#* royce

Looking for someone at a party attended by what she was almost certain was the entire island was almost as difficult as she remembered it being. Though she’d spent her time away from Grand Manan skipping from one place to another, it wasn’t exactly of the norm, for her to be at a masquerade. Once she’d let Eros off the hook to go battle his way through the soccer moms and widows - a sentiment that became more amusing the more she thought about it, Colette set herself upon the task of really looking for Royce. It felt like hours since she’d seen him, and some part of her didn’t like that, in the least. The murmurs of a panic slipped beneath her fingertips as she flexed them against the grand bannister and overlooked the crowd - searching for that familiarity. There. She looked up, spotting him across the room on the second floor, looking almost directly at her. It took only a few moments for her to join him, her arm slipping into the crook of his elbow almost instinctively, “There you are, you know how hard it is to find someone in this place? I feel like I’ve been looking all night.” Leaning into the bannister, she looked down at the dancefloor below and smiled, “So, how are you finding the island so far?”