Cut me and I bleed Dior
- Unknown
Leighton’s father is a fashion designing legend, and his mother his father’s greatest muse. Swaddled in cashmere and fed with glinting silverware, it’s no wonder he turned out the way he did. He’s lazy, acrid, spoilt, and sick to death of the attention given to him by everyone he doesn’t want it from. People disgust him, and yet he can’t escape them. He finds himself above, everyone else a stepping stone to get him to the next pedestal of life. You see, though he hates the doting - he needs it. He cultivates it and feeds them by hand. He thrives in it.
The only ember of light he deems worthy of his time is his sister, Mabyn. She loved him even before she could understand why everyone else claimed to. She trailed after him and remembered his favourite colour, painted over his stylised bedroom walls a mural of childish stick figures and circles, and he shielded her from her nanny and his parents when they found out. He likes to think that he protects her, and though she lets him continue to think so, she’s outgrown her adolescent adoration of him and instead shows a great fondness for him. She’s intelligent enough to know he’s a prick and that he isn’t a good guy, but he doesn’t have to know that.
Llywelyn only cares about himself and is a thorn in Leighton’s side; the second child to parents who actually adore each other, but are incapable of understanding that they produced offspring or how exactly to take care of them. He’s manipulative and a shadow amongst a crowd, who delights in taking Leighton down a peg because he’s capable and nothing more. Or maybe he enjoys the flinty glare and promise of retribution Leighton turns on him when he’s realised what’ll happen before it takes place.
His parents, bless them, are too invested in themselves to see their children as individuals. They’re like beautiful dolls to them, tiny, beautiful mysteries to dress up and parade around. There are no family dinners, no helping with homework over the holidays, no trips to visit relatives to brag on their successes. There are birthday cards and socialisations, play dates with strangers, and only the very best schooling for their little darlings. At least those little darlings knew how to make the most of what they were given.
Leighton wants to excel, he wants to reap the benefits of the hard-working man - without actually having to be that man. He’ll take the easy way out without a second thought, and believe he’s in the right by doing so. Those who disagree with his methods, behaviour, and/or language usually meet the sharpest edge of his tongue. He’s proficient in unspoken magic, if only because he’s so used to keeping his actions and expressions in check. Outwardly speaking his actual thoughts would not be popular opinion, and thus he keeps his following happy.
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