Threnody arrived to the ball in a homemade gown. Every single pair of her jeans had been sacrificed to the effort and she couldn't be happier. She even had a little left over for her mask. It was the first time in ages she had an genuine date for a genuine dance. And her date smelled really, really good.
She had her arms wrapped around one of his and her face half-buried in his bicep, grinning like a fool as they came in the door.