willbeshot:
@infernalle
Reaver was the sort of man that made every head turn– His form was magnetic; attracting the gaze of all those around him. He was a dangerous sense of alure in a world where most nobles were all essentially cookie cutter and the exact same. Being around him was a delight in itself, but having the opportunity to speak to him was like nothing else. His words were honeyed, smooth, as though he had been raised to be nothing short of a proper gentleman ( even though that wasn’t what he truly was ). One either wished to be him, or to be with him– And in the case of Salai, perhaps it was both.
As his slender legs carried him out of the throne room and down the set of stairs that had led into it, the Baron practically commanded attention. Not through words, but in the way he carried himself– Chin held high, cane in hand, and clothing in pristine condition. He was MAGNIFICENT– And as the corrners his lips toyed with a bit of a smirk, that devilish gaze of his eventually settling upon the form of a young man. One he had spoken to once before, but only briefly. An interesting fellow to say the least– He had connections. And, oh, that wit of his… With each step downwards that Reaver took, a piece of a silent plot began to form within his mind; as though he were already thinking of ways that he could bleed the other for all he was worth. And by the time he had taken that final step, he knew that he had found himself a new TOY.
❛ it is rude to stare, messere- ❜
salai was somewhat of a celebrity , though certainly not to reaver’s extent. he was in attendance at almost every ball aimed specifically at albion’s gay subculture , a magnetic , extroverted , & beautiful foreigner who could light up any room . he was amazing at party tricks & telling stories ( most of which were not true ) , & prided himself on his amazing acting talents. he was absolutely not a cheap date- it was glaringly obvious- & surprisingly he had no trouble finding people to be with. everyone adored him , from his scattered freckles to his ringlet hair , there was nothing not to admire.
well , of course there was the co-dependency , the crushing agony he was so often left with , & the lingering self-hatred of himself due to his sexuality. but that was easily hidden away by his intoxicating smile , his plump lips , & enough fine wine to keep him on the edge of drunkenness for a lifetime. of course , very few knew of the magnificent sadness that loitered in his deepest thoughts , & salai fully intended for no one else to know. especially reaver.
salai knew of reaver of course , even having spoken to him once while his own arm was looped around leonardo’s. but the old man had wandering eyes & a heart salai had already conquered- he was boring & decaying. he wanted something new- someone like reaver. a noble with a habit of giving into mortal pleasures- perfect. he decided that he had a new project , someone else to play with , unaware to the fact that he would ultimately be the one fooled in the end.
❛ but it is good to see you again, reaver. ❜
