PROM: Dancing Together

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa Bellefonte looked at herself one last time in the mirror. Her sister's face stared back at her, at least, that's what Elsa saw. Maybe it was the hair: Elsa had let hers curl fully tonight. She'd certainly styled it up into an elaborate style: a few curls tied up while the rest falling around her shoulders in a seemingly random but actually controlled fashion. It all framed a face that she knew matched another's, though she'd at least tried to get the makeup down right. Her dress had been made by her match's hands, and it fit her better than anything rightly should. The cotton fabric had been twisted into a fashionable shape by Erika's hands, the deep red color matching Elsa's skintone and coloring only too well, and doing a fair job at meeting the "Fire" requirement of the Prom. A pair of heels accented the fair amount of leg she showed, and Elsa knew it did other things.

"Well, no sense in keeping him waiting longer," she said to herself. Poor Felix had arrived on time, which showed either his usual understanding or a basic lack of understanding of how these things worked. He'd been lucky that Erika was out doing who knows what, Alexis had left to party early, Abel was distracted by something, and neither of Elsa's parents cared enough to actually meet him. Otherwise he would have gotten more than a few photos taken of him before they headed off to the prom proper.

"Elsa Bellefonte, ex-Headmistress, ice bitch of Bellefonte Academy, recovering alcoholic: two months sober, going to prom," she said, taking another deep breath. "With Felix Nicholas ..."

Yes, that was what was happening. Elsa nodded again, then headed down the stairs, though her mind had already reached out to let Felix know that she was coming and he should be ready.

{Yes, I'm well aware that we're running the other too; wanted to at least get this started before the Prom thread date wrapped up. I'm sure it'll end up lasting till school starts}

[Felix Nicholas]

Despite it's obviously more classically inspired architecture and ornate decoration, Bellefonte manor felt a little reminiscent of Felix's own home. The Nicholas household was grand, although was a far more modern construction; It also lacked the sprawling acres of greenery, due to it's placement within the heart of a city. Well, Felix's Father was quite insistant on living close to his main hub of business. It didn't exactly make Felix uncomfortable, since he'd grown up within wealth, but at the same time he'd be just as happy if he'd been raised in simple, small town house. His siblings were far more adapted to the modern rich kid way of life then he was... And deep down, Felix was hoping they would take the business mantle. Felix shook his head a moment, having been musing on these thoughts while he waited for his prom date.

Felix looked to the corsage he held in one hand, a gathering of red Amaryllis flowers, blooms that held a significance in their symbolic meaning, and the reason for Felix's choice... "Worth Beyond Beauty". He lifted his gaze back up, his eyeline catching his reflection in a large, ornate mirror mounted in the main hallway. A young man looked back at him, clad in a deep blue suit in order to try and fit in with the prom's theme, clean shaven with his usual styled hair. This time last year... It had been a very different Felix he would have seen. Not that he'd changed visually, but more so... Well, there was a distinct level of maturity to this reflection, one that came through the soul growing with experience rather then time. The Felix then would almost not have recognised the one stood here now... He looked far healthier. The radio host smiled at himself, before an all too familier touch graced his mind, letting the young man know that she was ready. Felix left his reflection, making his way to stand at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze fixed on the landing as he waited patiently with an impatient heart.

Elsa Bellefonte... In a dress which hugged her form so perfectly it was surely made of liquid scarlet, emerged and stood at the top of the stairs. Felix could do nothing for a moment but blink at her, his expression softening as he could almost swear his heart must surely have been struck still; She was... Stunning. But then, she always was, from her defined features to the cool, confident gaze of her eyes... But it was also far, far more then her physical attributes... She was stunning simply by being who she was, and her recovery had enhanced, for Felix, the aura of collected strength she embodied. He averted his eyeline downward, smiling softly before looking back up at her, his expression as well as his thoughts showcasing the awe and admiration he held for the young woman, and how truly, truly beautiful he felt she was.
"... You look... Perfect," He spoke, his words warm, as he offered a hand out to her to help her down the last few steps.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"That," Elsa said as she walked over to Felix, moving to lean up and give him a slight kiss before taking his arm, 'was uninspired. You need new material," though her words had the undercurrent of warmth to them, as did the touch as she slid it through. Inwardly Elsa was definitely thanking Erika for the work with the dress and making a note to tell her sister about Felix's reaction later. You really couldn't hope for something like that.

In the present though, Elsa was giving her date's arm a squeeze. "well," she said, looking up at him,' this is the part where you escort me to the car," she leaned over, 'and hurry: I think at least one of the help has been ordered by my parents to take a picture. I think my mother's not certain you exist." she pulled back with a mischievous smile, one that further heightened the similarities between her and her sister.

And Elsa was already hurrying toward the door, hoping to avoid at least a few of the difficulties and get to the enjoyable part of the evening.