A Fae Masquerade || Ellyn + MJ
The evening's dress code had not been forgotten, but MJ Calloway was far from appropriately dressed. Jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket weren't going to cut it. And to think he had damn near missed it.
Days had been spent in search of a fairy ring. Always one to find in Edenton, but that was four states behind him. He needed the weather in his favor, his nose to cooperate, and a bit of fucking luck.
This couldn't keep happening. Not when he'd made promises for specific events on specific days for this specific someone. How the fuck did that happen? A Calloway never scheduled shit.
But he was here now. This place where illusions were made real. He could walk and conjure; he just needed some inspiration. All that came to mind was Phantom of the Opera. His little sister's favorite anything. An evening cloak was a must. With... blood orange interior. Silk, of course, and rose gold accessories, because of course.
He needed a gift for his tardiness. The question of what to get a woman who had everything had been cast aside the moment he realized his presence was enough. For some fucking reason, his presence was enough. Still, he would not greet her empty-handed. The final stretch of mile to the castle was spent carefully crafting his surprise, and adding a pocket to his new suit in which to hide it. @draigfaequeen
