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@hispaniae
point count ( 10/05 to 16/05 ) claiming 23 points for teodósio point breakdown :
task : 1 x 15 = 15 points
replies : 1 x 8 = 8 points
total : 23 points
teodósio now has 61 points.
transfer to napoleone: 23 points
teodósio now has 38 points.
ELVYRA.
Location: The Louvre Status: Open
If there was ever an event Elvyra had wanted to pass up, it was this one. Any one, really, that she couldn’t attend arm-in-arm with a handsome distraction. The invitation had been enticing enough, mysterious and demanding, and a trip to France even more-so, but she was bored by it all. A charity auction? It was too tense and stuffy, no room for a single misstep, especially not as an initiate. But she was desperate for a bit of a mischief. Near the open bar she chose a seat with a jacket already draped across it for that very purpose, despite the array of available options. Just a cavalier swipe of her hand had it slipping to the ground, freeing it up to be perched upon, which she wasted no time doing. A conspirator’s smirk turned her expression feline as she flagged down a server with a cavalier wave. “Enough champagne. Perhaps you can figure out a way to deliver me the makings of a perfect tequila shot without earning me too many scandalized glares, yeah? This is a formal function, after all.” (x)
teodósio catches the tail-end of a remark he sorely needed to hear by just being at the right place in the right time. there’s not even a moment’s hesitation that enters his mind; once he hears it, he might as well have been a co-conspirator. sidling up gracefully to the ( he cannot help but notice: unaccompanied ) woman, he leans his elbow on the bar and makes himself comfortable. there’s a slight moment where he sends a pointed glance towards where she was sitting right now as well as the discarded jacket on the floor, before he turns his attention fully towards her, the ever-present wide smile decorating his face as always. ❛ well, hello, ❜ he says, stretching out the final word so that it takes up more syllables and space than it should on his mouth. he looks towards the bartender, though calling it a look would be way too generous: it’s a split-second glance, as if he considers the service staff so below him so as to not even merit a proper look. ❛ make that double, ❜ he says, already looking away and back at her. ❛ i’d love to get to know you better, querida, and i appreciate your top-notch ingenuity in this dark champagne-only filled times, ❜ he says, tone almost approaching something like flirting, before it’s broken by the deadpan delivery of the next words: ❛ but you’re in my seat, i fear. ❜ he looks down to the floor, where his jacket now lay rather disgracefully. maybe he ought to pick it up but, really, he’s got dozens more where that came from, and who knows what the fuck has been on the floor ?
OLIVER.
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Teo always looked awesome, but tonight, for the auction, Oliver’s buddy looked especially great. With two flutes of champagne in hand, Oliver walked over to his hand and made a show of checking him out. “Damn, dude, you look stunning,” he said before handing him a glass. “Do you have a date tonight? Am I stealing your attention away from anyone special?” Oliver asked curiously. He was fully prepared for Teo to question him about the whole Maverick bid, and the fact that he’d won, but Oliver wasn’t bothered by that. They were just friends. (And sometimes, he wished that were different, but it was very rarely. Idly, Oliver wondered if Teo could help him figure out his feelings.) “So, you wanna dance while we chat?”
❛ you look good too, bro, ❜ teo says, genuinely meaning the compliment instead of just saying it back for the sake of pleasantry. his eyes manage to land upon the two glasses of champagne that the other brought with him, and he quirks up an eyebrow in a show of curiosity before offering out an open palm, as if in expectation. ❛ well, surely, you aren’t going to drink two glasses all by yourself, oliver ? responsible drinking and all that. ❜ the statement, however, is utterly contradicted by the growing smirk on his face and the glint in his eye that promised some sort of mischievous delight. it’s clear he doesn’t really believe in the epithet but he’ll say whatever so long as the other male gives him that other glass. ❛ and nah, i’m flying solo for tonight, ❜ he says, before he lets out a snort. ❛ if i had a date, i fear that so many hearts will get broken that i decided to save them all from a night of pure angst. ❜ he straightens up and looks at oliver, a free hand fidgeting with the lapel of the suit he dons now, almost as if trying to study the other for a moment before he just plain gives up and straight out asks: ❛ and don’t you have a better time than to keep company the members of the lonely hearts club ? especially considering—well, the fact that you’re now worth some $300,000 less than when you started this night ? ❜ he asks, though there’s a note of gratitude present underneath that self-deprecation and joking around. ❛ but hey, sure, let’s dance. this auction so far’s been pretty uptight that it needs livening up a little. ❜ teo knits his eyebrows, looking for all the world like deep in thought about some serious philosophical problem, but then the image gets broken as soon as he opens his mouth. ❛ you think we can hijack the sound system in here or — ? ❜
+ Lu:
TEODÓSIO DE BORJA
POPPY.
location: the louvre featuring: @hispaniae·
it was only her second society event and her royal highness the princess philippa had dressed to impress. her emerald gown toed the line of being daring without being revealing and her hair had been styled carefully, the curls at the ends remaining just so. she did not intend on bidding tonight, though of course that could change depending on the pieces on offer.
she left her wrap at the coat check and took the ticket, carefully placing it inside the clutch purse she’d carried. as she turned to make her way toward the artwork and the sea of people mingling, she paused, a familiar face clear in her periphery. schooling her expression, poppy nodded, ever so briefly. “teodósio,” she said quietly, her eyes the only tell that she was anything but calm.
isn’t she a sight ?
of course, teo’s pointedly not trying to give her any attention but... well, it’s kind of hard to ignore her when she’s right there. even when he’s tangled up in a conversation, he finds his eyes straying towards her, and it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose. it’s like a scab he can’t help but pick, a wound left red-raw and bleeding; it’s a reflex, nothing more than that.
just as he thinks he’s finally got the urge down, though, stamping it to non-existence with all his might and will, she appears before him when he least expects it. ❛ oh, ❜ he says, upon hearing her greeting—and who even knows if the emotion in that brief articulation is surprise, dismay, or something else ?
( he himself reckons that he doesn’t know. )
❛ well, hello, your royal highness, ❜ he says, because formality and protocol can serve him where normal words fail. he doesn’t know how to interact with her, doesn’t know what the emotions behind her eyes are, and so he says nothing at all, falling instead to the comfortable zone of small talk.
❛ amazing pieces of art, aren’t they ? ❜ he says, already mentally kicking himself for how lame he sounded.
FELIX.
Felix thought best with his hands and his feet moving — and so that day, as full as his plate was, he was in the middle of the game room engaged in a game of Mario Kart. He lost this round, but went up in laughter with the rest of them when his best engineer won, toasting his red cup to them before standing and looking around. Just as he took a sip, a familiar figure approached him and a grin slowly spread through his features. “Gets the creative juices flowing. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he asked, tilting his chin, before finding himself faced with the other’s open palm, and within it, two small multi-colored tabs. His grin grew even wider, clapping the other’s shoulder and ushering him away from the crowd into his office. “I love you, you’re the best — this is exactly what I need right now. Not in my office, but we can head to my mansion and make use of my surround sound systems and my collection of artwork. We could also head to my beachfront property, but that takes longer and nature is better on shrooms anyway.”
❛ please, salamanca, ❜ he says, ❛ you’re the detour, not the destination. ❜ he closes his palm and puts his hand deep into his pockets once more, trying to look casually innocent in front of felix’s employees—though maybe he didn’t need to, and all of them knew all about their employer’s... predilections. with felix closing the door behind them, teo made himself pretty comfortable inside the other’s office, sitting in on a chair and resting his feet up on a desk, almost studying his salvatore ferregamo shoes. ❛ there was a conference in berkeley and i thought: why not pay my good friend felix a visit ? ❜ he said, stretching his arms and putting them behind his head. ❛ scored the tabs off of a few college students so who knows how good they are, ❜ he says, ❛ but hey, it’s not like you have better things to do, right ? ❜ he looks around. ❛ why not here though ? ❜ he asks. ❛ be a good boss and tell ‘em it’s their day off or something, i don’t know—but hey, if it comes down to it ? your crib’s pretty sweet. ❜
ELIZABETH.
In general she preferred to do her socialising in home or a cosy pub somewhere _( _you can take the girl out of the Toon but not the Toon out of the girl _) _rather than the more exclusive bars and restaurants of London. But where her roommate was concerned, she never had been able to say no and she’d quickly given in to their pleas for a night out. A couple of hours later and they’d arrived at the bar, dimly lit enough that it screamed privacy, only for them to get quickly lost in the arms of their newest fling. With a fond shake of her head she moves towards the bar to order her drink. Moments later and it’s being slid across the bar to her, only for another hand to grasp it before she could.
Gaze flickers over him, deciding that he looked familiar but the blonde struggled to place him - all the supposed elite seemed to blend into one after a while. Same proud entitled features and way of holding themselves. Whether she’d met him or not didn’t really matter when she wanted she drink back. “Sorry -” Vaguely polite smile was aimed his way “- I think that one’s mine actually.”
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there’s a drink that gets served in front of him and, going purely on autopilot, he picks it up almost immediately, already turning his back on the bar and his attention to his companion. the dim lighting of the bar makes it difficult to ascertain the contents of his drink but it’s not like he really cares—in the end, alcohol is alcohol so it doesn’t really matter—but then there’s someone almost crowding against him. he decides to move away, thinking it was simply someone trying to reach the bar, but then one of his mates told him to take notice of something behind his back so he turned and was met with a polite smile from some stranger he never met.
❛ is it ? ❜ he asks, and it might almost seem like he’s gonna hand the drink over but then he raises up the glass and puts the straw between his mouth, almost intentionally loudly slurping the contents of the drink away for an absurdly long amount of time before he finally takes a pause and lets it down. when he does, the glass is almost half-empty, which is... okay, kinda overboard now that he thinks about it, but... well, what’s done is done. ❛ sucks for you then, ❜ he says. ❛ i’m sure you can just order another one. ❜
ASTRID.
“they say you’re the best in your field,” astrid said, almost shyly. “i love the classics - art is my forte, of course, but they’re all great.” she raised an eyebrow. “all this effort, huh…what did you do?”
while he’s used to such words, the sentiment in them still sends a heady rush into his head. what else can his reaction be after a statement like that ? ❛ aren’t you just darling ? ❜ he asks, voice almost a purr as he comes ever closer to her. ❛ i mean, it’s more like what didn’t i do, y’know ? ❜ here, he’s going for some kind of mystique and allure, though who even knows if it ends up succeeding. ❛ but hey, ❜ he adds, voice low in an almost conspiratorial whisper, ❛ i have heard some things about you too. ❜
ANTONY.
something warns him he’s in a lot more trouble than he’d giving himself credit for ; but then again, his speciality’s being in way over his head all the damn time. can he remember what kissing teo tastes like? sure. maybe a little too well. but antony takes a sip of his whisky and offers his friend a cheeky smile. ( if he’s chill for long enough, everything would be totally fine. right? right. ) plus, it’s not like there’s a handy-dandy guidebook on what to do when you somehow end up sleeping with your best friend. this wasn’t an episode of gossip girl. for one thing, the two of them had much better cheekbones. and better hair.
“ i’d never, ” he insists, his expression absolutely innocent ; complete with something he would only describe as an award winning pout. it doesn’t last long though, and an easy laugh pulls from his chest. “ not until after the olympics, at least. plus –– ” antony interrupts himself at the brush of fingers, gaze momentarily flitting from their hands back to teo’s face. and then he looks away before he brings up anything from the last time they’d been this close. “ plus, how long would i last without you? ”
grinning –– it’s easier than thinking too much about everything –– he just shrugs. “ maybe just a few more sick games, ” antony says, still smiling behind the lip of his own glass. “ there’s only one way to find out what’s in it, isn’t there?”
❛ should i then say thank you to the ioc for precluding you from attempted poisoning ? ❜ he asks almost wryly, but the dry humour doesn’t last long because then antony says that—and teo’s left almost floored. see, shit like that makes teo think that maybe that thing that they were both clearly ignoring ( almost painfully so, if teo’s being honest ) was maybe, just maybe, not a fluke after all and there’s some sort of foundation there for—
for what ? he’s almost embarrassed to catch himself thinking like this, as if he’s some schoolgirl venting about their crush in their diary. in that analogy, even the schoolgirl has more dignity than him because the former at least has the excuse of puberty and all that rot to hide behind. what did he have aside from his tempestuous soul which was both too needy and distant at the same time ?
so he swallows past the sudden dryness in his mouth and bumps shoulders with the other, an ever-typical show of fraternity, and says, completely seriously, ❛ yeah, you’d be lost without me, dude, ❜ he says, and the last appellation comes almost forceful, as if trying to emphasise a certain sort of something. ❛ ugh, should have known you’d be the type to get drunk on power, you ass, ❜ he adds, before he looks uncertainly at the glass. he takes deep breaths almost as if this is something to be nervous of—and, hell, maybe it is—before he steels himself up and downs in it one go, and it’s like fire going down his mouth. somehow, he thinks that if he drank gasoline, at least it’d have a more palatable taste than this and then—fuck, he thinks he’s feeling the hit of the alcohol already.
he ends up coughing, using the back of his hand to excuse himself, before saying, in between coughs: ❛ yo, what the fuck. ❜ it’s not even a question anymore; it’s just said to be said, and now it’s out there.
BOCEPHUS.
”And yet we still have to name drop to keep ourselves relevant, isn’t that nice? I’m sure you’d do well around people you consider academics – the same type of old blooded folk who kiss each other’s asses and try to outwit each other using subtle passive aggressive commentary. I guess they have you now to do the kissing for them, though, you must be so proud of yourself. Your family name has never been more notorious.” He heard a gentle clink behind them; it must be dinner soon. “I can’t argue with someone who insists they’re always right– I mean don’t get me wrong, arguing is like a past time to me, but we’re supposed to be playing nice here and wasting more breath on you seems to really tarnish the reason I’ve been invited here in the first place. If you have a problem with the wine you should probably bring it up with one of the members, but seeing that you’re probably drooling at the thought of membership I’m sure you’d most likely shut the fuck up and drink your wine at the end of the day. Like a good pet,” Bo added with a small nod at the stranger’s own glass, “Go on.”
at first comes confusion; then comes silence. he lets the other rant. it seemed like the other needed it, anyway. perhaps teo was doing him a kindness at this point, existing as he is in this moment as the other’s soap box and sounding board.
then, he can’t help it. he sips—rather loudly—from the glass of wine he’s holding, the one he just shittalked seconds earlier. it’s a clear sign of rudeness but... well, teodósio’s always known he was kind of a little shit, so—there’s that.
❛ you, my friend, are in need of a therapist, ❜ he says, almost amused. ❛ or perhaps just someone to talk to. jesus christ, do you hear yourself ? ❜ he sets his tone to a bored, lazy kind of drawl, almost so that his words flow together in some sort of wine-infused rhythm. ❛ you never stop talking, do you ? ❜
as if to prove a point, he sips his glass of wine again. ( in his head, a fleeting thought: dear god, why do the italian wines suck so much compared to the spanish ones ? ) ❛ and yes, i would love to be a member, hence my presence in this dinner, ❜ he says. ❛ now i don’t know about you but you’re sounding almost like you hate it here—which is why it simply befuddles the mind as to why you’re... well, in here and talking to me. ❜
is there anything you keep hidden about yourself?
❛ idk, that’s a vague question ! but depending on who’s asking, i’m probably fucking your dad—so does that count ? ❜
So who do you think you'd have the wildest sex with ??
❛ like—in the world or just in the society ? because i know some couple of people in berghain that are, like, super down for anything... and i do mean anything ! but if it’s with society people then, hm, let me think...
i mean the grand archon’s got to be a no brainer, right ? aside from him, there’s hank, but i’m personally afraid that his wife might actually kill me if i so much as look at him with that kinda gaze. there’s also that prime minister dude from italy. shame about the fact that he decided to pick up detritus for his consort, because i’d have been more than willing. maybe also amelia ? i’d literally let her step on me with heels. for someone closer to my age, maybe ... uh, who knows ... that billionaire boy i had a tiff with ? sounds like he could be fun for a tumble or two. ❜
if you had to pick one feature about yourself you hate the most, what would it be?
❛ obligatory how dare you, fuck you, i’m perfect, i don’t hate anything about myself, i’m god’s literal gift to mankind, yada yada bullshit but... to answer your question, maybe my complete inability to—ugh, this is disgustingly sappy and how dare you put me through this ?—admit vulnerability.
—aaaaaand now i will literally pay you a hundred euros to go fuck off and forget about this shit. ❜
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KANE.
Kane is quick to cover their smile before speaking, though a smirk is fighting its way through. "I have no idea what you’re talking about- I didn’t see a thing just now.“
the protest gets waved away with a dismissive gesture of his hand. ❛ nonsense, ❜ he tells them, though the drink is slurring their words. ❛ big, buff man about yea high ❜ — and here he raises his hand well above him — ❛ he’d have been noticeable at the very least. ❜ a frown decorates his lips, a worried look flashing across his face. ❛ been trying to avoid the chap—you think it's the bouncer ? ❜
