Damon had taken longer to arrive, finishing up some police business before slipping away to make a chaperone visit to the masquerade ball. And then, he'd had to throw together an outfit rather on the spot as well- and considering all that, he thought he'd done rather well.
It was simple and overdone all at the same time, and Damon was enjoying it. From the long, prideful fur cloak around his shoulders to the large cow skull just barely qualifying as a mask hanging at his head, the dark reds and hints of purple color, everything felt heavy in a very good way, royal. His teeth were more sharp and needle than ever, his hands twisted into black, hard claws, and artistic bruises painted his skin. He felt like the goddamn king of nightmares, bathed in the ego boost it all gave him, the aura and energy of it feeling like liquid gold.
And really. At any other time, Damon wouldn't let his thoughts get so laughably pretentious and silly, but it was a special occasion, so why not indulge? He was very skilled at indulging.
Halloween was a very good night for his kind, a real holiday that actually extended across cultural barriers. The whole season and feeling behind it, it was their lifeblood. Damon felt more in tune with everything around him, the magic in him singing, giving off danger but also a great deal of cheer and excitement. He belonged in the world more than ever and knew it well, ready to take advantage. Damon had more than just pep and pride, he had power.
Halloween was the best night, for a nightmare king.
(Damon's outfit)
@"Sashi"
Since the other green haired holder of his affections was currently hidden away and likely occupied, Damon went for his coworker first, instead. He really wasn't that hard to single out, not shying away too much, recognizable in colors and style. Well dressed as usual. He was talking to someone, but the boogeyman was confident that the other wouldn't mind a bit of an interruption and the chance to say hi.
Damon strode over, his usual lazy satisfaction more pronounced, shadowed eyes of the skull over his face glowing oddly. The extra edge to his energy gave him an easy path through the crowd. The flashiness the nightmare king held amused him greatly.
When up decently close to the much taller man, friendly and in his personal space, Damon slid his 'mask' over and to settled on his head so he could grin up at the other, sunny playfulness in his face and posture. It made him look younger, an odd affect to mix with his current aura and looks. "Hiya. Sorry I'm late," he purred, not very apologetic and all warm enjoyment.
