Thread: Unmasked

The door's opened to a rather decorative hall, a servant leading them into the ball room where it would be taking place. Of course, like the rest of the house, it was beautiful. There was guests already there and the longer they stayed the more arrived, until the whole ball room seemed to move with bodies. Those blue eyes darted from face to face, mask after mask, growing more and more agitated the longer he stayed here. The very fact that he could not tell who was who set Mishka off a peg. As if he couldn't quiet find his bearings. It wasn't much longer before the room seemed to quiet down, all heads turning to the servant announcing Amador's appearance, as if his very presence was better than breathing. Of course that was exactly how it seemed to Mishka. Everyone was here to bask in the glory that was Amador Decessus, to be graced by his presence. Really, it disgusted him. Snorting he crossed his arms across his chest, trying to ignore the brilliant tone of the man's voice. It tugged at a string he had never known could be tugged, as if something inside him was yearning to bathed in that warm tone. Of course there was no way a sound could cover you as if it was a liquid but he couldn't find any other way to describe it. His blue eyes found the man as he moved from the podium, watching as he was completely surrounded the moment his feet touched the floor. The very sight made his stomach roll, shaking his head as he turned his back towards the group and the man. For once he understood why so many flocked to the man. However, he wasn't going to be one of them. As long as he could fight the unusual feeling that is. The sound of music filled the air as Mishka ignored the host of this party, talking softly with people he knew from childhood. He nodded pleasantly as one such female friend showed him a new fan, gently touching the feathers of it, marveling at the blue color of it. The boy couldn't help but admit that he loved the color, giving her a bright smile as she used it to hide the last of her bare face. It only made her look more unfamiliar in an upsetting way. This world was one of secrets and mysteries and made him wish he had tried harder to convince his parents to allow him to stay home. Change. It inconsistency made Mishka want to run in the opposite direction. Though such a thing here was impossible. A hand touched his shoulder, turning him to face his older brother. The man looked him other. Green eyes. Like his mother. The only feature the boy had gotten from the woman. With her dark features she was the exact opposite of their father. Straighten up! The words came out gruffly, hands giving him a small tug in an upward direction as if to force him to stand straighter than he already was. It was the same thing he had always heard. Sighing darkly Mishka reached up and brushed his brothers hands off, eyes narrowed at the slightly taller male. Boys. Their mother's voice snipped off, hiding her lips with her fan as her eyes shifted between them and someone coming over towards the family. The chocolatey voice sent shivers down Mishka's spine, taking a step back and glancing away to keep himself from looking at the mysterious man known as Amador Decessus. His fathers cheerful response made mishka frown. Along with his own brothers response made him want to turn and walk away. His feet stayed glue to the floor, unable to pull himself from the spot. It terrified him. And when the attention fell on him his mind went blank, the world seeming to go into slow motion. His head turned to look at the man once again, being caught in those brown eyes. He had felt them go across his form. It made him feel naked. As if those dark eyes had pulled his clothes clean off himself to leave him bare for the man to see. All his secrets, all his wants and needs. Fear creeped into his blue eyes, coupled with a small amount of curiosity. What was it about this man that made him feel this way? As it stood he couldn't figure it out. o yes! This is Mishka. His mother finally convinced me to allow him to come to these affairs. He is a handful so we have kept him at home. His father's voice brought Mishka back to earth, stuttering in a breath as if he had stopped breathing. His eyes darted to his father before they moved back to Amador, mind seeming to fill with static keeping him from thinking. Slowly he took a step back in retreat, gulping slightly as he look to his parents once more. Quickly he gave a small bow. I promised a friend a dance. With those words he turned on his heels and made his way through the crowd. He was barely keeping himself from running to the doors, forcing himself to stay at a quick walk. He had to get away from there before he said or did something crazy. That man was dangerous. Amador! I'm sorry. As i said before he is a handful. I will go and retrieve him if you wish it. His father had stepped up to Amador quickly when mishka had turned and left, hoping that the child hadn't destroyed his connection to the man before him.