[The thing about balls and fairy tales is that there are often romantic youths hoping to go, yet requiring that extra touch of help from someone else before they can get there. Namely, the magical aid of a fairy godmother. While Karkat deeply resents just about everything but the wings (and even those would be better in a different color - red sucks), things like embarrassment, personal shame, and secrecy have taken a back seat to the driving need to serve the role he's been given.]
[Curses are a pain like that.]
[Luckily the majority here either don't care about his blood, or don't know its significance. Let alone that wing color (and the accents of his dress) would be clue to it. ... Though, there is the Signless, his elder double in looks who is freer about his own red. Nothing's come of that.]
[But still, as Karkat hovers over a pathway, arms folded, he looks much like someone stuck here against his will.]
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[Curses are a pain like that.]
[Luckily the majority here either don't care about his blood, or don't know its significance. Let alone that wing color (and the accents of his dress) would be clue to it. ... Though, there is the Signless, his elder double in looks who is freer about his own red. Nothing's come of that.]
[But still, as Karkat hovers over a pathway, arms folded, he looks much like someone stuck here against his will.]