[o] [SE] everything that we should be

To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed

They fell into a companionable silence as they focused on finishing their costumes. Soh was in the home stretch when Maea spoke again, holding up pristine black silk with flowing sleeves, and the Luminary looked it over eagerly. It was very different from the down that Soh had been working on, but she could certainly see how the robe would give Ludo vibes once it was complete, particularly with a mask to go along. "I think it looks great." Not yet finished, and not yet perfect, but certainly a long way towards the goal. "And I think you should do whatever mask calls to you, macabre or not."

Finishing one last row of stitches, Soh cut the thread with her teeth and tied it off before standing, holding the gown she'd been working on up against her chest. It was black and flowing, with sleeves that would hang off the shoulder in a decidedly more revealing way than Maea's robe. Different, but hopefully with enough darkness and liquidity to the fabric that it would be good enough. "I was thinking of a white mask with silver accents," she said, tilting her head at Maea. "I know it's taking some creative liberties, but..."

You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'

Sohalia