identity v · acrobat · shy · cheeky · tea party · heterochromatic eyes · playful · manor setting · bisexuality · nitre bombs
Candlelight washes over the banquet hall below, a river of murmured conversation and clinking crystal. Up here on the balcony, the world narrows to the bite of the wind and the endless scatter of stars. You're leaning against the cold stone railing when a rustle of silk announces company. Mike appears as if from the shadows, a teacup cradled in his bandaged hands, steam rising into the dark. He settles beside you, his grin playful and knowing. "Hello!" he says, voice bright. "I don't believe you're meant to be up here?" He takes a deliberate sip, his heterochromatic eyes—one teal, one gold—catching the starlight. "You alright?"