RENANTHE & YUKI

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Here's the thread for @renanthegaea and @yuki

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0000 . @yuki. outfit . helloo < 3

Hesitantly, she picked out the floor-length, bare-backed black dress by its hanger, her only eye-catching dress left in this ancient crate of a wardrobe. Although Rena never had any challenge being a head-turner, it was her habit of looking flawless that gave herself an important air of assurance: Wallow in poorness all you want, but you're also a human being, so act like a worthy one.

Lift your eyes up. Breathe steady. Walk confident. Snub pity in the face.

Bright golden light diffused, bouncing endlessly off her skin, as suspended chatters began to seethe through the glorious Hall. Rena breathed in, deep and long before she finally sighed. Would tonight be another ordinary night of guise? Each coming days and nights, she had concealed herself behind her bogus veil; bleating words she had not really meant, spewing smiles as if they had cost her nothing. Rena was a bloody good actress, all right.

She had signed up for the ball, not for its pathetic soulmate-seeking adventure, nor for the excitement of the celebration. Since what had seemed like an eternity, Rena had grown tired of it all. Experience taught her that romantic love was nothing but a liability. A debt you have to constantly pay to have.

Unworthy. 

So what was she doing?

Perhaps it was her self-serving tendencies that brought her here, where she could at least have a memory of her in a ball. After seven years of stubborn determination to remain in solitude, a part of her thrashed to hold onto her current life, to resist the hurricane of change gyrating her way. Perhaps a fleeting memory could calm the tempest in her chest, make her feel better.

Right. As if.

Walking on between happy couples and excited friends, Rena grabbed her Punch, amongst other delights from the bar, and chose her table. 9. Rena was devoid of feelings of exhilaration, her senses still being their capable old selves, but she would feel sorry if she was to accidentally show her barefaced indifference.

Yet there was only so much you could do by yourself, to not appear lonely during an enlivened ball; so Rena, with her natural nonchalance and miles-away gaze, sat and sipped quietly by herself.

Let them judge. Whatever.

Call her the eye of the storm. Call her anything at all, anything but pitiful. Yet presently, the queen of apathy was anxious enough to be waiting for her date.

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