the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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[tinprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ed blinked at Ling, thrown for a loop by the court manners and slight grin. But then he caught on. If they were dancing, they'd have more freedom of movement, and thus could get nearer to Lust. It might also belay suspicion, as no one - himself included - could picture Edward Elric dancing.

This... could get ugly. But he was very glad he hadn't worn high heels. And he suspected that shortly, Ling would be, too.

Trying his best to seem girly and demure, Ed batted his eyelashes and turned his head as if shy. "Oh," he said in a louder, sugary almost-falsetto, "but of course, my sweet prince." He held out his white-gloved hand in the traditional pose he'd seen ladies in movies use, waiting to be lead out onto the floor.

[kingofthepeople.livejournal.com]

Ling put on his best you-could-swear-this-bastard-was-British dashing smile and took Ed's hand gently, leading him out to the dance floor with a sort of unusual dignified grace.

Ling had a prince mode, and he was in it.

Once in a nice empty spot, Ling guided Ed's hands where they should be during the dance. He wasn't uh, authoritative on dancing, specifically a western dance, but he'd seen enough youtube videos and soaps to get the basic idea.

"It's a box movement, try to follow my lead," He said in a whisper, sounding almost like he knew what he was doing.

[tinprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ed allowed Ling to pull him out onto the dance floor, trying not to be too weirded out by Ling's sudden foray into stately grace that Ed didn't have a prayer of matching. Most of the time, Ed could totally forget that Ling was of royal stock, but being reminded of it now just made Ed feel all the more out of place and awkward.

"Right," Ed replied doubtfully, glancing down at Ling's feet. He jumped a little when Ling's arm slid around his waist, as his own hand was guided up to Ling's shoulder and the other caught fast. He was not comfortable with such close quarters with Ling. Especially not after that stupid incident on Valentine's Day, which they'd more or less never spoken of again except for when Al teased them mercilessly about it.

He could feel the blush begin to creep up, and he gritted his teeth. There was no time for squeamishness. As they began to sway with the music, Ed kept Lust in the corner of his vision. She seemed to be chatting very amicably with Selina now, and Ed had to wonder what Catwoman thought she was doing. He'd have to grill her about it later.

"We need to get closer," he said, his brows furrowing. It might not be a very good idea, as it meant Lust was more likely to spot him, but how else were they supposed to know what was going on?

[kingofthepeople.livejournal.com]

Ling tried to be as easy as he could with hand placements, but he felt Ed jerk a bit when his hand went to his waist. Honestly he took no pleasure in this, himself. He was just doing what needed to be done, Valentine's Day be damned, they were on a mission.

Once they started dancing, Ling did his best not to look like a moron and lead Ed at the same time. Western dancing was such a pain. He glanced around subtly at the rest of the room, catching glances as he did of Lust and the woman she was with.

"We can try, but we shouldn't get too close. She could see us and all this would have been for nothing." He glanced down at his 'date' with an eye brow raised. He refused to admit he had a faint blush too, damn it all.

[tinprodigy.livejournal.com]

"Like she'd ever recognize me like this," Ed snapped, bitter with humiliation. He barely recognized himself in the mirror, after the torturous process of Amelia dying his hair, styling it, and pasting all kinds of makeup on his face. The eyeliner and mascera had been the worst, because they brought out his long, horribly girly eyelashes. Goddamn, he was never, ever letting Al and Amelia plot against him again.

He glanced up at Ling's faint flush and then back down at their feet. He hoped the foundation hid the way his own cheeks only got redder. Then a sudden, soft beeping from his lightly padded chest area made him startle, stumble, and step solidly on Ling's foot.