[002] Phantomhive Christmas Party! [Open]

[blackmoeblobs]

[Through the large double doors of this fine musebox, there was a grand ballroom. It was beautiful, with it's white and gold floors and above them lies a crystal chandelier. On the railings of the second floor, which anyone can go up to have a drink of the finest wine and alcohol you can ever imagined, there was garlands that are covered in red

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*overuses this icon for the next two days*

[drinkitlovelife]

Miru?

[doofus_sitar]

*Demyx stands inside the ballroom in a dark navy blue suit, with his hands folded in front of himself neatly. His blue eyes glance around at all the pretty decorations and everyone else in the room and shifts his weight on his feet. He readjusts his tie and stands by the wall, like in those highschool movies where the girls wait for the guy to ask him to dance-- wait a minute...

He watches though, smiling sheepishly to whoever caught sight of him.*

/throws someone cute at Demyx

[lolitation]

[Going around to make sure everyone is having a good time, Elizabeth is wearing a pretty white and red dress with a small matching hat. As this is Christmas, everyone should be enjoying themselves! Until he found someone alone, which she dashed up to him.]

Hello! How come you are alone? Are you waiting for someone?

HOMG IT'S ALIVE. REPLIES LATER.

[gazeintothesun]

[There is nothing remarkable about this man except the warmth of his eyes.

Or perhaps there is something else too, the way his smile curves on such a precise arc it cannot be anything other than deliberate, how his bearing skims the barriers hemming in caution and restraint and some darker emotion. Like windows holding in night, and more than night: Sousuke Aizen is a man on the verge of stepping away from opaqueness and towards the razors of clarity.

Then again, maybe not.

He is in black, the lines of his suit crisp and sharp, detailing stark and minimal. The only color is in the tie he wears, a burst of rich red silk curling like blood over the white expanse of his shirt.]

[bloodychainsaw]

"Well, look who made it~?"

[With his hair pulled up into a bun, with a holly hairclip, along with wearing a dashing red dress, Grell would probably get yelled at by William. But, the headspace voted for the dress, so he just has to deal with it.]

[gazeintothesun]

Grell.

[Maybe a year ago the greeting would be more formal, but as it is Aizen only arches an eyebrow, the smile deepening. Filtering up to his eyes, the greeting in it: more than a hello, something colder, more conscious. Acknowledgment.

Then again it could just be the light reflecting off his glasses.]

I wouldn't have wanted to miss it.