[ He's never been to a masquerade before. Or a ball. Or any actual, completely fancy party, despite how he dresses and acts. Sure, his mask is a little tight, but in all honesty, who gives a shit? He's having fun for the first time on this fucking island.
This is the most fun he's had in a while, dolled up in a fox mask and clothes completely foreign to him, but it doesn't take much of a glance around to discover that he's one of the more flashier people in the area. He takes a certain amount of pride in that, on his fifth glass of champagne already, barely buzzed, and dear God, the man next to him is wearing an extraordinary shade of blue. He picks up another glass, quickly emptying his own and setting it on the tray before the other passes, and quirks a brow beneath the Fox mask at the stranger who's refilled his as well. ]
Perhaps it's meant for comfort in familiarity. A singular identity may be hidden, but the commonality remains.
✦ ii. the masquerade
This is the most fun he's had in a while, dolled up in a fox mask and clothes completely foreign to him, but it doesn't take much of a glance around to discover that he's one of the more flashier people in the area. He takes a certain amount of pride in that, on his fifth glass of champagne already, barely buzzed, and dear God, the man next to him is wearing an extraordinary shade of blue. He picks up another glass, quickly emptying his own and setting it on the tray before the other passes, and quirks a brow beneath the Fox mask at the stranger who's refilled his as well. ]
Perhaps it's meant for comfort in familiarity. A singular identity may be hidden, but the commonality remains.
[ He holds his glass up. Cheers. ]