#gothammedieval

Jerome hadn’t planned on attending -- but Zatanna had seemed excited about going, and he actually felt guilty saying no to her, which was strange to him. At any rate it was fun to dress up, and maybe his brother would show up, too, so he could bug him. He was wandering around, looking for someone to annoy, when he spotted someone looking at the sword hanging from his hip. “Don’t worry, it’s not real,” he said, grinning at them. “My mom says it’s not a good idea for me to carry real weapons. Temptation and all that.” 

Lucius sighed, adjusting his costume and glancing around. He hadn’t planned on attending, but when the wrapped box with its green ribbon had arrived at his doorstep -- with no return address, but it wasn’t as though he’d ever doubted who it was from -- and he’d known Edward would be disappointed if he didn’t show up, wearing the costume that had been delivered to him. And, perhaps foolishly, he didn’t want to disappoint Edward. He stood watching others dance, nibbling absently at a plate of food. “Hmm?” he said, realizing too late someone had spoken to him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

MEDIEVAL GALA

MEDIEVAL GALA