He'd been intrigued by the notice of a party for Saturnalia, and had felt drawn to attend. He'd chosen to go as Cupid, for reasons he couldn't explain. He arrived in a white toga, a quiver of arrows at his back. He wore sandals, and his hair curled at the base of his neck. He hadn't even planned that, it just sort of happened.
Passing a mirror, his first thought was that he looked ridiculous. His second thought was that he looked like a sweet cherub. Odd. He almost talked himself out of going tot he party, but then all at once he realised he was there, walking toward the church and going inside.