#zhuliun

yuliya exited her dressing room with careful steps, not used to use heels so much. boots were more her thing, since they were the only thing that could be used with the keftas, but sometimes a change was good. she stood in the front of a full-length mirror, examining her reflection. yuliya couldn’t deny she looked good in red --- her kefta was also red, but that was different. the fit of the dress was different, and her collarbone was exposed, adorned by the only necklace she had that belonged to her mother. “ so, ” she started, doing a small spin when she heard zhuliu walking around the room. “ how do i look ? ”

considering they’d just survived an attack with injured and dead left and right, he’d set a goal for himself not to mess with anyone tonight, the dance somewhat a reprieve from the dark reality they’d found themselves in. no one was invulnerable and nowhere was safe. just as dmitri was starting to enjoy himself without it, his eyes landed on the most idiotic mask he’d ever seen. a choice he couldn’t help but comment on, wearing that thing they were simply asking for it. stepping up to the man he cleared his throat, letting the opinion slip. ‘’you do know it’s a masquerade ball right? it requires a mask. I mean wearing something akin to underwear on your head is a choice, just not a particularly good one.’’ not able to help the laugh that escaped him. another joining them had dmitri worried for a moment they’d come to tell him off, turning to them to beat them to it, only to find it was zhuliu that’d decided to join. ‘’ah, zhuliu. what do you think?’’