the Month of Harrowing - Brothers Grimm Masquerade Ball
Oct 7, 2015 23:46:56 GMT
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Post by Solanna Chat on Oct 7, 2015 23:46:56 GMT
"Ooh! Everyone is so colourful! Trés bien!" purred Anna as she danced her way through the throng of people, her little cape fluttering in the wind behind her. Sol and Anna had been at loggerheads over whether or not to attend this Harrowing Masquerade, with Anna clearly wanting to go, but Sol deciding that it wasn't their kind of place. Needless to say, the ever whining and pestering voice of the younger sister won out in the end, and so here they had come in a two for one costume of their own. Anna had chosen to be Rose-Red, and thus half of their attire was red. This was mainly because Sol always came back to their little loft home in the theatre district covered in wine, and Anna never got to wear red normally. Sol on the other side of things decided to play the role of Snow-White, and so her half of the costume was all in white. Not the Snow White of the Seven Dwarves, but rather the sister of Rose-Red.
The Brothers Grimm could be quite confusing. They had a little cape strapped to their backs, attached to a hooded capelet, a long skirt that reached just past their knees, and a suitable bodice and corset. Their feet were bare of course, and the customary bells still adorned their ankles, letting her chime away as she skipped through the crowds. Sol was keeping an eye out for trouble, whilst Anna was just enjoying the festivities and sights. It was then she caught sight of some people she recognised, or rather one costume that she just adored. "Miss Fjäril!" she cooed as she made her way over, Anna beaming at the sight of her.
"Wow! Oh wow, why didn't we think of that? That'd suit you Sol! You're always so gloomy ouch!" she winced holding her head and pouting at thin air. Her tone shifted slightly. "Apologies for that... Anna becomes a handful if given too much reign. I shall endeavour to keep her from the sweets." said the French Feline before her face shifted slightly to show Anna was back in control. "Why're older sisters always so grumpy? Anyway!" she said, clapping her hands together and looking at the assembled group. "Everyone looks fantastic! Except you." she said, pointing a lacy gloved finger at the man in the cat mask. "You are way too grumpy mon chat. It's a party! Smile! Enjoy! Make merry!" said the raven haired dancer in mock seriousness before she burst into giggles. "I'm kidding! You look trés magnifique! Except the scowl does spoil the mood a little."
The Brothers Grimm could be quite confusing. They had a little cape strapped to their backs, attached to a hooded capelet, a long skirt that reached just past their knees, and a suitable bodice and corset. Their feet were bare of course, and the customary bells still adorned their ankles, letting her chime away as she skipped through the crowds. Sol was keeping an eye out for trouble, whilst Anna was just enjoying the festivities and sights. It was then she caught sight of some people she recognised, or rather one costume that she just adored. "Miss Fjäril!" she cooed as she made her way over, Anna beaming at the sight of her.
"Wow! Oh wow, why didn't we think of that? That'd suit you Sol! You're always so gloomy ouch!" she winced holding her head and pouting at thin air. Her tone shifted slightly. "Apologies for that... Anna becomes a handful if given too much reign. I shall endeavour to keep her from the sweets." said the French Feline before her face shifted slightly to show Anna was back in control. "Why're older sisters always so grumpy? Anyway!" she said, clapping her hands together and looking at the assembled group. "Everyone looks fantastic! Except you." she said, pointing a lacy gloved finger at the man in the cat mask. "You are way too grumpy mon chat. It's a party! Smile! Enjoy! Make merry!" said the raven haired dancer in mock seriousness before she burst into giggles. "I'm kidding! You look trés magnifique! Except the scowl does spoil the mood a little."