(no song this time)
Dance #2.5 : Lady Belle Rose (@Kristi) ~ongoing~
Orpheus a stood, snagging another glass of champagne from a servant and quickly finishing it off as he awaited Belle’s response.
How many had he drank? He’d lost count.
[color= #7851a9] “You do not wish for me to step on your feet on purpose do you?” [/color] Belle’s voice came as a nearly sultry whisper, striking Orpheus’ nerves on edge.
A slight chill ran up his spine, and for the first time, he found himself drawn to her.
[color= #BC0057] “Was that…a joke…Miss Belle?” [/color] Orpheus’ smirk spread widely as he glanced down at her. She had not been one for such intimate displays, yet here they stood, standing as close as they had ever been, sharing teases and eye rolls under the dim light of the chandeliers above.
There was a gentle smile on her face, that stopped short on her cheeks. It was one of the first he had gleaned from her expression. She seemed almost pleased with herself for her retorts.
[color= #7851a9] “I’m everything but little, and why do you always require something in return? Can’t you just be a gentleman?” [/color] Belle asked, [color= #7851a9] “It would be a scandal…” [/color] As her voice trailed, Orpheus felt a sort of exhilarating push in his chest, expelling any nerves he felt from his former interactions.
Lady Belle Rose Fleur.
Belle, the anchor to his mind.
Belle Rose, the little flower.
Whatever her purpose, or her name, she was simply someone Orpheus, in this moment, was most grateful for.
[color= #BC0057] “I am as much of a gentleman as you are little.” [/color] Orpheus raised his hand to the top of his own head and slid it down in front of Belle’s vision as to exaggerate the range. There was a significant enough height difference to presume his point. To him, she was, in fact, little.
[color= #7851a9] “I’m not that curious… I, Fine” [/color] Belle gave in, a breathy sigh accompanying her words as Orpheus giddily pulled her back toward the floor.
Orpheus’ laughter was resounding and hearty, expelling from his chest slightly too loud for social norm.
Orpheus took his bow, readying himself for the next dance.
Feeling the rush of fresh alcohol in his blood, his steps felt lighter, his breathing came easier, and Belle looked more beautiful with each glass.
[color= #BC0057] “Now, you may ask away, little flower. One question at a time. For, my feet, although agile and in time, do not speak for my mind, which lingers in the bubbles of the Queen’s ample champagne.” [/color] Orpheus chuckled, pulling Belle along again in perfect step.
There was an ease to conversing and twirling around the dance floor with her that he had not anticipated. She was, although often times exasperatingly cold, truly as lovely as her name.