ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ ᴛʜʀᴀᴄᴇ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} teachmepassion) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs, |
Theo had told Calliope she'd make her own way to the party, feeling like being stuck in a vehicle with Erato while she was all a-flutter about Apollo might be a little too much. It wasn't her biological mother's fault that she was so... easily flustered, but Theo also didn't want to have to deal with it. Calliope was much better at that sort of thing.
So after Theo stepped out of the taxi she gave the decorative edges of her red dress a few gentle tugs to make sure they were sitting right, and then reached up to make sure her mask was securely tied.
Perfect.
Theo made her way into the building. She wanted so much for every eye in the room to turn towards her, to admire her, but - as expected - that didn't happen. It was almost impossible to turn heads in a place full to the brim with gorgeous gods, and she was sadly used to that by now.
But she also felt no intimidation being practically human amongst them all. She had grown up surrounded by the Greeks. All of this was utterly normal to Theo.
She got herself a glass of champagne and moved around the party, smiling at people she recognised. And then there was someone she didn't recognise, an
Asian woman with a fox mask pushed up off her face.
Not part of her family or the whole mess of Greeks in attendance, Theo began to make her way over. When a drinks tray passed by her, Theo grabbed another glass without looking and continued.
When she appeared at the side of the immortal - Theo was going to assume everyone was immortal until proven otherwise tonight - Theo offered her the glass and smiled, "those pants are high-key awe-inspiring."