Dominic/Adelaide
Slowly dropping his hands, he found himself looking back to her, a frown now dominating his features. When he spoke, it was in a quieter voice, almost as if he had grown resigned in the last few seconds. “I couldn’t ask you...” It would have ruined what she and Rodolphus had been working on, and he knew better then that.
Dominic moved in closer, leaning down to pick up the mask he had carelessly discarded earlier. Where Adelaide no longer seemed angry, he still happened to be, and it was obvious in the way he scrutinized her, biting his lower lip, as he gave a shrug of his shoulders.
“Why would anyone ask someone to a Ball, Adelaide? Honestly.” He asked, and let out a low sigh. Dominic straightened upright to his full height and looked down at her. He might not have been shouting anymore, but his facade of calm had been completely ruined from his earlier outburst and he could do nothing to pull it back into place.
“No doubt it’s the same reason you really brought Rabastan.” It was grumbled out, jealousy continuing to fuel his current mood.
“Why couldn’t you?” It still did not make sense to Adelaide. If he truly wanted to ask her, why didn’t he? She would have said yes...She hadn’t thought that he was just trying to even help her in her endeavor, but nothing was really making sense at the moment. She wanted to understand, but he just kept talking in riddles and sentences that didn’t quite make sense to her.
She opened her mouth to answer just the same, but closed it as he spelled it out for her. So that was it. It wasn’t anything more to her, perhaps just a scheme to help him in some way. Or maybe it was even a joke. She knew how much he enjoyed to toy with her, would it have just been a big prank? “I’m sorry to have ruined your joke then,” she said, a cold stare in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I suppose it seems that dates to this dance are just to be used, no emotion or feelings in them at all.” It was true on her end and she couldn’t help but wish that it was true on his as well. The thought of him and Alecto...she pushed it out of her thoughts. Now was obviously not the time to be jealous and show it since her hopes were being dashed.
“Well, I’m glad I couldn’t just be used by you then,” she said, thinking it was perhaps time to go back into the ballroom. After this she would be sure to find Rabastan and demand for a dance. “So thanks for teaching me that first impressions are always right.”
To say that he was confused would have been a huge understatement. That had not been what Dominic meant, never what he would have even wanted her to think. They had only begun to get past their simple teasing of each other and he -- in no uncertain terms-- did not wish to lose that.
Or to make it worse...
“I---Adelaide!” For the first time, that rage he had felt, which he had been directing towards her was completely forgotten. What could he say to explain to her, to show her what he meant--what he was feeling?
Dominic’s words simply kept coming out wrong, jumbled sentences tossed together and which he led to this current state of uncertainty. He knew he would only make it worse.
Abruptly, without even stopping to think, he moved in close to the smaller Witch, hands moving to her shoulders, the gold mask, with its detailed designs, fell back to the ground, bouncing against the grass and fallen a few paces from them.
It could have been just another mistake, another error on his part.
Hell, if it did not work, Dominic would except the mess he had put himself in.
He leaned down, lips pressing against Adelaide’s without even a moments hesitation.