i'm only going to break your heart [RONJA]

[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

It was a while yet until midnight, and Kenta was itching to know what the 'grand surprise' was going to be. He'd seen a few from the Atra court clustered together, whispering, but he'd had too much pride to go up to them and ask what the hell was going on. So he'd been waiting patiently, wasting his time by flirting with me and women alike. He didn't want to spend the night alone, but he hadn't found any one worth bringing to his bed just yet. Kenta was known for beign vain at times and quite picky. It showed just how beautiful the fae race were by the numbe of people Kenta had taken to his bed.

He wandered along the edges of the dancefloor, a slightly bored almost arrogant expression on his face. He had to keep up his name, the 'royal playboy'. That name had always brought a smile to his lips, wether it was one of amusement or one full of bitterness.

The Atra decided to settle into a chair in one of the darker parts of the room, a glass of wormwood placed on the table before him. He supposed that the mixture of his not-so-great morning, the anticipation for midnight, and the fact that he hadn't found a suitable partner yet had made him rather moody. His personal servant was the one in charge of waking him each morning, but the head of servants --that bag of bones-- had ordered her to take care of the decorations for the ball in stead. So he'd had the pleasant surprise of being woken by a servant girl that he'd never seen --or never noticed-- in his life!

He picked up the glass and brought the liquid to his lips. Kenta wasn't drinking to get drunk, but more for having something to do. Besides, it took more than a glass of wormwood for him to get past tipsy, and he'd just started the glass. If something interesting enough were to catch his attention he would not even bother finishing the glass. No to find that thing of interest...

[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja adored parties, and despite the fact that she had a new overbearing hate of Atra fae, she was enjoying herself. Granted, she was a little tired since she had to glamour most of her body so that her scars didn't show. She was too proud to do that here, and not now. She wasn't ready for that. And if she saw Rad she wasn't sure what she'd do. Certainly not drop her cover, she might even try to be civil to annoy her, or ignore her... but Ronja knew she'd probably attack the woman. So hopefully their paths wouldn't cross.

She had done some dancing, since it was one of her favorite things, but her body was tired, it had only been a week since the attack. She wasn't really up to her normal standard. So, Ronja wandered off to get a glass of wormwood, might numb the slight pain a bit. She went to sit down, leaning back in her chair. Her hair was delicately pulled atop her head, her outfit showing her curves, and without the scars, she looked rather good.

Ronja glanced around the room and located an Atra she had seen before, and heard oh so much about. A playboy if there ever was one, she couldn't throw stones though, she was regarded similarly--only more negatively sanctioned, rather unfairly. Ronja liked to have a good time? She wasn't that easy though. Couldn't she get any credit? Kenta was located a few yards to her right, and she didn't look his way for long. She wasn't sure how entangled she wanted to get, but flirting was all her style. However, he wasn't worth the chance, if he came over, he came over, if not, if not- no big deal.

[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

He was already becoming bored with his drink. The Atra leaned back in his chair, almost sprawling, and ignored the glass sitting in front of him. Alcohol was worthless when one drinks alone. Yes he could have all of those easy women swarming around him at the moment, but he wasn't in the mood for it. He wanted something a little different, maybe he wanted to give his attention to just one or two creatures on this night. Dark eyes scanned the colourful crowd, and he pressed his lips together. There were plenty of interestin costumes, but there was no way for him to tell the worthwhile creatures from the ones he would just waste his time with. At regular events it would be easier to tell who was interesting from who was boring. But at this halloween ball, everyone was dressed in one interesting way or another, therefore it was damn hard to tell.

His eyes landed on a lovely woman with dark hair and skin. She was dressed in a queen of hearts costume, and he smirked. Alice in Wonderland had been one of his favourite stories when he was small. Her version was considerably sexier than the queen described in the actual story. He'd always imagined her as short and plump, and this woman was the exact opposite. He saw long slender legs, her skin like dark cream. She made his mouth water.

Was she argentum? Was her skin and hair really that colour, or had she glamoured herself for the night? He planned on finding out. He pushed himself to his feet, took another quick sip from the wormwood and made his way over.

"Is it all real?"

He'd stopped in front of her, and leaned in and to the side so he could speak into her ear, the celebration had gotten quite a bit louder the close to midnight the clock ticked. He was close enough that he breasts would press to his chest if she were to inhale too deeply. Kenta leaned back just enough to give her a friendly and flirtatious smile.

[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja raised her eyebrows lightly at Kenta. "Is what real?" She asked with an amused smile, not minding his closeness. It had been a while since she'd had any fun. he could probably see that she was glamouring something, was he trying to figure out what? "It's all real babe, the hair, the figure, the skin, the breasts..." She grinned a little wider and put a free hand on her hip, looking him over. Attractive, but he was a playboy, it probably took him hours. All she was hiding were the scars. Rad was his kind. But she didn't want to blow it, she would flirt with him, maybe more. Not all Atra were all bad like Rad was. She had to give him a chance.

"I'm Ronja, and you're Kenta." She said. It wasn't a question. "It's a pleasure." No doubt he had heard her name before, if not in conjunction with Radella than with something else. Ronja was a social creature, and rumors about her were the easiest to start and spread. Her lovers, her fights, they were noticed. But maybe not at Atra court, he'd probably just know what Rad did to her. This would show him, that she was even here and talking to him.

[KENTA AIWO ARAI]

'It's all real babe, the hair, the figure, the skin, the breasts...'

A woman after his own heart. He turned the charm higher by a few degrees, his gaze darkening a little, holding promises that could not be said aloud at an event that would have been more formal than this. When asking about it all being real, Kenta had meant her attactive dark features. It had never occured to him that she was glamouring over multiple scars, making her flesh appear as free of blemishes as it had been before Radella's attack.

She introduced herself, and before he could speak his own name, she said it for him. Kenta couldn't help but feel pleased that he was well known. Once he got over being pleased about that, his mind focused on the name she had given him. Ronja. It struck a bell. That name came hand in hand with the name Radella. Word hard recently reached the Atra court of what the little vixen had done to an Argentum lady. It was just his luck to find himself drawn to just that particular lady. Kenta was not displeased in the least, but he was not pleased either. He had never been a fan of hurting someone when they are tied up and helpless. Kenta held more of a liking for one on one combat, same weapons, same strength, same skill. A fair fight would give a proper winner and a proper loser. He did not approve of what Radella had done, unlike the majority of his court.

'It's a pleasure.'

He wasn't going to bring up Radella. Kenta was just going to pretend he didn't know, for not at least. The Atra took one of hands in his and brough it up to his mouth. He pressed soft lips to the delicate knuckles, while his almond-shaped eyes remained fixed on her face. Had he been feeling a little more daring, he would have allowed the tip of his tongue to play over the skin. However he would take this as a challange. This was a lady of the Argentum court, and he would treat her as such.

"The pleasure is all mine."

He let his gaze slip from her face and down her body to her feet, before slipping right back up again. Kenta had given her body the attention it deserved, while at the same time not gawking like a little virgin boy. "Interesting costume choice. Not many would dare to dress as a queen in Arethusa's court, even for a Halloween ball." His voice did not hold scorn or disapproval, but rather a hint of admiration.

[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja smiled as he pressed her fingers to his lips. Oh he knew what he was doing. She saw how he watched her. Not an awestruck look, not hunger, not like judging a prize animal. he was etching her curves into his mind, admiring. No wonder he took so many women to his bed, he certainly knew how. And Ronja, while smart, could never resist a womanizer. At least she knew he was one. She wasn't expecting anything.

Now, as for Arethusa, Ronja hadn't even thought to worry about what the queen of the Atra court might say. Not like it would have really mattered, it wouldn't have changed her mind at all. Kenta obviously thought she had guts, which made her feel much better than it should have. She resisted the urge to say 'of with her head' or say 'off with your head' and motion to his pants. She wasn't feeling bold or lewd enough for either. Instead she just grinned. "I guess I'm a glutton for punishment."

Ronja shifted her stance toward him slightly. "So, you have a reputation that precedes you Kenta." She said looking at him flirtaciously. "So not much point in tip toeing around it. Would you care to dance? If you're a good dancer maybe you'll get to see a little more of me, but I'm not making any promises." Her lips curved into a little smirk. She didn't give a damn coming off strong. She wanted him to know who he was dealing with. Ronja wasn't a bimbo who would take whatever she got. She called the shots.