closed.
He noticed the doors that opened out to the gardens, away from the chaotic ballroom and offering a moments silence — well, muffled sound, but at least it was less overwhelming. Still, he felt calm when he walked away from the scene. Nobody pestered him about not dancing, nor did he have to engage in a conversation about irrelevant matters. Yet he did manage to bring along his ( full ) glass. Only just taking a sip when he noticed her; gulping the liquid down due to almost spluttering it. “Rose?” He questioned, deliberately pacing towards her. // @roseraiss











