masquerade ball

[totheskye]

The weekend after his birthday, Skye calls pretty much everyone he's ever met and invites them to this place for his birthday party. Which, thanks to Cory's genius, is a masquerade complete with live band and fancy-ass ballroom

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[metody_green]

Skye, that rat, gave him barely enough time to prepare. He had to use an old costume - but it's a good one.

Metody lurks off to the side in a drift of tattered silk in white and whiter, shot though with glimmering silver chains and softened with trails of soft feathers. His mask, too, is made of white feathers, shaped to sensitively fit a face already stylized by nature, and crowned with silver twigs and ropes of glass beads. He is covered from head to toe to fingertip, and even his eyes are hidden behind blank white lenses set in the mask.

On the other hand, there is a limited number of people in the world who are five feet tall and bring their own drinks to parties.

[totheskye]

"Still don't trust me not to spike the booze, mm?" he murmurs by way of greeting, kissing the silken fabric of Metody's mask where his cheek should lie beneath.

"Thanks for comin'! You look insane. Beautiful, but insane. That costume's incredible."

[metody_green]

"Not even a little bit."

But he sounds like he's smiling. He gives Skye a hug. "You should see what I do with more time. Happy birthday!"

[totheskye]

"You got serious trust issues, y'know," he laughs, not at all serious, winking from beneath his mask.

"I can imagine." He trails his fingers lightly down the fabric over Metody's side. "Did you make this? You talented bastard! And hey, thank you! I'm havin' an awesome time."

[metody_green]

"Yep."

There is a surprising thickness of fabric under Skye's hand, layers and layers of filmy transparancy collected until they formed an opaque whole - or near-opaque. Whenever bright light falls on Metody, the ghostly outline of his body and tattoos can almost be seen.

"I did! I'm very fond of masquerade. It's supposed to glow, but the lighting system was turn the last time I write it and I haven't had a chance to repair it."

"You look lovely too, by the way. Very dangerous."

[totheskye]

"I'd like to have seen that, but I think you're gonna get plenty attention in that thing already, without lightin' up like a Christmas tree. Everyone's gonna wanna know who's under there," he chuckles, fingers trailing teasingly over Metody's ribs.

"Thanks, lovely. I was actually gonna dress in drag, but in the end I went for the goth thing." There's heavy eyeliner and glittery eyeshadow beneath the mask, too, to complete the look when he removes it.

"Did you see the cake Casey baked for me? It's insane!"

[metody_green]

Her squirms away from his tickling hand, laughing.

"Oh, it wasn't like a Christmas tree. It was a sort of body suit shot through with light. This is nice, though - much less overtly sexual."

"I did not! Show me?"

[totheskye]

"Sounds gorgeous. And you're plenty sexy underneath." He grins, letting his hands fall back to his sides. "Any word on when the weddin' is, yet? I managed to talk Fred into comin'!"

He takes Metody's arm, leading him over to where the monstrosity of a cake sits on a corner table. "This dude is an artist, seriously."

[metody_green]

"I am modest and elegant. Today."

"I have no idea! We're still talking it over. Mostly, really, we're both still kind of reeling from the idea that it's actually going to happen."

"Oh, wow. That is nice!"

[totheskye]

"You're always a creature of elegance, Met," Skye points out with a laugh, and a casual caress to Metody's masked face.

"Reelin', huh? It ain't so unexpected -- who wouldn't wanna marry you? You're awesome!"

He nods. "The guy who made it, Casey, owns his own erotic bakery. He said he'd bake me a birthday cake, but I had no idea it'd be so elaborate! Dude's a savant!"

[metody_green]

"Yeah, especially in my metallic rainbow leggings."

"Ha. Neither one of us is good at commitment, or comfortable with it, even if we are crazy about each other. It's just...strange that it's happened to us, you know?"

"Dude, that's amazing. You have the nicest friends!"

[totheskye]

"Hey, I got those! Gotta love the rainbow leggings~" he giggles, chin on Metody's shoulder, happily affectionate.

"For commitment-phobes, you've sure been together a long time. What led to the decision to marry, then?"

"I seriously do. Y'all are the fuckin' best!"

[metody_green]

Metody sits, and tugs Skye down to sit on...well, beside him, with his legs over Metody's lap.

"A few years, yes, in our own way. It involves a lot of being apart. I was teasing him about getting married and having children, and he asked, and...it turned out he wasn't teasing back if I wasn't teasing if I said yes, and...er. I wasn't teasing when I said yes. So."

[totheskye]

Skye wraps his arms around Metody's neck, face tucked against his neck, brushing a kiss there. "Mm. You smell good."

"Aw, you guys are the most fuckin' adorable! Are you gonna do the monogamy thing? 'Cause if so, we gotta have some goodbye sex. I'll totally miss your gorgeous body."

[metody_green]

"Oh, gosh, no, neither one of us is suited to that. Especially not me. If that was a condition, I won't marry him. We'd be miserable and - well. It wouldn't be a good or lasting marriage."

"But we should have as much premarital sex as we can, anyway."

[metody_green]

He snuggles against him, hands settling on his calves.

"Oh, man, no! Are you kidding? I'm not suited to it, and neither is he. If that was a condition, we wouldn't have ever agreed to marry each other. We'd both be miserable, and - well, it wouldn't be a good marriage or a lasting one."

"We should have plenty of premarital sex, though. I'm all for that."