Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
A misunderstanding, not exactly a surprise but a disappointment nonetheless for Julius. He really needed to learn how to phrase things better. Despite his appearance, it wasn't that the male did not know how to feel. When someone explains it to him fully, he would like to think he can understand at least a little bit. Perhaps not entirely because he wasn't them. He couldn't feel the exact same as them and to juxtapose himself over them like that, was just insulting. However, it was more than that. Social cues were hard for him to catch on. He might notice the movement (in fact he often did) but that didn't mean he knew what they meant. How much of it was just a natural tick and how much of it was them trying to say something.[break][break]
"It's not that..." he started before bitting his lips in contemplation. Just how was he supposed to say this? His fingers stopped its rhythmic drumming and now he found himself gripping onto the rail. Sometimes, Julius wished he was more outgoing as a child, then he would talk to many more people and being able to read, understand and react to people wouldn't be so difficult. "I'm not rich..." which really, should be quite obvious with how he bought the cheaper brooch. "So..I...can't image...going to parties like this...every week." He can see the time management that would be and perhaps he to some extent he can understand the mental exhaustion as well. However, because Julius wasn't rich, he couldn't fully understand how it must feel. "I don't know..what to say...to make you...feel better..." and perhaps that was one of the reasons why Julius was better suited to being a prosecutor rather than a cop. He can put the criminals behind bars, he can tear down contradictions in order to drag out the truth but he couldn't comfort someone. He couldn't be like a cop who can comfort someone who was facing trouble and give them advice. He couldn't be like a medic who could collectedly calm someone down even when they were in pain. He couldn't be a therapist who has the perception to understand what a person needs to hear. Even if he wanted to help, Julius simply couldn't. It was honestly rather frustrating and one of the reasons why really, he shouldn't be the one here right now. Someone else would have been able to help her...assuming they wouldn't try to take advantage of how young the girl was that is. [break][break]
The least he could do was really listen to her, in a similar way that he used to listen to his friends whenever something happened. When someone wasn't looking for an answer, just someone to talk to. Julius was at least capable of doing that much, and so that was what he offered her. However, there were some people that also wanted time alone when they faced troubles. The prosecutor was one of them.[break][break]
Madame Masseur's questions, along with her sudden sharp movements, caught him off guard even if the only reason she got was a small arch of the brow. It wasn't that she was wrong. Julius was rather horrible in social situations and he would very much prefer to be at home reading a book right now. However, he was here and he might as well try to make something out of it right? The male gave a small nod of acknowledgement as he tried to figure out how to explain this. It wasn't like he was seeking the girl out, he did not even know of her standing until this conversation. If anything, he had came out here to get some fresh air and to get away from people. So again, he had not actively look for her but he hadn't turned away either. Instead, he was having a conversation or at the very least a pale imitation of one.[break][break]
"Because you were out here," the answer was rather simple wasn't it? "I...walked out because I don't like crowds and...well you were here first. You looked familiar...and it would have been rude to not greet you. So...here we are now...in this conversation," came the explanation that might have sounded condescending due to his rather apathetic tone. Truly though, he wasn't sure how else to explain it. "And during this conversation...you show signs of discomfort with the party. I...wanted to help..." even if he too was not very good at these kinds of social gatherings. However, it was quite obvious that it was not getting to him as much as it was to this girl. This was not his constant life, this was nothing more than a special exception of his normal schedule. It was different for Madame Masseur who in fact had to show up to this party every other week when most people her age (judging by her appearance anyway) would be enjoying their life with their friends or whatever hobby they have.
"It's not that..." What was it like? She could see it clearly the more she thought about it, the more she analyzed it. She felt the frustration of being played build up, causing her blush to grow a bit brighter red. Her mind turning this paranoia turmoil that only grew, till it suddenly deflated as he started... Struggling to explain something about going to parties nonstop, about being rich. Her mind flickered to the guy coming to her shop, he wasn't directly speaking to her, rather... It was just she happened to be closer.. and free-ish at the time. As he continued, she just felt this huge bile of guilt building up. Why did she think he was playing her? Just another pawn in the huge game of politics and pawns, this guy was seriously clueless, networking... He was new to all this... This whole complex game, here in New Paris. He of course he made all this worst by just throwing obvious thing after obvious thing just how.. NOT going after her he was.
Before she knew it, she rubbed her arm completely aware that he had made her feel bad a second time for being such a quick to judge type person. The red anger blush completely faded away, she slowly released a cool breath relaxing her guard, probably first time in almost forever. Shaking her head gaze filling with a soft pity, she looked at him gently before speaking. "You really don't know.. Do you... What's its like to be..." She paused trying to figure out how to explain this herself looking away upward to the moon, "rich.. high up.. the hierarchy of business.. All the parties.. All the attention...
Her attention turned back to hims, amber eyes shining clear and focused. Both hands playing against each other, uncertain, before slowly reaching outward to gently touch his right shoulder. A small smile appearing on her face, "I'm glad you are taking the time to comfort me, and not try to use me." What should she add this? He clearly struggling here... As well... Just.. How.. Does one connect to poor people? Are all poor people this daft? "Yo-you are pretty observant, even though... yo-you " were daft... mediocre... Loner.. Hider... pathetic... Male..."are new to all this." Phew. She relaxed pulling away her arm, clearing her throat straightening up, her eyes taking a more focused... less hurt look. Holding out her hand, "Do you wish to dance? Sir prosecutor."
Notes: the dance part, was.. Blame the music playlist was listening to.
Julius truly could not help but respect politicians at times. They always seemed to know the right words to say, not only in their speeches but even when they were suddenly put on the spot. It was an enviable skill and one that the prosecutor truly wished he had as he struggled through his words. Struggled, not just stumbling around lost but struggling to get his thoughts across. It was difficult, and in truth, he wasn't even sure if he was even doing it right. [break][break]
Soon he noticed that she was rubbing her arms. Ah...yes..she must be cold by now. The girl once again asked, her eyes looking at him before looking at the moon, if he truly did not understand what it was like to have such high class and status. "I don't," he stated because it was as simple as that. He didn't. He didn't live that life. And while he had his own frustration, it wasn't the same as hers. He wasn't even sure if it was better or worse. It was just different...but what he did understand was that there were expectations. The girl was clearly young and to have to take over a company. He has heard of how cruel the corporate world could be. [break][break]
Amber eyes met with steel ones as Madame Masseur stated that she was glad he was taking time to comfort her rather than use her. It wasn't like he could really use her for anything. They travelled in different circles and even if he could, Julius doubted he had the skills to actually manipulate anyone. If anything, he would just directly ask someone if they can help him with whatever it was that he needed help with. Blunt perhaps, but honesty was much easier than manipulation if one was to ask the prosecutor. [break][break]
"I have to be," came Julius's reply to her observation of him. In court, Julius had to notice when a witnessed seemed to be hesitating or whenever there were contradictions. "Thank you, though." Then came the offer to dance...gray eyes blinked. "I don't know how to dance," he confessed rather blankly which was most likely expected for someone like him. Julius did not scream wealth or social grace. However...it must be cold outside. "We should...go back in..." the male stated as he took off his jacket in order drape it on the girl's shoulders. Gently he did his best to guide her back inside when something occurred to him. If they were to head back inside, chances are, people would want to talk to them. Madame Masseur clearly did not wish to talk to people who may want to take advantage of her and Julius himself wasn't very good at being social. "Actually...maybe...you can teach me...how to dance...if you don't mind..that is..." since there was also the chance that he might step on her.[break][break]
note: nah, i am all for this. and omg noel is soooo cute.
Didn't know how to dance? She pulled her hand back just a bit, he didn't know how to dance? Didn't everybody take lessons to learn to dance? Is this not the basic of every child's education? She froze in spot as he mentioned about them going back in, before slipping his jacket on her shoulders this busting out a huge blush. A blush she reached tapping her hot cheeks with her ice-cold fingers slightly shocked by the sudden jump of heart. Swallowing attempting to regain her thoughts, this wasn't what she meant..
Lucky for her he paused is if coming to some sort of realization just how.. bad this looked especially to all those high rich head sons and heirs, instead asking if she should teach him how to dance. Even going so far ask thinking her own feelings about the situation, quickly she cleared her throat trying to clear her thoughts. Her body stood up straighter, as if the jacket's weight was long gone, more like emotional weight. Tying the jacket around her neck, much like a fancy sweater the rich folk wore on summer days. "Ahh yes, that I can do. You'll have to trust me of course, one such as yourself will probably struggle at first." She changed her position just a bit more flexibly, so she'd melt into his touch. Her icy-tipped fingers reaching out toward's his encouraging his hand to be on her waist. Her face mixture of blush and focus at the new task, teach a stranger how to properly dance. "Yes, like that, now step forward. You have to be less like a rock, more like.. Water fluid, touch on tempo of nature." She moved her other hand to touch his free one so every part of him will be connected to her own body, the blush growing warmer, the winds slightly picking up.
Moment she was certain he felt more at ease, she took the lead showing him step-by-step calm cautious movement. Her heart racing faster and faster pace not quite used to being near a man... and not hating his guts 190%.
notes: if either one of them manages to kiss, ill accept it
[attr="class","nologicpost1"] Julius noticed the way Madame Masseur's back straightened and how she had rearranged his jacket. He gave a nod understanding that yes, he would struggle a lot and naturally he would trust the girl. She had not done anything to harm him, and had even helped him during their very first meeting. Really, in his eyes there was no reason not to trust her.[break][break]
They changed positions so that their bodies now faced each other. Her hands guiding one of his hand to take her waist; a position he somewhat recognized from movies. At her words, the man took a step closer so that they were close. In fact, he can feel her warmth with how close they were. It was strangely intimate honestly, and unlike the male lead in the movies, he didn't look at her eyes. Instead, he found himself looking down only moving when she was moving out of fear that he might step on her foot otherwise. How horribly ironic would it be if he ended up hurting her when he was trying to comfort the girl. [break][break]
Move like water...and he did his best to move more. Or rather he allowed her to steer and guide him without fighting back to stand still. If she took a step forward, he would take a step back and give way to her, if she took a step back he would follow right after her. It was honestly strange, but he didn't mind it. It was nice in a sense even if he was strictly looking down at her feet. It allowed him to tell where she would step.[break][break]
"Who taught you how to dance?" he asked trying his best to have some kind of a conversation. People normally have these during slow dances like this right?[break][break]
He kept looking down, something she wasn't quite used to, as most men she met already knew how to dance... how to dance well so this clucking stoney rooster was rather disarming, but she didn't call him on it, rather just kept him moving spouting movements and words of command how to improve, calm... Icey Calm, like her father, the thought made her shiver but decided not to push it. Then he asked who taught her how to dance... She spun them both speaking softly "Many Tutors, all different styles. But.. mostly my Father, he wanted to perfect his Diamond. Make it so she was cut and just refined for all to see." She quieted for a bit letting the motion of steps become repetitive till he felt more comfortable, less... Awful... Newbie.
She gave a small blush noticing how comfortable she actually felt next to him, a thought that almost instantly made her uncomfortable. Quickly she attempted to continue their conversation and get out of her head, "so-so you do not know how to dance? Is it uncommon to not know? Were you a rare case.. or?" She struggled trying to explain her confusion for those of lowest possibly class, not understanding their struggles at all. As it where, even those who entered her shop and connections still had enough money to buy jewelry with ease.... Never had she ran into one Who couldn't afford No jewelry at all.
[attr="class","nologicpost1"] A life where one had to be perfect. Julius himself strove for but that had been his own decision. He couldn't say he was ever actively pressured into it, or at the very least he never noticed it. Madame Masseur did not continue on letting the silence fall on them, not that Julius minded. He wasn't exactly much of a conversationalist and the longer the last, the more likely he was going to stumble and make a fool of himself. [break][break]
It was getting a bit easier even if they were still mainly stepping around and at times moving their arms. Or rather, the girl was moving her arms and he followed along. And soon it was her turn to ask him a question. Was it uncommon? "Most people I know...don't know how to dance..." of course it wasn't like Julius was popular and therefore he didn't know that many people. So far all he knew, maybe it was just the group of people he knew. Then again..."Actually...they don't' know how to dance like this." They knew a different style of dancing, one that was looser. Julis, on the other hand, simply don't know how to dance. "So..I supposed I'm something of a rare case."[break][break]
Again, there were reasons why Julius found much more comfort in books than crowds. "Have you gone clubbing before?" he asked curious if she knew about the more common style of dancing. In all honesty, he couldn't really imagine it for the girl.
Most people he knew didn't know how to dance? It must.. Be.. a rich thing, she guessed? She felt confusion as he corrected that didn't know how to dance much like they were now, he explaining he was just a rare case. Oh. So they did get taught? Maybe he just wasn't? Did this Father and Mother shove him aside for a newer better offspring, as well? She blinked thinking the words over, "Yes, I guess so.... You learn rather quickly though, easily catching on to the movement and steps... You'd be able to dance with whomever you wish, yet!" She replied gently almost fearing speaking too loud will break their little cycle of step step, turn, step, step.
He asked then about clubbing, she was a bit confused imagining a barbarian swinging around a club.. Soon breaking to a laugh at herself reality slammed, he meant actually clubs. Her voice coming out rather like a small cooing bird she answered, "If by clubbing you mean talking to boring people in a highclass sitting arrangement called "gentleman's club" then yes a time or two. Though mostly to sign paperwork, I've never really cared for those sorts of places... Just a bunch of man wishing to hang out and swoon you." She shook her head a small blush returning, "If you mean where those foolish Actors and Actresses go to dance and show their stuff, then no.. I've personally never cared for such useless material. Father always told me, that's how you tarnish a diamond, give it too much chlorine." She paused slightly heart pounding, feeling the weight down on it. Father, he was always telling her what to do, where to go. So why.. In a world he seemed not to exist.. Did his opinions still matter? her words still slip up thinking of him?
Julius was not sure how to tell her, he really had no plans on using dancing lessons for anything. He didn't have anyone he wanted to do any kind of dancing with. No, it was better to just not say it. He enjoyed the lesson in and of itself or rather he enjoyed spending time with her. "Thank you," he mumbled out.[break][break]
Err..."the second one..but...without famous people." He stated before giving a small nod. He supposed in the eyes of Madame Masseur, it must have been useless. There was nothing for her to gain. She wasn't a celebrity that needed her face to be shown everywhere and there wasn't really any connections to be made. However..."People..." people her age? No, that didn't sound good. "There are a lot of people who find it fun...even if it's useless." It felt weird to defend something Julius truly had no interest in. He simply never cared for such activities or rather the crowd. Still, that didn't mean that he didn't have hobbies. The male went to book clubs when he can if only to just talk and sometimes argue about certain books. There was a fun in that. "It lets you meet people who...don't know of your background..." maybe her name was famous in the upper echelon of society. However, there were many elites that the normal civilians do not know. For example, Julius did not know that this girl in front of him was, in fact, the owner of a company. "It might be good for you."[break][break]
There was a short pause as the song slowly came to an end and he allowed his eyes to meet hers as they stopped. "Thank you...for teaching me...I enjoyed it..." he managed out even if his face was still blank and dull as it usually was. He truly did enjoy his time with her though. But at the same time, he was not sure how much longer he can keep her without causing her trouble. That would be the last thing he wanted to do to her.
Thank you, he said softly about the dancing. Right after began to explain about which clubbing he'd actually met, with a small nod. Was he inviting her to one? She didn't quite understand, and was even more confused as he began explain about finding it fun and that even though it was useless... she should at least.. try... Even a little. She thoughts these words baffled by them, was he suggesting she break out of her normal everyday scheduling life.. For fun? Dirty fun? He began to explain with more precise reasoning, about meeting people who do not know your background. What would that be like? Go somewhere... Nobody knew you... She felt a small sickly feel, a thick swallow. A fear? of losing her power?
As the song came to end she slowed down, starring right into his violet eyes, blush appearing before she cleared her throat pulling away afraid of what was just going through her mind. "I-I did as well, thank you for your teachings. I will.. try this, clubbing." She answered gently before completely pulling away giving a nod, "have a good night Sir Vesper" With that she walked away.
note: NOO she didn't kiss, why you do this to me. I am your master! Obey me! Don't you walk away, coe back! At least share phone numbers!!
There was a small sense of disappointment as the girl excused herself. He understood that he wasn't going to get a monopoly on her. She was a person of high power. However, before he could add that if she was going to go clubbing, she shouldn't go alone because it was dangerous, she was gone. The possibility of just chasing her did occur to him but doing so may cause rumours. He doubted she would appreciate that. Hopefully, the girl would have someone to go with her. [break][break]
Julius turned to look at the moon for a bit before heaving out a sigh. His break from the party has been long enough, he really should head back and tried to talk to a few more people. The last thing he wanted to do was waste this invitation.[break][break]
note: OMG I FEEL THAT WHEN THEY DON'T LISTEN TO YOU XDDD -dying-. but yeah this looks like a good place to end the thread~.
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