[Kachi]: 373.'Drabble' Fiction.Modern Fantasy.Mask

Mask

He turned the mask over and over in his hands, letting the feeling of glitter and paint slide through his palms. Lifting it to his face, he could still inhale the strong smell of some strong perfume - and with astonishing clarity could remember the face of its owner, the day he had stepped into the room of the masked ball. A slender figure in well-tailored fine red velvet, he had been mistaken for a daring young debutante by several gentlemen. The revelation that the face behind the mask was indeed male - albeit a beautiful, elegant one with full lips and a sensuous smile - had caused many men to choke, and many women to smile knowingly behind their feathers and fans.

Christian had caught his eye even then, those large brown eyes meeting his own across the crowded ballroom. Their gazes had been locked despite the dancers gliding between them and the fine butlers offering beverages of varying strengths.

And he hadn't realised at the time that it was the first stirrings of love he felt in his immaculately dressed breast when he set eyes on young Christian; now, however, after all that was happened, his heart ached and he wished that he had known then all that he did now, and had turned away from those beautiful doe eyes.

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Five minutes, 222 words. The prompt for this one was an image of a mask. It also reminded me of the second series of the new Doctor Who episodes, which I hope didn't come through in the writing. Wouldn't mind expanding on this one day.