O2. Leone
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Halloween was always a bit of a trick to get just right. You had to be careful; all of the strong and the halogenic stuff was out of the question. Otherwise you'd spin out from the masks, the music or the excessive closeness of all those bodies. And, of course, you had to avoid the punch. At all costs. Leone watched the colours in the room sway and buzz in beat with the music. He blinked slowly. It felt as if the air was filled with the riches oxygen in the world. The whole room was glowing and breathing in the same rhythm. Elliot clapped him on the shoulder, drawing him back into his body. It felt a little tight. Uncomfortable. The golden lines under his eyes flashed every time a lamp hit him, distracting him "I hate you for this," Leone yelled over the music. Elliot grinned, revealing the smiley piercing he'd had since sixteen. "You look like a fucking whore," he yelled back, "but a really expensive one." Leone rolled his eyes and tugged on the corset that was hugging his chest definitely a mistake. The golden stitching lit up in the flashing lights, glowing softly against the deep black fabric. His entire skin was dusted with a golden powder that made him look radiant, and Elliot had gleefully re-braided his hair with tiny golden threats, a process that had taken him three fucking hours. Fuck whoever decided the theme was going to be a fucking colour. Leone took a sip from his coke. He rarely drank. It didn't mix well with whatever was in his system, and frankly, alcohol was just disgusting in the first place. A soft touch on his arm made him startle so roughly he spilled half his drink over his hand. He turned to find a little angel, glowing softly in the dark. Her skin was flush and she looked a little ruffled. Dark hair was spilling all over her shoulders, her dress, her wings. She was looking up at her with the darkest eyes he'd ever seen, making her seem almost supernatural wait, no, it wasn't the colour. It was the way she looked at him. Like he was the sun. The way you would look at someone who had shown up exactly when you needed them, meeting your highest expectations. That was not the way people looked at him. Leone opened his mouth to tell her she had the wrong person, but she jumped in before he could stop her. "Hi! Sorry to ask. Could you maybe help with She gestured at herself. That was when he noticed she was holding up her other arm in an awkward position as to not pull on the hair tangled in her bracelet. The blushes on her cheeks deepened. "I've made a bit of a mess of myself." Leone blinked, surprised. 'A mess' was not the way he would describe her right now. He stepped closer and smiled as her soft hair slid through his fingers. "Don't worry," he muttered, working the knots quickly. Anyone with his hair type knew how to detangle in record time. "You still look radiant." After freeing her wrist, he stepped behind her to free her little wings from her hair. "It's Sun, right?" The golden powder on his fingers was leaving little shimmering streaks in her hair. Someone crashed into his back and he curved around her to make sure he wouldn't bump her. "Man, it feels like they let in twice as many people this year, this party is way overcrowded." He finished by neatly draping her dark hair, now streaked with gold, over her shoulders, safely away from her wings. Stepping back, he smiled and said appreciatively, "There. All good." |
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