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rupert campbell-black ([personal profile] billions) wrote in [community profile] draino 2024-11-16 11:29 pm (UTC)

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[ he's taken a small, gifted towel from one of the shopkeepers, tossing it lightly about his shoulders in exchange for what might have become seven minutes in heaven, were he not inclined to seek out a meal of genuine substance. he's fresh off the heels of the polo tourney, stepping across the lawn with wandering eyes, a wicked fascination. it's then that he sees her – an impossible sight, a magical thing.

for the briefest of moments, rupert considers it a trick of the eye, perhaps some improper flash of light. after all, it can't be, ... can it? of all the souls to be whisked away with him by some unseen twister of chance, had something like fate finally dealt him a kind hand in this wonderland? ( taggie? )

he steps to her side as her tastes are preoccupied, moving in stride as she does. rupert has always admired her ability to operate in her own world; in fact, some part of him had even come to envy it. what must it be like there? what must he look like – some jaded prince slurring at the ground just beyond her tower? a brow quirks, his head cants. try one, they're amazing. ]


Tempting. Although, I can't imagine they hold much of a candle to yours.

[ he grins, then, waiting patiently for realization to strike, before – ]

Hello, angel.

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