Through an entryway of Old Europe architecture—latticed beams and whitewashed walls, hung with welcoming banners—they crossed the threshold of the New York Renaissance Faire.
Julian climbed out of the car and ran his hands over his costume, tucking every fold carefully into place, and tucking all extraneous and embarrassing emotion behind the folds. He’d learned this trick years ago, of walling everything off behind The Role. Today he played a role within a role, carefree boyfriend playing at Renaissance nobleman, and that ought to make it even easier. Easier to button everything away.
Though the Faire had barely opened, there was hustle and bustle in every direction. Patrons and staff were hard to differentiate at a glance, almost everyone dressed for the setting, some quite extravagant
