Mara liked the mask because it smelled like glue.
Paper. Paste. Fingers that had pressed too hard. It smelled honest — not like the ones in the shop windows that stared without blinking.
Chibi liked it because it changed his voice.
“Listen,” he said, pulling it down over his freckles. His words came out hollow, wrong at the edges. “I sound like someone else.”
Mara nodded without looking up. She was sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath her, cutting paper carefully.
“That’s because you are,” she said.
Chibi grinned. “Only for a bit.”
The room was warm. Too warm for the season. Someone had lit the lamp early. Outside, the street was louder than usual, but the noise came through the walls politely, as if it knew it wasn’t invited yet.
Mara folded a paper mask badly on purpose. One side longer than the other.
“It has to fit wrong,” she said. “Otherwise it stays.”
Chibi froze.
“Stays where?”
She shrugged. “On you.”
He pulled the mask back up and peered through the uneven eye holes. The room looked different that way. Smaller. Closer.
“I can still see you,” he said.
“That’s good,” Mara replied. “That means it’s working.”
He sat beside her, knees touching. He liked that part best.
Down the hall, someone laughed. The sound slipped under the door and stayed there, waiting.
“Are we allowed to wear them yet?” Chibi asked.
Mara thought about the rules. Not the written ones — the real ones.
“Not outside,” she said. “Not until it’s loud enough.”
“How loud?”
“Until the house forgets we’re here.”
Chibi frowned. “The house remembers everything.”
“Not during carnival,” Mara said. “That’s when it pretends.”
She handed him the finished mask. It was crooked. Soft at the edges.
“Don’t tie it too tight,” she added.
“Why?”
“So it knows it can come off.”
He hesitated, then nodded. He always listened when she said things like that.
They put the masks on together.
The room changed.
Not much. Just enough.
The corners felt further away. The lamp flickered, then steadied. Chibi’s grin looked wider than it should have.
“This is fun,” he said.
Mara didn’t answer right away.
“It is,” she said finally. “That’s why we stop first.”
He tilted his head. “Before it stops us?”
She smiled. “Exactly.”
They took the masks off at the same time and placed them face down on the floor.
The room relaxed.
Outside, the noise grew louder.
Mara reached for Chibi’s hand.
“Week One,” she said, though she didn’t know why.
He squeezed back.
“Just playing,” he replied.
For now.
MASKS & MASQUERADE
🜍 Month 2 · Victoriana · Gaslight Pulp Cthulhu
🜍 Week 1 — Definition through play
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