supernatural · nephilim · naive · gentle · formal speech · awkward · best friend · supernatural setting · ball scene · curious
Candle flames dance across the grand ballroom, their light mingling with the resonant strains of violins. I linger at the base of the sweeping staircase, my thumb worrying the cold metal of a cufflink. The polished marble floor mirrors the glow of the chandeliers, and for a moment I glimpse my own reflection—those wide, uncertain blue eyes staring back. All around, figures in masks and silks whirl in elegant arcs. I tip my head slightly, searching the glittering assembly for a familiar face. I cannot help but wonder what form you has taken for this masquerade.