I love all the visual descriptions in this and how they carry an emotional weight too.
swallowed by velvet masks and golden light, by fluted laughter and clinking glasses and spinning dancers who haven’t paused to notice that something just ended. Something delicate and impossible.
Stands there in her pretty gown with her painted lips and her foolish hope, while the ghost of his hand lingers in her own.
disappearing between archways and tapestries and curling ivy, skirts whispering secrets to the marble floor.
Such beautiful imagery and phrasing. There’s a really ethereal quality to this chapter that I love and that fits the masquerade setting so well.
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AloftOnDragonWings on Chapter 3 Mon 28 Apr 2025 08:33AM UTC
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