#brutaled

yuliya felt almost as a foreign inside the ballroom. the problem wasn’t the gown or the occasion --- she grew up in such balls, learned how to behave just from watch the other noblewomen who attended them --- but the people. since the spring fête, her time was split in two places: where the “volcra” was, and her --- or sacha’s --- rooms. she wasn’t used to be around a crowd any more, and while she was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it, the excitement to pretend to be someone else for that night was blocking any bad feeling of hers. yuliya knew she wasn’t going to do something extreme --- but to stop thinking about all the problems going around her life, that thing laying on a cold table and the darkling’s dictator ways for, at least, one nigh, was good enough to be true. the search for a familiar face behind a mask stopped when she got a glimpse of whom she thought was natalya. yuliya was spending more time with her twin than with her, and if the ball was going to be where she would make up for that, then she won’t complain. “ nat ? ” she called uncertainly, as there was many redheads on the little palace --- but almost none of them could be as stunning as that if not the inferni. “ oh, i do hope it’s you. you’re stunning, by the way--- but i missed you. i feel i’m spending more time with thomas than with you. ”