#libxrtaspxpuli: cosimo

[nottobecrossed]

@libxrtaspxpuli [x]

“Ssh!” Eden hissed quietly. A finger pressed against her coil of a smile. “You’re not supposed to reveal who another person is. It ruins the intrigue.” Though most knew who everyone was behind their masks. It was pretty obvious, if one paid attention. But the fun of a masquerade was pretending that you didn’t know who everyone was.

“I am enjoying myself. Being someone else for the night is a welcome respite.” She said before sipping her wine.

[nottobecrossed]

@libxrtaspxpuli [x]

“I can see that.” Scars like this usually were. But she had to wonder if it was an accident or not. Eden didn’t have any scars like this. Her husband liked her pretty and pristine. All her scars were on the inside. “It still hurts?”