A bit rusty with my writing skills. O.o

At first I wanted to copy Hardy's style of writing, but it's way to mind bogglig for me to endeavour for just two hours. soo yeaa still working on it. :) anyhow. so, yea. okay.

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The moon peeked through soft fluffy clouds, winking to her admirers, sending messages of sweet lullabies through sensous rays splaying upon the courtyard. The sky was adorned by the soft twinkling of light, shone by the luminous stars, perceiving a sense of beauty enamouring the hearts of several below. The wind slowly whispered sweet nothings into ears, canaling through a lulling feeling of ease and comfort. Diamonds blinked down onwards, a glitterous sight of clumps of colours bedecked upon a canvass of ebony.

Bowls and cups of small and large sat straddling tables which were set upon hind legs, overflowing with such different content. Candle lanterns, patterned abstractedly in a vindictive way, swerved through thread loftily stood above, lit the site with a soft light; bringing out a sweet scent of fantasy. Reflected tender seams of light lit the temporary floor of the night, already marred by the marks of shoes and slippers.

A crowd moves in the middle, all swaying to be in this momentous portrait of life at its zenith. Striding softly to the rhythm set by nature and humans alike, together in harmony. An acoustic en grande was all they had, stroking each person, each couple with the swift sensation of delight; of grandeur. Each partner differently dressed as it was accustomed in such an occasion, of swirls and twirl, puffs and huffs, all messed in the fog of participants.

Amidst the shifting crowd, there stood a coat, of deep blue standing amidst the other black and blues of the ocean. The coat marred with wrinkles and obvious movements hung onto shoulders of broad width over an average height. The chivalrous tuxedo was marred with a splash of red long and droopy across his chest, swaying to the shift of the body. Shoes worn down below the pants squeeked and squawked undecidedly across, adding no marks to the floor. The uniform, weaved left and right, with eyes never leaving the destination.

The soft pale yellow perched elegantly atop, as swirls sweet strings framed the beauty that would put shame to others so easily. The exposed neck bathed in the light, arched sideways as if pondering or even falling asleep. A chuckle rumbles in the coat’s chest as eyes surveyed the blonde beauty smile at teases, letting it slide. An appreciative sight of wondrous glory was portrayed again, as pink splashes emerged on soft cheeks as their eyes finally met. Her eyes a wondrous depth of brown, acted as a beacon towards the coated man, snaring each senses making his irrevocably hers just by a look.

. She was by far not the jewel of the party nor was she a ruby but that did not register in his now muddled mind. All he knew were: those eyes beckoning him closer; eyes that he could read as the back of his own hands : the smile slowly arcing through her face; he’s seen a million times. All he could think of was to hold the woman whose beauty of nature outshone others in his eyes. All he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go; for she was everything to him. She was his redeemer of strength, his friend in the dark, the holder of his secrets.

Soft strums of strings serenaded the silent night, as he swiftly strode seeking companionship with his very own
Cinderella.