Post by Pierre Beaulieu on Jan 24, 2021 21:51:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","prettytemp"] He casually stirred the tea, swirling around the egregious amount of sugar and cream he had added. There was little for him to do other than to wait. Once satisfied with the mixing, he brought the fragile teacup to equally as precocious lips. [break][break] Eyes the color of clear blue sky wandered to the window, where the cold winter outside dusted the landscape with heapings of snow. Tea was warm. Tea was quaint. Tea was always disguised as a meeting point for something else. [break][break] But it was his time, job, and duty as a member of the Diamonds of the Beaulieu clan, and even if he didn’t care for it, complaining meant saying ugly words. [break][break] And he wasn’t allowed to be ugly. [break][break] Everything prim, proper, as it should be. His lavender hair was tied up in a cloth bow, his outfit embroidered with the finest silks that the country could trade, his Mantle of Magic Knight was perfectly placed on his person. Eyes scanned the study as he leaned back in his ornate wooden chair, crossing his legs one over the other. There was a servant at the door, ready to open it once a certain member of the clan would come knocking, making their presence known. [break][break] Pierre continued to sip at his tea. It was time for one of his relatives to be announced as a member of the Magic Knights, and supposedly, it was his job to inform the other young heir of it. He wasn’t enthused, but it wasn’t something he would argue. But of course, he could question the meaning behind making the other mage a knight when throughout his life, he’d displayed nothing but illness and fragility. [break][break] However, the choice had not been up to him. The irony was that glass was so very breakable. [break][break] But what did he care, and what was he supposed to? As long as it didn’t hinder his path to the upper echelon of the knights, then it didn’t matter at all to him. [break][break] And so he waited, knowing that he wouldn’t be kept for long. | [attr="class","prettystats"]
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