Ballroom B

In formal dress for one of the rare times that she would, the forest’s hear troubled queen looked a vision in wine red and onyx black silk, her golden tresses laid loose with the slightest curl at their ends. Her dress stopped just shy of the middle of her thighs, a rippled chiffon wrap cascading down to her calves in the back. Fingering the flute of her wine glass, she took care not to stand too long in one spot, having noted well the pattern of the tile movements and acknowledging their unreliable nature. The design was quaint and rather interesting as she saw guests do anything from glide effortlessly away from disaster to step right into its hands.

A faint smile touched on her lips as she saw a rather handsomely familiar face near fall prey to this trick, his formal figure holding on literally by a nail. Taking a sip off her champagne, the woman danced gracefully across the floor, stopping with a twirl as she rested her back against that of the man she had seen enter recently. Neither gloves nor rings adorned her, but it was clear she was spoken for as she brushed aside all requests to dance in a distant manner on her way. Only the blond near to the catering table had caught her attention thus far, a delightfully familiar face she had not seen in quite some time.

“Dear me, Luci, don’t go falling…Men like you are hard to come by,” she laughed, smiling quietly in spite of herself.

Feeling something press against his back, his attention was focused on what, or rather whom had the nerve to approach him in such a manner. As soon as he heard the woman's voice, he barked out a laugh. "It's been a while, dear Chimitsu." His eyes lit up in amusement as he turned to face his all too familiar acquaintance. A smirk curved his lips as he watched others attempt to figure the pattern of the tiles. He used one hand to push up his glasses and the other to reach out to Chimitsu. "Would you care to dance? It would also help me become more familiar with the flooring of this room."

Before other words could be exchanged, Lucifer had picked up a glass of wine. Sniffing it experimentally, he shrugged and took a sip. After testing the flavor, he finished off his drink, laughing quietly. "An exquisite taste, if I do say so myself. Not too bitter, but not sweet, either." He had placed his glass down, looking around. He then tilted his head to the side, his eyes flashing in amusement. "Now, how about we have that dance?"

“A dance? If you insist. Try to keep up dear,” she cooed, standing on her toes to brush her lips against his.

Taking his hand in hers, she led him out onto the floor, careful of the falling and shifting tiles. With the elegance that best befit her, enough to suffice for them both, she began a waltz, timed with the room itself. Every step was beautiful, and not a single step faltered on a falling tile. When a floor piece turned, so did they, and just as a piece should disappear, she would whisper quietly for him to lift her into the air so that they could avoid it together.

“It’s all a matter of patterns,” she said quietly, “They move around in an everflowing puzzle. It’s like the room is dancing with us…”

Round and round the floor they danced, and surely, the room did dance with them. Long ago had the other dancers ceased to exist, and some had even stopped dancing to watch them, the queen and her self denounced prince. As they moved, she permitted her mind to wander elsewhere, settling on the familiar and comforting presence of a nearby signal—the old man was still alive. Comfort soon turned to apprehension as it flickered, and in a jerky movement she came to a halt on the floor. Hypersensitive to her surroundings, she leapt far higher than was necessary to avoid the falling tile, landing nearby with a shuddering cringe. The signal had gone…

“No…Old man…you can’t…”

Unaware of the fact, first one tear, then another fell down her cheek, but she had not the clearness of thought to wonder at the wet sensation. Trembling, almost violently so, she shut her eyes and rubbed furiously at them, desperate to awake from this nightmare. Even having known this was coming, sorrow soon turned to rage; just yesterday, he had been fine. Something had gone amiss with that unfamiliar presence at his home.

If I find that this was no mere act of nature catching up with the old man, heads will roll…

Aurion walked swiftly into the ballroom, having missed his chance to avoid the passing on, and as he passed through the second ballroom, he happened a glance towards a female in the room.

Aye...Lo siento mucho Chimitsu... he thought to himself, an afterthought towards his destination passing shortly after.

Thinking and acting quickly, he passed the male, whispering an apology towards him.

"The old man has passed..she's going to need to see someone. I'll bring her back in one piece and far less angry than she's about to become." he murmured in passing, grabbing Chimitsu's hand and dissipating them both with one eye, his other looking very much downwards.