elijah stepped into the ballroom, staring in awe at the room of pure gold and white. he had forgotten what these events were like.

he stumbled as jonah grabbed his elbow, pulling him into the crowd. "ah- jonah, careful!" he ran too keep up. the room was beautiful. the people were beautiful. it reminded him of his childhood. his mum had loved galas like this.

the other soldier beamed. "hurry up, elijah. i'm not going to wait around for you, you know. i saw a very pretty girl." he purred.

elijah sighed, shaking him off. "go and find her, then. i'm getting a drink."

watched jonah roll his eyes, slipping into the crowd. elijah sighed, taking a champagne flute from a server. it was nice out. snow drifted through the air outside, the room glowing a faint gold. it was high winter.