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My head swam as my eyes raked over the crown of other nobles dancing in the center of the grandiose ballroom. I worried my bottom lip between my teeth, feeling all too aware of how my flowy purple gown shifted whenever I moved.
'Maybe it was a bad idea to wear this, I mean, what if someone from the royal family sees me. What if the prince sees. What if they're actually not okay with a man wearing a dress. The invitations said to dress how you want, but they could have just been saying that. I'm going to lose my seat at the council. oh no,I'mgoingtomesseverythingupandit'sgoingtobeallmyfau-'
"-ey!" A stern voice spoke somewhat loudly. I jumped, my dress following me as I moved away from the wall, startling the one who pulled me from my panicked thoughts.
My head was still reeling and I flushed in embarrassment, avoiding their eyes. "I... apologize for startling you, I am not very good at tact, but I noticed you looked panicked and thought it would be beneficial to break you away from any spiraling thoughts..." They said apologetically, this time at a normal volume, as I took in their outfit.
They wore black pumps with sleek black dress pants and a dark blue tuxedo with a white button-up undershirt, completed with a similarly coloured blue tie. Their presence radiated power and I didn't notice I had been staring until they clear their throat quietly.
"It's okay.." I muttered shakily, not trusting my voice to speak at a louder volume without cracking.
"Very well, I suppose introductions are in order." They announced, and I chanced a look at their face, noticing the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of their mouth. They had an upturned nose that made my heart stutter in my chest. I immediately regretted my decision when I met their eyes; filled with knowledge and curiosity. Gorgeous pools of striking indigo sparkled in the light that illuminated the large ballroom, making them appear reminiscent of the night sky.
Heat rose to my cheeks as their eyes met mine, and I could have sworn I saw the slightest hint of pink on their face before I averted my eyes, never more thankful I decided to put on some foundation at the last minute.
"My name is Logan Andromeda, eldest son of the Andromeda family, and... I go by he/him." They- He- Logan explained, adding the last part quietly after a beat of hesitance. I still caught what was said. I offered him a small smile and saw a flash of relief cross his face at the gesture.
I took a breath, feeling slightly comforted by his acknowledgement and, albeit brief, announcement of pronouns. "My name is Virgil P. Foster, youngest son of the Foster family. I also go by he/him..." I spoke, feeling slightly proud of how clear my voice sounded.
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and, before I could process what was happening, Logan was in front of me with his hand extended. "Well then, Virgil, would you care to dance?" Logan spoke smoothly, and my eyes widened as I met his own, momentarily stunned by both the question and by how good this man looked in glasses. "I- uh.. um- y-uh-uh huh..." I stammered out as I attempted to compose myself, 90% sure I was blushing dark enough to be seen despite the foundation.
All attempts at regaining my composure proved to be pointless as a smirk graced Logan's face.
'Oh, I am so gay...' I think, this time unable to look away from his captivating eyes as I reached out blindly to grab the hand offered to me.
Logan's hand found mine, threading our fingers together. I just barely had the forethought to gather up a handful of the fabric that made up the skirt of my ball gown, lifting it slightly so as to not trip over it, before I found myself being pulled through the crowd at a brisk pace. I tried not to focus on our conjoined hands, instead doing my best to keep up until we were at the edge of the crowd of nobles dancing. My skin prickled with the familiar feeling of anxiety as I found myself suddenly under Logan's intense gaze once more. Logan's grip on my hand shifted as he brought my hand to his lips.
My breath caught in my throat as Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand before placing it on his shoulder, doing the same with my other hand before placing his hands on my waist. Logan paused, seeming to contemplate something. I took this time to try and calm myself, succeeding somewhat.
As I refocused, I found Logan staring at me with a soft expression that made my heart flutter. "Are you ready?" Logan asked quietly as he met my gaze.
I took a shaky deep breath before responding.
"Yes"
And with that confirmation, he merged us into the crowd of other pairs and we danced throughout the rest of the ball.