#tlgmasquerade

[jazymartinez]

RUNAWAY ; open

as easy as it would have been to stick by gabriel's side all night-- and really, she would have been perfectly okay with hogging him all to herself-- she couldn't be selfish with him. he had friends to find, people to socialize with. jazmine had her own share of friends she could have been interacting with as well. instead, she found herself hovering near the refreshments, squinting whenever she thought she might recognize someone. reactive adaption would have been great if it worked on command,like for instance, if she could suddenly develop some kind of x-ray vision to see beneath the masks of strangers and friends alike. nothing was that easy, not for jazmine.

she had been able to find a few people in the crowd, but for the most part, it was a lost cause. any of those masks could have been hiding her worst nightmare, or his counterpart. the last thing she wanted was to run into one of her demon foes, not when leon liked nothing more than to get under her skin. she couldn't risk it, so she faded to the background, carefully sipping on a little plastic cup filled with punch that was rather unfortunately not spiked with anything exciting, hoping that she didn't spill it on her white dress. she hadn't even noticed she was staring at somebody, squinting to see if she recognized them until she made eye contact with the mystery person. "sorry," she blurted out quickly. "i didn't mean to stare. i mean-- well, i wasn't staring. well kind of i-- sorry, i just thought you were somebody i knew."

[jazymartinez]

THINKING OUT LOUD ; jazmine x aiden

the ballroom was a mess of faces, both familiar and not, all veiled underneath fancy masks. it was pretty easy to tell the sinners apart from the saints... at least, what they wanted to be viewed as. she knew better than to think that everybody had chosen a costume that matched their identity. maybe that was the point, that the ball was a place for saints to be sinners the visa versa. the brunette's own costume had been an obvious choice from the start. white dress with gold accents. she hadn't even considered the alternative. not until she got to the masquerade, that is. there, she found herself wanting to be someone else, even if just for a night. could she have pulled off a little black dress or fiery red lipstick? surely somebody would have called her bluff. she was a little too saint to be anything but.

like many other angels on the floor, jazmine found it easy to get lost in the crowd, searching face after face for any sign of familiarity. she didn't know what she was looking for. a distinct pair of eyes or a friendly smile. perhaps a laugh she could recognize, or simply a voice. nope, nothing. finally, she spotted somebody familiar. "nate!" she exclaimed, grabbing the arm of the man she knew at least a little, thanks to her friendship with lexi. the beaming smile fading from her lips as soon as it appeared. "not nate," she corrected herself quickly as she realized her mistake. she shook her head slightly, her lips forming a tight line. oops.

[jazymartinez]

If only I could adapt to wearing heels.