(.. Right, okay- okay-)
..The glare from Dabi.. could only be describe from the true giver of horror, the one most can not utter a word from.. that’s how just.. “evil” he seemed.. the chills that ran down their back, the oddly now.. weak feeling in their body, only made this fact worse. While yes, Dabi has not make one movement towards them.. It was still enough to give a sense of.. fear for their life, for at least a moment.
oki!
The masquerade was in full swing, the floor of the slightly decrepit and dimly lit ballroom packed with people, some dancing while others stood idly, chatting and drinking wine. The people looked like glittering monsters, all dressed in fairly muted colors with the occasional green or red or even vibrant blue, the darkness of the room magnifying the eerie aura. Sitting slightly above the crowd on a raised platform, the scarred prince lounged disinterestedly on his throne, blue eyes scanning the crowd with general apathy.
