Harvest Festival
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Halloween, that time for mortals to dress up as anything without the fear of being judged, the moment of the year, or at least it was on that part of the colonies, it was perhaps their most interesting party, since she would prefer be in one of the beautiful masked balls of Venice or Paris, she’d prefer to dress as the death and dance through the streets, see candles representing souls float and turn a lake into a beautiful road of light. It was Amadeo the reason she was there, now Armand, but for her he was still Amadeo, the dormant child that never realized that she was a guard to his dreams every time he slept in her house.
She had picked an outfit he would recognize; renaissance, their youth, the manly male outfit that quick lost the masculine look when the tight parts just made her curves more notorious, in the past she would have done everything to hide them, to look like a teen boy and be able to run through the city, but nowadays she didn’t mind, she enjoyed the power it gave to her figure; she was a woman, a secure, independent and strong one.
Her gaze was stuck in a game, mortals made lines to see who cut the best pumpkin, so far the designs were interesting, but nothing exceptional. At last his scent caught her attention and she turned to the young male’s shadow that approached. She smiled. “I thought you would be late.”She said simply, turning to him, she had been the one reaching too early anyway.
