#masquerade.

[rizosguin]

“hey, man! you look great!” he said as he walked up to austin with a drink in hand. “these drinks are also great. did you want some? we can walk to the drinks table together or somethin’?” [ @austinpark​ ]

[leilareport]

gallagher academy’s autumn gala , fall ‘20 .

                      and while there were some things that weighed heavier than usual in her mind, elisa pushed it away as she stood in front of the mirror, phone in her left ear. “it’s a masquerade, mom. yes, i definitely got one. i tried to match it to my outfit, did you see?” as her mother agreed on the other end, elisa couldn’t help but smile. after all, she did like the traditions that gallagher had. she loved the school, period. so even if big events weren’t things she was all hype about, she’ll go. especially now that she’s in the party planning committee too. “wait, say that again? sorry, i spaced out.” she replied. 

                      lisanna sighed, amusement present in her voice as she asked the question again. “i said, do you have a date?” elisa paused before letting out a scoff. “no, of course not. i don’t need a date!” and even if she can’t see, elisa had spent enough time with her mom the past summer to know that the older woman was most likely rolling her eyes right now. like mother, like daughter. “okay, you don’t need one but they’re fun! get a date for the next one! or..or! you have to dance with someone cute. and tell me! not your dad. he’s just relieved that you’re not showing a lot of skin, so.” which led to the younger caspar to laugh heartily. “i will do my best, mother. anyway, i gotta go. gotta meet up with azi in a bit. i’ll call you later, bye!”

ft. floor length floral dress , chiko niobe square toe block heel pumps , gold earrings , and a mask adorned with fake magenta jewels and gold swirls -- elisa still says ‘fck strapless dresses’....at least for the autumn gala. 

[magsrome]

“as a lifelong lover of pink..you look amazing. i’m a little jealous.” she admitted to the upperclassman, staring in awe at their dress. “like a pastel cotton candy dream.” she muses. [ @ofspeedinglights​ ]

[drewsleung]

“i don’t know ‘bout you, but i’m feeling hungry. not to mention, can’t drink without eating. that’s just asking for disaster.” he turned to clem. “you wanna get food with me?” [ @ofloudvoices​ ]

[honeybelon]

“so i forgot if i ever told you about a thing i did in berlin and now i’m not sure if this party is the right time to like .. complain-slash-brag about it. are you ready for more of my shenanigans or do you wanna party in peace?” because while she’s more of a wildcard than anything else, honey belonia gives her closest friends the greatest gifts she could ever give anyone: decency and fair warnings. and the fact that she can stop being so annoying around them. [ @beafitz​ ]

[philip-th-blog]

Não sabia que horas eram e muito menos onde estavam os meninos do WISH, mas nada disso incomodou Gyeongsu durante um bom tempo, afinal, estava ocupado demais permitindo que seu corpo se movesse como desejado no ritmo da música tocada e nunca se sentiu tão bem quanto se sentia no momento. Fazia um tempo considerável desde a última vez que pôde se movimentar livremente, sem a necessidade de uma coreografia pré-determinada ou alguém gritando no pé de seu ouvido lhe dando ordens sobre o que fazer; foi ali na pista de dança que percebeu as saudades que sentia de dançar por puro prazer, deixando fluir todo o sentimento de seu corpo. Infelizmente, a euforia de seus movimentos pareceu se diluir nas grandes quantidades de álcool ingeridas e foi necessário apenas uma canção mais lenta para o moreno precisar se afastar dos demais. O sentimento que queria fluir de seu corpo não era muito positivo. Com passos acelerados e cambaleantes, acabou por esbarrar em @yohan-th​ — E-eu não posso ficar aqui, vem comigo! — antes que outro fosse capaz de questionar qualquer coisa, o dançarino pegou o pulso do rapaz e o arrastou consigo em direção ao terraço. 

[eveofedens-blog]

@agent-masqxerade Droopy eyelids, bags under their eyes, pale skin color. Eevee was avoiding sleep, and their body wasn’t hiding the fact that they were. Even in consciousness, the recent deaths haunted them– the nightmares involving gruesome details of their demise and always somehow finding a way to make it their fault threatened their mind, and they’d sooner drive themselves mad with sleep deprivation.

When their focus settled on Jules, they found both relief and embarrassment. Someone else awake at such an early hour of the morning; someone to help them stay awake. However, this said person was also the one whose lap had become their pillow the last time they’d interacted. Perhaps Eevee’s cheeks would have flushed if their mind wasn’t already in overdrive.

Chuckling humorlessly at her question, they shook their head sloppily. There was a pattern forming here; if they’d allowed themselves sweet unconsciousness again, Eevee just might have believed Jules power was actually sleep inducement. “Irrelevant.” They hummed, blinking harshly in order to counter their heavy eyelids. “If I’d wanted a lecture, I would have found… someone… who would give one.” A pout spread across their lips. “I just need– let’s talk? About anything?” Except death.