The Truth Is I Already Wanted To Finish This Drawing But I Lacked The Desire, I Only Needed The Background

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Alright, Theo. Go through it one more time. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check — if he needs it, he's not sure that he will but it's smart to be prepared. Keys? He doesn't need his keys, Felix should have his keys. He puts his keys in his pocket anyways.

What else, what else…

OH! Oh. Mask. He almost forgot about the mask. He scoops up his mask and carefully places it on his face. It's a little bit big and feels kind of weird on his nose, but it looks nice! It works well with his outfit and frankly, Theo thinks he looks rather spiffy all dressed up like this. He looks at himself in the mirror. Definitely spiffy.

What a lucky find his trousers were! And thrifting them made him feel good. It was always nice to use his own money to buy something — especially when that something was clearly well loved by someone before him. It makes him feel a bit more normal, he supposes. Like he's rightly part of something!

Right, he's ready to go. Now all that's left is to… get there. Wherever there is, exactly. The directions don't, ah, exactly make sense? But Felix had, apparently, made it there safe? So he was probably going to be fine. Theoretically. So long as he doesn't get himself turned around. And the thought of getting turned around certainly doesn't make him nervous. Not at all.

His (not!!!) worry turns out to be misplaced, though! He finds his way to the gala remarkably easily, in fact! Though... if you asked him, he's not sure he could explain what exactly he did to get there? He just manages it.

And now that he's here, it's really nothing like he was expecting. Calling it outside of reality didn't quite prepare him for the fact that it was... nothing. A white space that seemed to stretch on for forever even despite the fact that there were rooms. Which meant there should have been an end, right? Walls? It makes some sort of sense, maybe, if this really is what the invitation said it was.

Theo looks out at the sea of bodies. Some of the people here seem to be about his age. Some are a bit younger. Some are... much younger. He flinches at the sight of a face that looks much like his own, coated in blood. Kids with haunted looks in their eyes, just barely disguised under extravagant masks. He inhales, shaking off memories he'd gotten really good at handling. Because he's nearly an adult and can take care of himself.

His eyes finally catch on a familiar mask and he finds himself letting out a relieved sigh. He was more than a little bit worried that he'd have a hard time finding anyone he knew. It's not too full here, but there are enough people around that he's sure he'd end up dizzy if he tried to search for too terribly long.

"Lex!" Theo calls, making his way through the crowd and to his twin, "You look great!!!"

"And you," Felix retaliates, folding his arms over his chest, "Look like you ran your head under a humidifier. Honestly, Teddy, you've got to take better care of your hair."

He huffs, smoothing out his blouse. Not everyone had hair as good as Felix's! Especially not him! Theo's not exactly certain how it works out that way, but his hair has always been much frizzier than his brother's. He's tried just about everything under the sun to get it to lay straight, but it balloons up whenever he so much as looks at it wrong!

"It was better when I left." He defends weakly.

Felix raises an eyebrow. "Right."

"It was!!!"

"I believe you." He says, making absolutely no indication that he believes Theo even a little bit.

From one of the many pockets in his outfit, Felix produces a comb. Theo groans, but begrudgingly leans forward so he can whack at his hair with it. With a cup of cold water and a much too expensive comb, Felix makes quick work of the glorified ball of lint sitting on top of his head.

Jeez... you'd think he'd care less about appearance after all this time. But no, as rough around the edges as Lex likes to come off, he always makes sure he looks good. How much of that is to keep dirt from staining his clothes and blood from drying on his scalp, Theo won't ever know for sure. But his impression on people still obviously matters to him a lot — even if he's going for a different one now. And that presentation tends to still extend to Theo.

It's — maybe just a little — frustrating. Sometimes. A bit. But he can't be too annoyed because every time he gets a touch up from his brother, he does end up looking better. So when he turns his phone camera on to get a look at himself and his hair is smoother than it's been in weeks: he can't help but be as envious as he is grateful.

"Thanks, Lex." He says, deflating a bit.

Felix either doesn't notice or he pretends he doesn't (it's kind of hard to tell what he's thinking sometimes), and nods once, folding the comb and returning it to his pocket labyrinth.

"Not a problem." He responds, flicking his hand free of water. His nails are painted and he's wearing fingerless gloves, but none of that hides the bruises on his knuckles.

Theo flexes his own fingers. His hands cling to stains from gardening that no amount of washing can quite get rid of. His fingertips are calloused. But... his nails are clean. They aren't painted because he doesn't have blood dried under them to hide. His hands don't hurt to ball into fists for punches he'll never quite have it in him to throw.

"Well!" He claps his hands together, "I'm sure you've got things to do. Lilys to cling to, I won't keep you!"

And he revels, maybe just a bit, in the way that Felix lights up like a Christmas tree at the implication. He sputters, trying to find the words to defend himself, and quickly devolves into embarrassed muttering. Theo laughs and it does nothing to ease his brother's bashfulness, but it does wonders to brighten his own mood.

When Felix eventually rights himself, it's by covering his face with his hands for a long moment. He glares daggers at Theo, but there's no true fire behind it. Not anymore. "I do not cling to her."

"Sure you don't."

"I don't!" He barks out, voice just a bit shrill. "And even if I did, which I absolutely do not, I think I'd be well in my right to! We're dating. It's only natural."

"Mhm."

"Teddy." He pleads.

Theo grins, drinking it in, "Yeah, Lex?"

"Urgh. Just... take care, why don't you? Go do whatever it is that you do at parties."

"I will!"

Theo admits that he doesn't have a lot of experience with fancy parties like this, but it's fun to tease Felix about it and this feels like the best escalation of that. Or... it does until he catches something juuuuust as he starts to walk away.

"Before I go, you should probably know that you've got lipstick on your teeth."

And he walks away before he has a chance to respond.

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