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The scene pans to a ball inside of the Gleeful-Northwest manor. Curtains around to ballroom are dark blues and blacks. The lights glitter in atmosphere and in the center dances an unwilling couple. Mabel, with luscious brunette locks which frame her face delicately, holds onto the pale faced albino, Gideon. The smile plastered on Mabel’s face is fake, yet at the same time genuine for the contact. She wears a flourishing dark blue dress with a black trim. Her hair is half up in a pure black ribbon, in the back of the updo lays an aquamarine centerpiece.
Gideon finds himself terrified of the situation as his body is moving without his will. Every muscle spasms to each step they dance. Tears threaten to leave his eyes as his sore-bitten bottom lip quivers. He’s dressed in a black suit, wearing a white dress shirt and matching blue tie. Both of their shoes click against the wooden floor as the music begins to pick up.
Then we see Dipper who rests on an ornately decorated throne, overlooking everything. The young man wore a similar outfit as Gideon, no doubt because Gideon was forced to wear what he did. The difference, however, was the dark blue jabot Mason wore, in the center rested his own matching aquamarine stone. He had been reading a nondescript book but was quickly enthralled in the quickening pace and electric energy of the party. With a soft clap, his book is shut closed then set aside gently onto a coffee table. He finds himself standing up, staring at the center where his sister and her date dances in a blue silhouetted hue.
‘Oh my, just look at those eyes
Pretty like a girl, oh boy’
Gideon’s eyes sparkle in the lights, meeting Mason’s for a brief moment in pure terror. His rigid movement is amateur and inexperienced casting from his sister’s behalf. The fear this young boy felt was palpable to Mason.
‘This boy is so nice
Never seen a boy like him’
Quietly, Dipper would reach the dance floor near the end of the current song, tapping gently on his sister’s shoulder. She quickly turns her head, her grin remaining firmly upon her lips. “Brother,” she’d address in fake kindness. His eyes flit between the two for a moment before a subtle smirk dances onto his lips.
“May I cut in?” Mason would ask with a formal nod. Almost instinctively, Mabel’s telekinetic hold on Gideon’s body weakens with an exaggerated chortle.
“But of course, Brother!” The young man began to fight desperately to take a few steps away from the two. Mabel would outstretch her gloved hand to her brother with a bow, but to her chagrin, he would take his steps toward Gideon, firmly gripping his soft, supple hands. This broke his sister’s concentration entirely as he regained full reign on his own movement.
‘So cute and polite’
Surprisingly, Gideon didn’t try to bolt from Dipper’s hold. He wasn’t using any power to keep him in place, yet he stayed. His eyes widened and his lips parted in speechless shock. The albino, frankly, was caught so off-guard by the altercation, he wasn’t sure whether leaving or staying would be good for him. But he found himself being lead swiftly into another dance by this charming and dapper man.
Gideon wasn’t keen on playing the Gleefuls’ games, but he found himself joining Dipper as they started a new song. He wasn’t forced and something about this was mysteriously alluring to him. It didn’t help the poor boy that he was never really attracted to women to begin with, so when this man gave him a chance to run, it was exceedingly attractive in comparison to the terrifying woman who forced his movement moments earlier. His cheeked flushed a bright pink as he did his best to follow Mason’s lead, however failing.
‘Better keep him humble
Cuz he might wanna learn to bite’
Dipper’s bright blue eyes scanned the younger man with a calculating stare. His smirk remained to dance playfully, though it wasn’t nearly as fake as Mabel’s full smile felt. He kept his stoicism while letting hints of his emotion show, yet keeping the control of his expressions completely.
With a decisive dip, Dipper lifted the shorter one off his feet then landed him close, but carefully, to the ground, Gideon’s feet reaching for the floor past Mason. He admittedly used his own magic to help, but not to an invasive degree. His lips reached the shell of Gideon’s ear with a gentle whisper. “I always knew you were a little queer.”
‘I knew already
My life was gon’ be heavy’
Gideon, for a brief moment, is reminded of his sheltered, abusive life with his father: something he spent almost a decade to escape.
‘But nothing could prepare me for this, for this’
The boy’s attention is cut back to the man holding him firmly. Mason’s body loomed over his small frame. His hands never faltered as the returned upright. The albino’s throat tightened as his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. He was speechless to the twin’s observation.
‘I lived for validation’
Something about being handled so carefully yet easily was validating. He felt as though he could walk away at any point, but he didn’t.
‘I met your expectations’
And they danced. Gideon was lead expertly. A few songs passed and eventually, the girl who forced him here had left to find another man to join. The two of them were as alone as they could be in a crowded party.
‘Pushed down on my temptation’
Sweat began to roll down Gideon’s forehead as his gaze landed on the Gleeful’s lips. Mason’s lips were pale but plush. His jawline was decorated with a recently shorn stubble.
The albino’s right hand outstretched toward Mason, almost entranced but, again, completely in control of his own faculties. The wealthy one of the two quirked a brow in curiosity as his lips loosened their subtle smile, revealing a couple pearly white canines.
‘That's not what I want’
Suddenly, Gideon jumped to his tip-toes, placing a chaste kiss to the other’s lips which was met with reciprocated electricity. Mason’s lips parted further, leaning down to lock them together with a confidence unlike anything Gideon ever knew. The Gleeful’s hand left the short man’s grasp, firmly gripping the other’s jaw. His tongue reached inside of the albino’s, accompanied by a surprised sound from the short boy and a soft chuckle from the taller one.
They parted with a line of saliva between them. Dipper’s smile was coy but open from the interaction.
Gideon fell and he fell hard.