#masquerade.

gallagher academy’s autumn gala , fall ‘20 .

                      and while there were some things that weighed heavier than usual in her mind, elisa pushed it away as she stood in front of the mirror, phone in her left ear. “it’s a masquerade, mom. yes, i definitely got one. i tried to match it to my outfit, did you see?” as her mother agreed on the other end, elisa couldn’t help but smile. after all, she did like the traditions that gallagher had. she loved the school, period. so even if big events weren’t things she was all hype about, she’ll go. especially now that she’s in the party planning committee too. “wait, say that again? sorry, i spaced out.” she replied. 

                      lisanna sighed, amusement present in her voice as she asked the question again. “i said, do you have a date?” elisa paused before letting out a scoff. “no, of course not. i don’t need a date!” and even if she can’t see, elisa had spent enough time with her mom the past summer to know that the older woman was most likely rolling her eyes right now. like mother, like daughter. “okay, you don’t need one but they’re fun! get a date for the next one! or..or! you have to dance with someone cute. and tell me! not your dad. he’s just relieved that you’re not showing a lot of skin, so.” which led to the younger caspar to laugh heartily. “i will do my best, mother. anyway, i gotta go. gotta meet up with azi in a bit. i’ll call you later, bye!”

When their focus settled on Jules, they found both relief and embarrassment. Someone else awake at such an early hour of the morning; someone to help them stay awake. However, this said person was also the one whose lap had become their pillow the last time they’d interacted. Perhaps Eevee’s cheeks would have flushed if their mind wasn’t already in overdrive.

Chuckling humorlessly at her question, they shook their head sloppily. There was a pattern forming here; if they’d allowed themselves sweet unconsciousness again, Eevee just might have believed Jules power was actually sleep inducement. “Irrelevant.” They hummed, blinking harshly in order to counter their heavy eyelids. “If I’d wanted a lecture, I would have found… someone… who would give one.” A pout spread across their lips. “I just need– let’s talk? About anything?” Except death.