If there was someone who never dressed less for Halloween, it was Perseus Altair.
He may not have been a spirit magi, but like many other magi, he was greatly endeared to the holiday and the magic in the air tingled against his skin. Every year he would make his costume himself. A quick set from the store would never cut it and now that he had money, he didn't need to thrift several articles of clothing to stitch them together into the style and shape he sought. Now, he had the means to buy the fabric and pieces he needed to sew from scratch for himself. The pictures he took after and uploaded socials was an advertisement for his work in itself.
The only issue with his growing name was that with all the more orders from the socialites, celebrities, and wealthier folks, he had less and less time to make his own personal outfits. He had nearly decided to wear an older costume with small alterations. It was Stella announcing she was holding very first Halloween party that made him stop in his tracks. If he was to attend, and of course he would, he would have to make something fresh. He hated being lazy, and he would hate himself more if he showed up to her party in a recycled costume, no matter how fabulous.
To make sure he looked his best, he spent the days before Halloween speeding through his work. Sewing on a button to that shirt the son of the Were commissioner wanted, embroidering birds onto the dress the fae singer Layla ask for, pinning his next design onto the mannequin before he forgot, answering calls when high end customers were desperate to speak to him, and sleeping when he had time in between. With the other holidays so close by, there were just so many orders and while he had the help of his employees, he had a small staff, all handpicked by him. And only three of them were allowed to touch the clothes.
Perhaps the waitlist and the small team is what drew those upper class and nobles to his door. Second to his quite literally magical designs. A sprinkle of stardust and it was good to go.
But during the small pockets of time to himself, he worked bit by bit on his costume, so when he was finally free on Hallow's Eve, he prepared himself an hour or two before the party. He was focused on doing his makeup, using bright colors of pink, red, and blues, drawing a star on to his left eye and other smaller ones on his face like a splatter of freckles. He was distinct in styling his curls, fixing his ringlets into smaller bang like designs against his forehead.
The final step was to slip into his costume. With the black wide legged pants with a metal star belt tied through the loops, a colorful flower patterned lace bralette underneath a ruffled white shirt and long black coat, and black heeled boots, he was a standout and glam rock star. He slipped rings onto his fingers, careful not to ruin the shimmering coat of black and blue nail polish he painted on, and wrapped a small black scarf around his neck.
He was conflicted on whether or not to add the newsboy cap, but decided to let his hair be free. He worked too hard to perfect his hair to hide it. So, he threw on his round rose-colored glasses , blew himself a kiss and walked out the door. First stop, the bakery.
He hadn't enough time to prepare anything himself for her party. Which meant he was going to do the next best thing, buying her the best baked desserts their big city had to offer:
Just Desserts. He had ordered the boxes of cupcakes days ahead, so he was in and out within five minutes and on his spooky way to Stella's.
The party had already started. He could hear the music spilling out from underneath the door as he approached it. As he reached for the door knob it was opened by an excited couple with dopey grins. He smiled at them and slipped through, holding the boxes of cupcakes close.
"Stay out of trouble you two," he joked as the door closed behind him. He beelined for the table to find it covered with snacks and drinks already. To the kitchen then.
Percy was surprisingly quick in heels, and recalled just enough of the floorplans to remember where her kitchen was amongst all the spooky decor. He set the boxes onto the counter with a huff once he made it. He was half tempted to have one now to reward himself. But he was determined to find Stella. So, he got a drink first and danced around the room and to her when he caught that colorful hair of hers.
"Starling!" He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, hugging his closer.
"Or should I call you Miss Milo Thatcher?" He took her hand, raising it above her head and looked her custom up and down. He couldn't help but appreciate the work put into it.
"Any new discoveries made tonight, professor?" He kissed her cheek.
Percy
almost, missed the red haired girl beside her.
"Hello," he waved to the skeleton.
