[Outside the Masquerade]
Misha, he'd arrived at the Masquerade late, and he wasn't even dressed right. Truth was, he'd spent the night wandering unseen, watching Damian dancing with Dietre. He hadn't felt inclined to dress up, grab scarves, or wear a mask, and that was 'fore Claire had messaged him 'bout the church, and 'fore his talking to Damian. And he'd spent his time talking to Damian high on the roof of the museum, time stilled for himself, and now he blinked down to the edge of the building's exterior, just near to the corner that led into the alleyway. There, he waited, arms crossed over yellow and dark circles under his eyes an extraordinary purple.