holidays with them. I like the small, little traditions that people have… I like the atmosphere. People seem happier, lighter.” She smiled fondly. “So, I just try to soak up as much of that joy as I can.”

“Do you have any favorite traditions?” You were then interrupted by the waiters who came to take your order and ask if you wanted more to drink.

“Hmm, do you mind?” Natasha asked you as she took the seasonal cocktail menu into her hand, mindful of your attitude toward drinking.

“No, not at all. Knock yourself out, girl.” You waved your hand in dismissal, Natasha’s amused eyes moving down to the menu.

“I think I’ll have a Naughty or Nice. Mmh, it’s got maraschino”, she hummed in mild excitement, placing her order right after voicing out her dinner of choice. She was being such an embodiment of Christmas somehow that it made you feel left out. You hadn’t even looked at the seasonal cocktail menu, but you were easily influenced, especially by her. You grasped the menu into your hands, eyeing the drinks available. You couldn’t decide. There were too many options, too many liquors, and too many words, not to mention that you felt pressured to be quick since the waiter was waiting patiently beside you.

“What would you order for me?” Natasha smirked immediately. She had almost expected you to say those exact words. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Hmm, something fruity with the duck. You could have the Pear Tree Martini. That might go well with your meal.” She eyed the menu, pursing her lips as she went over the list again. “Actually, scrap that. The Sugarplum Spritz, you’ll love that one.” You eyed her in curiosity. She sounded like she actually had an idea of what you liked, but you knew that to be impossible.

“I’ll have the Sugarplum Spritz and the duck, please”, you said to the waiter. He smiled at you kindly.

“An excellent choice.” The waiter thanked you before leaving to go take your orders to the chef.

“Where were we?” Natasha asked, finishing off the remnants of her martini.

“Traditions.”

“Right. I like all the basics. Gift exchange, movies and cuddles, hot chocolate and decorating the Christmas tree. I’m not much of a cook but I like a nice Christmas dinner, maybe some easy baking, a walk outside. You know, a bit of everything.” You nodded along. It did sound really nice. You couldn’t deny that.

“Sounds lovely.” You both smiled. “Who are you spending the holidays with this year?” Natasha’s heart ached like it had crudely been ripped out of her chest.

“We’ll have to see.” It sounded like she didn’t want to admit to you that there might not even have been any options available, so you decided not to pry further, simply nodding in response.

“What’s your favorite tradition then? If you had to choose one.”

“Ah, that’s a hard one. I don’t think I can choose. It’s just the general atmosphere.”

“Humor me. Choose one”, you persisted, giving her an encouraging smile. Natasha looked at you for a moment, clearly in thought before a small, almost shy smile found her face.

“Cuddling up under a blanket in the evening with candles and Christmas lights on.” Her voice was dreamy, her gentle gaze holding your own. “The smell of gingerbread in the air, and you just feel so warm and cozy.” You felt your own features soften at the image she was painting.

“That sounds lovely.” You took a sip of your drink to cool off your blazing cheeks, or subsequently only adding fuel to the fire that was all Natasha’s doing.

“And with the right person, it’s nothing short of magical”, she whispered, the budding tension between you getting broken by your cocktails that arrived at that moment.

“Oh, I’m so excited”, you mumbled softly as you brought your glass to your lips. You had never had any kind of plum drink in your life, and somehow Natasha’s involvement in the choice made it that much more exciting. You took a small sip, your eyes widening slightly from the flavor experience.

“Is it good?” Natasha had a bright grin on her face.

“Yeah. Your choice was spot on.” Your smile only widened. “It’s exactly what I like.” You handed the drink rather automatically to Natasha who had just taken a sip of her own. She offered her cocktail to you just the same. You quite liked how casual it was. You had yet to learn just how much you were going to like it once they brought your dinner to the table. She had such an effortless ability to make you feel seen and included as she offered you forkfuls of her food to try. She seemed to genuinely want you to be a part of her own experience without any pressure for you to reciprocate. It came off as authentic and unapologetic.

You returned home that night with your mind floating somewhere far away from your buzzing body. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, going over the most unimportant details of the night as you shut the cab door and stepped out into the crisp air. You took a deep breath, feeling so whole from the interaction you had had with her. The entire night had been so comfortable and casual. You let out a long exhale, tilting your head up into the sky to look at the stars as the car behind you revved its engine and was on its way to another destination. Your chest felt full, full of what, you couldn’t tell. You were perhaps slightly tipsy, your physical being feeling lighter than a feather. You felt warm and satisfied. Your stomach was full of delicious food, and you had a comfortable, soft bed waiting for you inside, not to mention the fact that you already had another little date arranged.

26 notes · View notes

mists-reading-nook · 2 years ago

Note

[Celestial Ball!]

{Platonic}

{Good old Undertale and Deltarune spoilers and caps warning}

---------------

A young lady, enters the Ball, her skin and hair the same bright shade of red, lacking any eyes whatsoever.

Wispy bangs were framed by the long loose hair from the front half of her head, while the rest was tied up in a mid-ponytail via a brown silk ribbon.

She wore a burgundy cotton dress. Off-shoulder and straight across. The foldover was ruffled chiffon, and bishop sleeves went all the way down to her mid calves. Below the black belt corset tied with another brown silk ribbon was a knee long flared skirt with an iron on butterscotch-cinnamon pie slice patch. One could see her knee high brown leather boots.

The center of her brown silk choker bore an obsidian heart with a white Delta Rune symbol engraved on it. "Center" is a lie actually, the choker and Rune lies at the center of her neck, yes, but the bow formed to tie the ribbon was to the side of the lady's neck.

Her final accessory was a headband of chocolate cosmos flowers, overflowing with the scent of chocolate. Or maybe it was the entire person. Either way, the flowers don't wilt the slightest during the event.

By her side was a cyan skinned knight of short dark blue hair that covered one of their bright red eyes. Above their black shirt and pants was light grey armor: A chest plate, spaulders, boots, and gloves. On the center of their chest plate, another engraving of the Delta Rune.

Around their neck was fabric, tied under one of the spaulders and covering the other. The fabric was either a dull blue which took on a magenta sheen, or a magenta fabric that look like dull blue under darkness, it's hard to tell.

[DELTA the RED SOUL] and her Plus One [Kris the Lightener Knight of Hometown and Castle Town] from the world of DELTARUNE ("I'm also from UNDERTALE!")

°•°⚪°•°

DELTA initially drags Kris around to talk with other guests. During the introductions and conversations, she hypes the two to up high hell "'Tis I! DELTA the Angel of all Delta Runic Lores! And here is my grand champion of the Legend: Kris! The Lightner Knight of Hometown and Castle Town, Human of the Three HEROES!" And that's just the beginning of how much she brags about her and Kris.

Kris let's her do all the talking most of the time, and it's almost anticlimactic what little of an impression they make compared to her.

If you eavesdrop on them, you will hear them squabble about [Nonconsensual Possession] "On both sides! My vessel got trashed by Gaster Bastard and then I got shoved into you without a way out! Remember?", and [SAVE] "Knowing you, you probably forgot to SAVE again" "Low blow! Come on let's go to a SAVE point just to be sure.", and other subjects.

At some point DELTA and Kris will agree to separate, talk to whoever they feel most comfortable with, and stare at people and the areas for extended periods of time? They will occasionally move their position, until their eyes (or location where eyes should be in the case of DELTA) flash white for a brief moment and they leave satisfied.

That my friends is called a [SCREENSHOT] and they're taking as many as they can to share with their friend after this Ball is done with!

Additionally, DELTA has been recording her entire perspective this whole time! Everyone in Castle Town and the Lightner's involved with the Dark World will get to watch the footage as well.

Though DELTA's sleeves seem like they would get in the way, they don't seem to bother her. She makes no effort to roll up her sleeves, nor grab anything she can, be it food, drinks or anything else. It seems she needs no sustenance.

Kris does however, and on top of eating, they're going to sneak in as much food as they can onto their person. Preferably foods that provide the most health or even buffs!

°•°⚪°•°

The two ultimately just want to run around, have fun, record the festivities and screenshot them to share with their friends back at home.

Yeah DELTA is annoying but she isn't here to hurt anyone, she just loves to show off her friends. Oh hey! she has pictures of all her friend from both universes and she's praising them to high hell as well to anyone who'll listen.

"And this is Prince Asriel Dreemurr, The Absolute GOD of Hyperdeath!"

But in a Ball of all sorts of deities, their plus ones, all of whom from a diverse set of universes and with a variety of personalities, some may find their childish antics and behavior irritating or worse.

When civilized conversation or play they're so used to in the Dark World (and Underground in DELTA's case) fails, and battle is the only option, the results are always the same.

It doesn't matter if they're separate or alone. They're either together, DELTA summons Kris to fight in her stead (for she herself doesn't battle), or she'll come to the center of the drama and join Kris before they start the fight.

When the knight engages in battle, the Damsel in Distress will deform in volume. Transformed into a small, bright red heart, she'll attached herself to Kris and take the lead.

In the days of yore, the [Kings] and [Queens] lead their [Knights] to victory.

The greater the strength, skill, and adaptability of their opponent, the more irritable, excited, or even bored the duo will be once the battles is won and DELTA has returned to her human form. It really depends of the enemy.

Do you know why I say won? Because DELTA can SAVE and LOAD, set back the clock and redo whatever whenever she wants. The enemy can win as many times as they want, but DELTA can close the gap of skill by LOADing again and again, learning while the enemy cannot remember. She only needs to win the battle once, SAVE, and then her and Kris's victory is the only one that matters.

DELTA and Kris even use this power to flat out change any mistakes they make or dodge scuffles altogether during the Ball. It seems battles they engage in and bother to win are ones they cannot avoid.

Oh? This a multiplayer server where progress can't be undone? This power applied to one user per World (see Flowey), ergo, DELTA's ability as what is essentially a video game player is exclusive to her. Everyone else gets reset like any other NPC. She is the [RED SOUL], and the future is in her hands.

Of course, UNDERTALE proves that this results in deja Vu and other deities may catch wind or be flat out aware of what's going on. Stronger, older beings might even be able to fight against her power or shut it down entirely.

Maybe my talk of the Angel's powers is DELTA's enthusiasm infecting ME even, maybe she isn't as overpowered as I make herself out to be.

Maybe these kids are in over their heads. Maybe when someone challenges them, Kris will collapse, defeated by the opposition, DELTA, will bring up the SAVE File and try to avoid or restart this battle, but no matter how much she tries to LOAD, it doesn't do it's magic. She'll look up, staring at the enemy in the eyes, and the Angel of No Vessel, unable to defend herself, freeze like a Darkner transforming into Stone, and under the opponent crumble into the dust of Monsters she fought for.

°•°⚪°•°

DELTA!

Stay determined. . .

THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HANDS.

DELTA

♥️

Celestial Ball

[ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR—

irefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuseirefuse—

°•°⚪°•°

These kids just want to have fun at the Ball, and this is their first time interacting with an actual Deity EVER! And there's so many from so many worlds and Plus Ones as well! Oh, and this is a Celestial Ball, DELTA just *has* to explore every nook and cranny of the place. When she does burn out on socializing, she is focusing her whole being on SCREENSHOTing, taking in the view of the area, and getting a good look for the camera.

For all her talk of being the Angel who guides the Saviors of world's to happy endings, who freed the Monster from the Underground in UNDERTALE, and help the Three HEROES of Legend seal wild Dark Fountains, she doesn't bring up the whole powers of SAVE and LOAD at all.

She's an Angel as young as a teenage human, around Kris's age (once she was around the age of Frisk, waking up on a bed of flowers). With untapped potential to become a real God compared to other well-aged Divinities, she and Kris wholly understands that they're out of their depth here.

Not everyone is benevolent, Flowey taught her that most well.

Thus the Queen and Knight must keep their greatest strengths all to themselves. never revealing them. When inquired about her power to SAVE and LOAD they'll play dumb ("THERE'S SOMEONE WITH TIME TRAVEL POWERS??? I HAVE TO FIND THEM!") and change the topic or run off to find the time traveler.

That isn't to say that DELTA's actions are a mask, she's wholly honest about her enthusiasm, spontaneous twirls that make her skirt spin, wild hand movements flapping her sleeves, and bragging. She's geniune about this. She won't even say that she takes advantage of how other would assume her a stupid and weak false god who needs to be brought down a peg to hide the full scope of her powers. She'd just say it's their fault for being so stupid and judgemental.

So all she blabbers about is the Delta Rune Legend and Prophecies, told by Time and Space, and the epic tales of these myths fruitions.

When inquired about the more bloody way of fulfilling these Prophecies and Legends—

("Making everything worse defeats the point of being an Angel dummy!")

When it comes to drama though, between DELTA's power to SAVE and LOAD, but absence of experience in interacting with other gods, who do we pity? The duo or whoever they face off against? Only Mist, our host can tell us for sure.

-----------------

{There's some terminology in the fashion of my OC's introduction, so if you don't understand what I'm saying like [bishop sleeves] for example, googling should show you what I'm talking about, sorry for any confusion 😅}

{So uh yeah, DELTA is not a god herself but instead the creation of a Divine entity or more, an Angel. Nevertheless, she has the potential to ascend to godhood. What that entails however is a mystery}

{I imagine that DELTA completed the True Pacifist route for UNDERTALE and spares everybody in DELTARUNE. Toriel saved her from dying to Flowey, poor impressionable girl, and she got real attached to her Goat Mom thanks to that. If her savior says she should be kind and SPARE enemies, why shouldn't she when the same kindness was extended to her?}

{She's also the subject of all Delta Rune prophecies, legends, etc., The Angel it speaks off. Angels cannot interact with mortal realms without a body to inhabit as they don't have their own. They're just a soul. And in DELTA's case she has to control of a human body or be placed in a vessel with assistance. She cannot remove herself from whoever she controls, she's stuck with them. Only in divine domains can she remove herself from her vessel and take on a form with her SOUL powers}

{With the Prophecy in UNDERTALE, she didn't like the 'Angel of Death' interpretation, but understood where it came from and resolved to not fulfill the Prophecy through massacre. She's not entirely sure of what the ANGEL'S HEAVEN is, it's relation to her, nor why something she somehow is connected two would be a threat to Lightner's or Darkner's. ("But Angels are meant to be the Guides of Saviors! What do you mean it's going to bring calamity? That doesn't make any sense!)"}

{Does the duo get a SAVE point in the Ball? Can they save and reload as they wish? Do they still have 3 files? Or are they denied their powers completely? At certains points of time? By who? Is the freedom and restriction of their power somewhere in-between this?}

{On one hand we can have the comedy of these two teenagers wrecking gods and their plus ones in battle, with only some attendants being any of the wiser about the discarded timelines where the *duo* got curbstomped again and again and again instead}

{On the other hand, soul crushing angst}

• • •

(DELTA stared at the SAVE menu, refusing to LOAD, this was worse than Omega Flowey. At least there others would to help her. Here everyone was relishing in her loss, and Kris suffering for it.)

(Was this the ANGEL'S HEAVEN? The overwhelming force of Angels and their creator Deities, who would bring Calamity to both the Light and Dark Worlds?)

(Ah, she really was stupid and young. She isn't an Angel of Prophecy and Legend anymore but a rock to be kicked aside while everything and everyone she loved was torn apart. There's no destiny to protect her from gods greater than her.)

( * You called for help. . . )

( * But nobody came.)

( * I'm so sorry Kris. . . everyone. . . )

( * I can't save you from HEAVEN. . .)

( * We're all going to die. . . )

c r a c k

• • •

{You have the absolute freedom to play with DELTA however you want, go ham, I wanna see the shenanigans she and Kris get up too.}

At the door,wearing a dress of sage green that faded into dust at the ends,Is Mist. She nods to the duo,speaking with a voice as soft as the wind and as sweet as honey.

"Welcome to the Celestial Ball DELTA. I hope you have a wonderful time." The lady smiles through her clear veil,eyes showing nothing but kindness. There seemed to be a save point here,right after Mist welcomed then in. One save later,and they were inside the grand hall. Two winding stairs were infront of them,decorated with vines and roses. A short lady,one with pale complextion and long hair tied into a high ponytail walked up to them,doing a curtsy when she greeted them.

"Hello there. I suppose you're here for the ball?" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke the question,looking DELTA and Kris up and down. She studied them for a moment,before nodding. "Please,follow me. I shall lead you to the main ballroom." She began to walk swiftly away,with the duo following close behind. She looks back at them slightly,before speaking. "May I get your names?" She says,high pitched voice echoing through the room.

"I am [DELTA the RED SOUL],and this is my Kight,[Kris the Lightener Knight of Hometown and Castle Town],from the world of DELTARUNE" DELTA speaks first,nodding .

"I'm also from UNDERTALE!" Kris pipes up a second later. The lady nods,coming to a large set of doors.

"Well then, welcome to the Celestial Ball." She opens the doors,and they find themselves standing at the top of a large stairway. The conversation stills,and everyone turns to look at the trio. The lady clears her voice. "I Formally introduce DELTA, the RED SOUL,and her kight, Kris. Hailing from UNDERTALE and DELTARUNE." The lady says,voice carrying throughout the large ballroom. She then bows before opening the large doors and leaving. The doors slam behind her,and conversation continues. The duo head to the floor,looking around at the ballroom. It was quite enchanting,with a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A man walks up to them,wearing a deep purple vest overtook his black button up shirt. His brown hair is tied into a ponytail,one that is a lot more voluminous then Mist's. He holds out his hand,a small smile on his face.

"I suppose you are new to the Celestial Realm? I've never seen you around before." He smiles again,this one full of teeth. DELTA shakes his hand,nodding.

"Yes,we're new. You are?" The man laughs.

"Oh yes! Silly me,I forgot to introduce myself. Geppidon,pleased to meet you." Geppidon smiles. "Tell me about yourself!"

DELTA grins. "I am DELTA,the Angel of all Delta Runic Lores! And here is my grand champion of the Legend: Kris! The Lightner Knight of Hometown and Castle Town, Human of the Three HEROES!" She's a bit loud,and some turn thier heads to stare at the group. Geppidon raises an eyebrow.

"My,that is quite the introduction! I'm sure you'll enjoy the party. I have some business to attend to,so I shall catch up with you later." Geppidon bows,before turning around and waving as he dissappears into the crowd. DELTA is eager to introduce herself to more Deities,so she flits around the ballroom,bragging about her and Kris the entire time. Soon the entire Ballroom has heard of the new young God. Some,like Geppidon,are amused. DELTA swears she can see him observing her from afar. Yet every time she makes eye contact,he moves from his spot,going to speak to some high-ranking Celestial God.

However,DELTA can tell that not everyone enjoys her antics,and she decides to stick to the pepole who seem to enjoy her company.

After a bit,she and Kris decide to speratre,with Kris making a beeline to the food table. DELTA decides to speak with Geppidon,who's standing off to the side with 2 other Deities. Geppidon waves her over,and the two turn around. One is a Goddess with a soft figure and a beautiful purple dress. One of her eyes is pitch black while the other seems to hold the entire galaxy in it's depths. The other deity looks DELTA up and down hauntingly. Geppidon smiles,waving his hand elegantly towards the Goddess.

"Erus,my younger sister." He then waves his hand towards DELTA. "Erus,this is the young new Deity everyone's been talking about,DELTA." The goddess nods,smiling.

"Why hello there DELTA. It's lovely to meet you." Her voice is much like Mist's,but it's deeper in tone. DELTA nods in response. Geppidon waves towards the other God.

"That is Helius. Helius,this is,as you know,DELTA." Helius snorts in response.

"I'm well aware. I've heard the chatter." He pauses. "DELTA,we were discussing our world's. Please,do tell me about yours." He sounds a bit condescending. DELTA shakes it off and smiles,going into a spiel about her freinds. Halfway through the story,Kris approaches and stands next to DELTA,who has begun to praise them.

About a quarter way through,Helius cuts her off. "I'm sorry,but I cannot listen to this childish babbling any longer. Young one,if you wish to be accepted into this society,you must learn to not babble on and on. Good day." He scoffs and walks away,annoyed. Geppidon shakes his head,while Erus gives them an apologetic look as she walks after the man. Geppidon sighs deeply,clearly annoyed.

"I apologize for his...disrespect. We'll have to continue this conversation later DELTA,my apologies." Geppidon gives a small,conciliatory smile as he goes off after the two deities,leaving a silent and slightly confused DELTA and Kris.

The duo decides to explore the Ballroom,getting tired of all the socializing. They flit around,taking screenshots and exploring the entire area. They find many different small details,like a room off to the side that was seemingly meant for the Deities who didn't enjoy lots of socializing. The gift table for the guests had very beautiful accessories,ranging from Masquerade masks to wing jewelry. It was quite grand,and DELTA decided to find Mist later to ask for a full tour around the palace.

However,she found that she would get a tour sooner rather then later,as Kris crumbled to the floor,heavily injured. Helius stood above her. "Did you really think your power would work on Celestial Deities? We are older and more powerful than you will ever know child." Helius spits,words dripping with distan and venom. "I knew from the moment you walked in that you were nothing but trouble. And I was right." He was about to land the final blow,when mist pushes through the crowd,trailed by two angels and the lady the duo had met at the start.

"Helius,you know much better than to pick on younger Deities." Her usual kind eyes had hardened. "Please leave the premises Helius. You are not welcome here any longer." She then turns to the lady. "Becca,please lead DELTA and Kris to the medical ward. I shall be there shortly." The lady nods,and helps Kris up. She leads them away without a word,and DELTA can hear Mist telling everyone to continue just before the doors slam behind her. Why had she challenged him? She was in way over her head from the beginning. She had almost failed everyone,just because she thought she could dupe literal Celestial Deities. What was she even thinking? She wasn't even a Deity herself.

What had she been thinking?

****

#the first perspective of the celestial ball #i wonder what other things will happen this night?#canonically the event lasts a week #with some banquets sprinkled in #♡♧The Celestial Ball♧♡#mist writes #mist events

4 notes · View notes