Post by bri on Dec 19, 2011 21:53:38 GMT -5
The ballroom was a magnificent sight to behold in it's early days. When Evelyn had been alive lavish balls, and masquerades were held in honor of Kings , Queens, or any other high noble. In fact Princess' Quinn's birthday's were always celebrated with a ball. Every birthday until her death, she had been gifted with a giant ball, in which Princes fawned at her feet, and Princess' wished they were her. The crystal chandelier had hung high in the air anchored by the gold chains attached to the ceiling. Stain glass windows made dancing shadows of color alight on the floor. A stair case led into the room from an upper floor, it had been used for the Royal's grand entrances. The marble floor shined with the reflected light, silver and white swirls mixed in a beautiful pattern. And the ceiling it's self was beautiful, paintings of golden angels with musical instruments sitting on top a cloud, watching over the ball members as they danced and enjoyed themselves.
And while now where it was still beautiful, imperfection's could be found. Cracks in the marble edged out from the wall, creeping slowly toward each other. A few of the crystals from the giant chandelier had toppled over and crashed on to the floor. Shards broke apart to scatter across the floor. Paint peeled from the ceiling , leaving the Angels looking like they had tear marks.
Evelyn looked upon the ballroom with nostalgic eyes, she missed the days where people gathered together to dance and enjoy themselves. She could see vividly her last ball gown. The long silver dress had fit her perfectly. Perls had been woven into the bodice of the dress. It looked from an older time, but that was what gave it beauty. Her long blond hair had been pulled up in a beautiful twisting bun with a tiara resting upon the crown of her head. Diamonds laid upon her neck, ears , and wrists, looking as natural as if she was born with them on. Crystal shoes graced her dainty feet and made her look like a fairy from another world.
She let out a little sigh at the memory that floated through her mind. She wondered around the ballroom with a smile on her pale face. Occasionally she would spin as if she had a dancing partner. She walked to the center of the room, her White and black polka dotted dress swaying as she twirled and held her hands out in a formal position. She had a smile on her face and she let out a soft giggle before pretending to dance with her imaginary partner.
She wished that she had someone to dance with her. She missed that about being living, having people actually want to be around her. Though one good thing about being dead, there was no one to step on your toes. She laughed at the thought and twirled around the room with her eyes closed and her imaginary partner never missing a beat.
And while now where it was still beautiful, imperfection's could be found. Cracks in the marble edged out from the wall, creeping slowly toward each other. A few of the crystals from the giant chandelier had toppled over and crashed on to the floor. Shards broke apart to scatter across the floor. Paint peeled from the ceiling , leaving the Angels looking like they had tear marks.
Evelyn looked upon the ballroom with nostalgic eyes, she missed the days where people gathered together to dance and enjoy themselves. She could see vividly her last ball gown. The long silver dress had fit her perfectly. Perls had been woven into the bodice of the dress. It looked from an older time, but that was what gave it beauty. Her long blond hair had been pulled up in a beautiful twisting bun with a tiara resting upon the crown of her head. Diamonds laid upon her neck, ears , and wrists, looking as natural as if she was born with them on. Crystal shoes graced her dainty feet and made her look like a fairy from another world.
She let out a little sigh at the memory that floated through her mind. She wondered around the ballroom with a smile on her pale face. Occasionally she would spin as if she had a dancing partner. She walked to the center of the room, her White and black polka dotted dress swaying as she twirled and held her hands out in a formal position. She had a smile on her face and she let out a soft giggle before pretending to dance with her imaginary partner.
She wished that she had someone to dance with her. She missed that about being living, having people actually want to be around her. Though one good thing about being dead, there was no one to step on your toes. She laughed at the thought and twirled around the room with her eyes closed and her imaginary partner never missing a beat.
