#;masquerade

[scoutstampede]

ace.

[reganreigns]

abyss.

[themidnightsiren]

Masquerade | ℒ & ℳ

@insatiableurgxs ( Noh Minwoo )

Every day is a soiree of pretenses. Every one hides in a variety of façade, each guise depicts each side of one’s self to present to its respective audience - all different but never the entirety. With each day, one is different, but each day is a parcel of his or her whole being. And so each time you meet a person, you see a mask different than what any other else sees. That is just how people are; it is not necessarily a faux persona, albeit there are people who dons masks that was far from their real selves – all because of either malicious intentions or of an attempt to shield themselves.

It was just as the same for Lorraine – she wears disguises for her own benefit, for taunting individuals until she revels on their misery (aside from blood), or so she’d like to think so but it was more of walls to protect herself. And successfully it did, perhaps too much that she was so used in changing one mask to another they were slowly absorbed into her. And the fact that her heart was shut off, deliberately closed from any emotions made it a lot much easier. Lorraine changes masks as frequent as she changes her clothes.

And perhaps tonight, she needed a stronger façade. Her presence was requested at a ball that was rare but necessary as deemed by the ‘older’ generations of their kind. Mingle with beings of your same class, they say. One needs a day to socialize with people of their own, and perhaps take a break from interacting with beings beneath them – humans. A soiree of blood-lusting beings was set at a very secluded part of Anyang, in a Château owned by the oldest, and if not the most powerful vampire settled in Korea. Wealthy as he is he made sure all guests received invitations – medieval in style sealed in wax painted in gold. Too old-fashioned, Lorraine thought.

Given a choice she would’ve ignored such invitation. An assembly of the vampires would only mean one thing – that there lay a possibility of crossing paths with those she loathed passionately. The Romanov Brothers to be exact. However there also leaves a possibility of spotting the betrayer. That itself is enough reason to bring herself to attend. Behind the masks, she will certainly recognize the scent of a traitor.

Garbed in a simple yet exquisite dress, with diamond studded on the strap of one shoulder as black fabric flow elegantly at the length of her built, its color faintly changing to a brighter hue of red as it reaches the floor, Lorraine exuded elegance as she sauntered on the hall, Louboutin heels clicking with every step. Regardless of the red mask that covers half of her face, her countenance was enough to have garnered most of the attention, soft nude-colored lips then gracing each gaze with a smile. Again she had proved herself an allure of the night.

Left in isolation, Lorraine enjoyed the solitude as people sparked conversations everywhere. Truth be told, she was not one who fancies conversation with other vampires just because they share the same kind. She was there for a purpose – to look for the traitor, and if not, find clues helpful for her revenge. And maybe find something really noteworthy although she doubt she could. Parties such as this are always boring unless someone makes it interesting.

[xenoflight]

light.

[nessalochs]

clockwork.

[indiarrow]

trigger.

[ritaraves]

bombshell.