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For some reason, while Cain was stolen by Ahamo, Jeb and Tutor to get ready for the ball, while Glitch found himself hurried off by Raw, DG and Azkadellia.

The girls had clearly been scheming for a while, because there was beauticians ready, girls with steam things and hot things and clothes and al kinds of things that Glitch was sure he hadn't to go through to get ready for balls before.

Raw was stripped out of his furs and washed, doing a remarkable impersonation of a cat getting a bath with the yowling and complaining and eventual compliance with pouting. He cheered up when they got to blow drying and brushing through, his wild fur and hair neatened and brushed out and settled. Glitch insisted they weave ribbons through it, bows that Azkadellia clearly didn't entirely approve of and made DG pull that face that said she was laughing inside but wouldn't hurt feelings by saying it. Glitch thought it was cute, especially was Kalm was given the same treatment.

Then the mirrors were taken away and he was set upon by the ravenous hoards. Combs and brushes pulled at his hair past yells from DG telling them to mind the zipper. His face was scrubbed with some sweet smelling, rough stuff while his nails were buffed and filed and cleaned. Steam blasted over his scalp and oil that smelt like satusma was carefully worked through it to 'give it definition', whatever that meant.

The girls were being done at the same time. Azkadellia was quiet and elegant. DG complained and yelped as her hair was curled and pinned up, her make up up expertly applied. Glitch stopped questioning after a while when they descended on him with brushes until he was whisked away by a team of dressers, away from the girls and into a side area to be put in a suit.

He didn't mind the tight fitting, long sleeved under shirt. He dealt with the formal pants and thin piping on them and the polished black shoes. He didn't even grumble at the shirt that was done up att the way, professional and proper and not at all how he usually wore them.

The coat caused a stink. It was heavy, with small hooks instead of buttons and a deep wide swing and beautiful trim like he thought his old coat might have had before his head casing. It was a rich colour and lined with rich silk.

And it had medals. And that was the problem. He had no idea what they were for, but he was assured they were his and he had to wear them because Her Majesty had asked him to.

Which is why he's dressed up so fine, with shining medals and just enough make up to accentuate his features and his hair in disarray, with loose curls and gleaming zip, because he's used his fingers to undo the neat work the hairdressers did hiding his zipper with Ambrose's old side part.

And he was dragged in there to be there with the Royal family. So naturally, he's lurking near the corner of the Royal Dais, exchanging looks with DG and hoping Cain turns up soon so he has someone to talk to against his wall.

Date: 2009-08-27 09:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose is in the garden, under the willow tree. His eyes are closed, moving in a dance that might be achingly familiar to Wyatt. The moonlight his partner, the breeze her caress, and he moves slowly to music that doesn't reach down here but he hears clearly in his mind.

The moonlight strikes the polished zipper like pure silver.

Date: 2009-08-27 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
It's heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time, and Wyatt moves once again through the air for a dance. But it isn't a dream this time, it isn't through some sort of surreal mist that he reaches out his hand to tap Ambrose's shoulder gently. Glitch wouldn't have come out here to dance with Wyatt on the dance floor and always willing.

Ambrose might.

Date: 2009-08-27 09:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose starts, cheeks pink and snapping around, relaxing when he sees who it is. "Wyatt, you surprised me. I didn't hear you." He clasps his hand, fingers playing each other. "You ere busy, so I just, slipped out here for a while."

Date: 2009-08-27 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"It's fine, I don't mind, it's beautiful out here in the moonlight. I'm not busy anymore," he points out in what he hopes is a reassuring tone of voice. "Is everything okay?"

Date: 2009-08-27 09:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
He smiles slightly, a similar smile to the one in the mirror, when he told Anoria that he had destroyed the plans, the only copy was in his mind. "I just don't enjoy crowds."

He's taken off the medals as well, they jingle slightly in his pocket. "I've always loved it out here."

Date: 2009-08-27 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"I understand." He smiles slightly. "You don't have to explain."

He tilts his head, just looking for a moment, and the smile lingers on. "Would you like to dance with me, Ambrose?"

Date: 2009-08-27 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose smiles shyly and then nods. "I would love that, Wyatt, thank you."

He offers his hands. "You prefer to lead, I believe?"

Date: 2009-08-27 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
And Wyatt steps in with something more approaching a wry grin. "Preference doesn't really enter into it," he says, as they start to dance.

"I'm better at leading, but only because I've followed just once in my entire life. Now I can say I like both, if I'm with the right partner."

Date: 2009-08-27 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
"I like either. But you're so broad shouldered and strong, it makes me feel like following your lead," he says, just a hint of teasing flirt in his voice, not looking at Wyatt.

He starts, following the music in his mind.

Date: 2009-08-27 09:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"Cheeky. I like that." He grins, pulling Ambrose close, and leaning his cheek to his temple. They're not really that much apart, height-wise. They're just right.

"I can see why you'd like it out here. It's nice and quiet, the sky's clear and the air is fresh. It's beautiful."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose colours a bit more, stepping with Cain, pressed close and holding him for the dance. "It's peaceful and open. And the darkness takes the edge of prying eyes and dark circles."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"It does," he agrees. "Dark circles?"

Date: 2009-08-27 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose hums, coat swinging behind him. "Under the eyes."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
Right, he says to himself. "Of course," he says to Ambrose, hushed in the quiet and the moonlight.

"But what does it matter if people look? You're a handsome guy, and tonight you're stunning, if you don't mind my being frank. Of course people will want to look at you. Let them."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
He gives that same smile, squeezing Wyatt's hand. "Thank you."

He keeps dancing. He doesn't explain why he doesn't like it, why they usually stare with him. People stare because of who he is, the odd adviser, the quiet one with the funny face.

"I think perhaps you are biased."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"Oh, there's no perhaps about it," he agrees, his voice warm and friendly. "I am biased. I'm in love with a man who looks almost exactly like you.

"But that doesn't mean I'm wrong."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
If Cain wanted a small giggle, it's what he gets, Ambrose letting go with one hand to hide the smile. "You're trying to make me blush, aren't you?"

Date: 2009-08-27 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"Not intentionally, no. And don't do that, you have a nice smile, no need to hide it."

He shrugs, slowing down a bit. "I'm trying to jostle you out of your old habits. Just for a moment, to maybe see things from my perspective. You have my utmost respect, Ambrose, and I'd like very much to be your friend. Friends tend to want the best for each other, right?"

Date: 2009-08-27 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
"Of course they do." He always wanted the best for Anoria and the girls. "You have my utmost respect as well, Wyatt. I care very deeply about you, and Glitch."

Date: 2009-08-27 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"Then that makes it mutual."

He isn't sure what else to say or do right now. Maybe it will come to him, soon enough.

Date: 2009-08-27 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Ambrose goes quiet again, stepping away from Cain. He knew he'd say too much.

Then he smiles, slightly befuddled. "You look too somber for a party, Tin man."

Date: 2009-08-27 11:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"Hey, there." He pulls Glitch in for a hug. "I think I scared Ambrose away. Or something, I don't know, exactly."

Date: 2009-08-27 11:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
"Oh?" He snuggles in, tipping Wyatt's head up for a soft kiss. "What happened? I can't..." he frowns. "I think he's stopping me from knowing."

Date: 2009-08-27 11:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] less-hugging.livejournal.com
"He didn't like the crowds, I went looking and found him out here." He shrugs, unconsciously mirroring the frown. "I don't know what he'd be keeping from you."

Date: 2009-08-27 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amicably-absent.livejournal.com
Glitch sighs. "Come on, cowboy. Let's head back in, find some food... oh, I could so go corn right now, a nice, fresh ear of corn with lots of butter..."

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