𝕊𝕜𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕟 || Masquerade party outfit || PRIDE
His love for fantasy and period themes bleeds through his black and purple outfit. A contemporary take on Victorian elegance, after all, having a mother that owns a fabrics company comes with benefits. The mask is not extravagant, believing his own presence and the richness of style to be opulent enough for a thematic party at the winery.
Still, as a host — and honorary bearer of pride and opulence — silver designs decorate key details of his outfit, crowned of course by a perfect smile used to greet all guests. Gloved hands attentive as ever, bringing himself anything anyone may need at the moment. Incomparably angelic, but it is important to remember that most devils were once God’s favorite children.
A wooden cologne with soft flowery hues trail behind him as doe-like eyes stop on every guest and every corner of the place. The hairs at the back of his neck stand still, an unnerving feeling setting in his bones like in the old times. Still, everything seems in order. Sky tries to shake off the sensation, convinced that it is just mindless paranoia, that everyone is safe. He adjusts the jacket of his suit and runs a hand through already perfect hair, the night was about to start.
Child, you should have followed your instinct.
