Jan 3, 2024
Luca was hiding. His usual tactic at these balls, especially when he didn’t have the pleasure of following Hestia around to keep busy. He almost frowned in disappointment when someone entered the space he’d taken up in one of the corners, not because he didn’t like them, but just because he never knew exactly what to say— especially after a whole load of kids had just died so one could live— even if that one was Slate, who he’d wanted to win, it still felt awful to celebrate that kind of thing.
“I don’t really discuss sponsor funds until the new cycle begins” he said without even looking up from the beer he’d been holding for a while now to see who it was.
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