→ crescent eyes smile at the man at his side, amused by his words and by the cluster of citizens enjoying themselves in their anonymity. he wonders how some would react if they knew they were rubbing elbows with the rich and famous or with those they consider less than themselves. he wonders, too, if the more ‘influential’ members of the community are enjoying their hours of freedom as much as he is. it’s not often he can spend a whole night acting a fool without the fear of backlash. with his relief, he adjusts his mask, an extravagant porcelain adorned with gold detailing, delicately framing his features and shielding the musician from curious eyes. he wears a matching white ensemble, specifically chosen by himself to oppose his usual attire of all black everything. when he hits the stage later in the night, he’ll be wearing his usual dark getup but, for now, he wants to mingle freely, without worry, and the man beside him has been welcomed company.
they’ve spent most of their time passing jokes about the cheesiness of the masquerade, blaqk throwing in elaborate stories of just what sort of ridiculous trouble some of these strangers would get in to if they knew who it really was behind the mask. but, as much fun as it is to tease the city for their event, they’ve both agreed the masks were a welcomed idea. it was best for the night, and perhaps best for the chance of pure romance, if no one could judge a book by its cover.
“i almost hope no one reveals who they were after this. it’s almost whimsical. if two of the same people happen to cross paths again, then maybe they can decide it to be fate.” he laughs then, amused by his own thoughts all over again. “cheesy and romantic. i kind of like it.”
「 feat. @hrxseth 」
