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My Eternal Daydream: Part One

Amongst the excitement and anticipation of my blog next year, I decided to give my small precious followers/fans/Armory right now an early Christmas present as a sincere thank you for supporting my dream. The treat I have for you is a small eight part teenage romance titled ‘My Eternal Daydream.’ This short story is very dear to me; I wrote this over a few days when I was 16 and I am very proud of it. That said; please excuse any serious typo’s or grammatical errors, this has not been professionally edited. I am honestly quite excited to share it with you and I hope that it lets you escape into another world and entertains you. I aim to post two small chapters each week over the next four weeks. Enjoy the first part and thank you so much for following and joining The Knight Life!

Part One: Masquerade at Midnight

Allequet Mansion was full of life. I stood poised so inelegantly in a dizzyingly colourful ballroom, surveying the social gathering with deflated eyes. Alista Allequet’s parties were always most extravagant, but I always felt lost in them. I never felt as if I belonged in this vibrant, glossy world full of sea’s of champagne, punch lines and witty conversation.

The masquerade midnight party was in full swing. I was surrounded by a throng of sophisticatedly clothed women dressed in blinding sequins and masks that concealed their identity but failed to mystify their beauty. I stood in the centre and as the dancers twirled around me, the violin’s melody and the enchanted chandeliers swelled within me and I began to spin; drinking in the scene pleasurably. The illumination was embracing; lights which were hung on the highly domed cathedral-like ceiling sparkled like blazing comets in a golden sky. I lifted my head back and drifted off; admiring them disjointedly. Thinking, wishing someone would come over and ask me to dance, and I would succumb to their grand (and impossible) gesture and we’d sink into the music and dance.

“Does my festivity not interest you?” Alista asked flirtatiously, an Italian accent infused within her words, “You haven’t even joined in for a danced. Is something a matter?” She happened to be one of my closest friends, and tonight she was dressed so captivatingly, but even to say that would be an understatement. Her luminous green eyes were smoking with silver glitter, her long blonde hair dripped down her body like long ribbons of silky cocoons and her dress was made out of velvet petals sown together. She took off her white mask which oozed with diamonds to address me.

“Not at all,” I lied, and biting my lip subtly I took her by the arm and escorted her out and onto the porch which overlooked her immaculate garden. “But I am impatient and waiting for my true love to seal my fate with a kiss,” I confessed breathlessly, an over dramatic tone clear in my voice.

She sighed and giggled, “Always so romantic aren’t we Xavier,” she remarked. and I nodded faintly, drifting off again. I wish I had someone, I thought,  Someone all to myself…

As if reading my thoughts she said “Maybe, tonight you shall find someone,” she looked at her wrist watch, “And by chance it’s only minuets till midnight, and at which time the lights will go off and you shall have to kiss the closest person to you!”

“Really?” I asked in amusement.

“Why do you think I have been lingering around Benito all of tonight? You must, and you shall, and that is the fun of it Xavier. It’s a concealed, mystery kiss!” She flashed an exuberant smile and trotted off.

I was alone once more to ponder Alista’s sudden news. I walked down the marble steps and into the garden which was bejewelled with soft yellow lights. A pyramid of sparkling champagne glasses stood in the centre of the grounds and was surrounded by a buffet of gourmet food. Waiters dressed in tuxedoes offered tempting dishes whilst couples floated to the music of the band  who played on a podium in the middle of  the fountain. Walking past the white rose bushes which bordered the garden; I picked one from the bush to smell its scent. I put it in my front pocket and walked to the champagne pyramid. People began to count down the seconds till midnight: and then suddenly it all happened too fast.

The lights disappeared and the music stopped. Everyone began to laugh and giggle as people kissed. I began to walk back inside when I stumbled into someone and we both crashed into the pyramid of glasses. The champagne cascaded down on the both of us, the liquid flowed over our heads and onto the grass; people screamed and giggled in reaction as they continued to kiss their partners. Slipping, I grabbed onto the figure that I had bumped into but failed miserably. They too slipped and we both fell onto the grass.

“It would only make sense” they said, their voice muffled through their mask, their breath heavy “That we kiss?”

My heart skipped a beat. Wait; two beats. This figure, which I could not even picture, wanted to kiss me? I saw their eyes through the darkness though. Blue and frosty captivatingly hypnotised my every fibre and inflamed my blood as if fire had been injected into my veins. I slowly took off my mask and they followed suit, and kneeling on the grass I pressed my body in to theirs. I wrapped my arms around their shoulders and interlocked my hands around their back; the miniscule hairs on the on my body shot up when I felt their breath like a sea’s whisper on my neck. I massaged their hair and giddy from the alcohol I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm. Their smell was so beautiful, like fruits and the forest and rain; their scent washed over me like an unearthing storm. My heart was in my throat as I moved my lips to their lips… and we kissed.

But it didn’t stop there, they pulled me on top of them and I began to thirst for them as if their lips were a tantalising dish and I had become insatiable. I raced through their hair and clawed their back, aching, needing, and wanting to taste their sweet, tantalizing tang. I kissed their lips one at a time, and stroked their cheek with the tips of my fingers, my other hand locked into theirs. Shivers ran down my spine and loops of electricity whipped through my body. They moaned slightly as I prayed that this would never end.

But it had to. I slipped away, and pulled the mask back onto my face, the darkness shrouded their identity, they beckoned me back by grabbing my hand, but I slipped away, feeling their finger tips and taking in one last lungful of their sweet smelling, fruity breath. I had to come up for air and breathe.

When the lights returned I went inside, and everyone was enjoying themselves; laughing and flowing back into the numb of the music. I tried to float back down to earth; but my heart was banging on my chest, threatening to burst at any second. I never saw that masked, blue eyed, sugary smelling figure for the rest of that night.

7 thoughts on “My Eternal Daydream: Part One

    1. Thank you so much for reading Mishka, I am so touched and humbled, is there anything that I could do to return all the lovely karma that you are sending my way?

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