ballroom.

Swirling bodies and graceful clothes created a beautiful flourish of colour against the light of the room, the music bright, as if each person had slipped through a faerie ring and danced until they’d drop. The angel’s eyes watched it all - wide, eager, and yet lost, trailing away and focusing on nothing in particular. Searching, maybe, for an excuse that wasn’t there, to leap onto the floor like he used to, arm in arm with a face that tried to hide from him. There was no such figure at the dance, however. Lacking the familiar shapes of those he called family too, the seraphim truly looked quite small, shrinking against the wall to stay safely out of the way for people actually indulging in the excitement of dancing. Still, he would occasionally pace a little, as if he had somewhere to be - in reality searching for anyone of familiarity to dwell beside while he worked up some confidence.