closed starter for @ofintentions at the masquerade ball
if it were not for ophelia, theodore likely would not have even attended this ball, let alone would he have dressed up as a beast from french folktale. his typical dress was simple, structured and modern but as comfortable as formal dresswear could be. this costume, however, was anything but that. he pulled at the collar around his neck, feeling rather suffocated by it all.
he plastered on a smile as he approached his wife with two cups of lemonade. "my lady," he cooed, bowing slightly as he handed her a cup. "your lemonade." he smiled, wanting nothing more than to make her laugh, to make her happy. as evidenced, he felt, by the mask that he wore across his face. all for her, as it all always was.
"i do believe that we are best dressed," he thought aloud, turning so that they were standing side by side, observing the dancers float across the room. "and you, my love, are certainly the most stunning of the lot," he assured her, dipping his head to plant a soft kiss on her temple.