👥- Muse A meets a mysterious stranger, Muse B, at a masquerade ball, and feels unnaturally drawn to them.
Noctis smiled as he felt someone’s gaze fall on him. Felt someone respond to the magic in him as he moved through the ball. He didn’t emerge out into the world much anymore, it bored him, tired him but-
It was a special night. A celebration across all of Insomnia had called him down, as it always did, and so he made his rounds. Now, here, in one grand noble house’s ball or another - someone sensed something about him.
About Noctis. God of magic and destinies, a few other things, and once, a very long time ago, the king of the gods. He still was, he supposed, but he hadn’t bothered doing anything with it in a very long time.
He was dressed in a tight fitted black suit, with a jacket that flowed out almost like a cape embroidered in dark blue that was almost black, in patterns that seemed to change. His mask was a grand silver owl, with a cute beak that left just his bottom lip and chin exposed. The god gently sipped his wine, letting the man watch him for a while-
And then letting himself get lost in the crowd, only to appear beside him. He made sure there was no obvious signs of magic, simply appearing. “Are you enjoying yourself, sir? You seem preoccupied,” he said mildly.