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#𝖵𝖤𝖭𝗠𝟬𝗜𝗦. A DEPENDENT, PRIVATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER AFFILIATED WITH GILDEDFMS¹⁸⁸⁷ FEATURING RENE ARUNDEL, EROS BLESSED. UNORTHODOX BUSINESSMAN, ARUNDEL DYNAST ( BY BIRTHRIGHT ). PORTRAYED BY MILO VENTIMIGLIA. WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY CODY ( SHE / HER, EST, TWENTY3 ). MATURE AND TRIGGERING THEMES AHEAD, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

⁰⁰¹ˑ INTRODUCTION. ⁰⁰²ˑ DIALOGUE. ⁰⁰³ˑ PINTEREST. ⁰⁰⁴ˑ SPOTIFY.

#📍#dni.

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where ⸻ brunch at the dupont house. status ⸻ open.

though the dowager duchess seemed to believe that george dupont had chosen to die on the evening of the grand opening of her sponsored operatic performance in one last attempt to display his disregard for their attempts to join in the new york season ( on orders of his astor friend, edith assumed, as the woman seemed to pride herself on the control she had over high society ), it seemed crucial that the family show their respects at both the church service and the brunch, to remind everyone that there was no bad blood between the families, regardless of what had been written about them in the newspapers. it was strange to break bread with the family of the deceased when she would hear the vicious whispers that her mother stirred in one corner, holding court and planning her next step as though they were not at a somber event in the man's own home. hiding a frown behind the porcelain rim of her teacup, edith strayed towards a painting of the man, hung ostentatiously at the dining area. it now served as some sort of shrine, candles and flowers left at the table that rested beneath the frame. setting her cup down, she reached out to rub a petal between her fingers, staring up at the painting even as someone approached. ❝ ... did you know him well or are you just here to maintain an appearance ? ❞ without airs, her voice was soft, cutting through the distant chatter. ❝ it seems to me that there is more of the latter than the former amongst the guests. ❞

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#𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖤𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗟 ⸻ edith st alban,

IF THERE WAS ANYTHING RENE MAINTAINED IN STRIDES, it was reputation, and not a very favorable one at that. while whispers seemed to follow the st albans around the grand dupont home, they followed him like lost ghosts as well, hushed murmurs commenting upon the liquor on his breath or taking bets regarding whom would leave on his shoulder the mere second the brunch should end. he didn't let it bother him, however, the hearsay a constant in his life that he'd learned to live with overtime. what did bother him, were the comments made toward such a highly regarded and dear friend.

' well, you know me. ' he offers with a shrug, knowing full well edith had done little in the way of regarding whom she had been speaking to. he wasn't her preferred twin, but that mattered little to him. anyone who meant so much to alastair held a coveted spot within his heart. ' the only respect these people long for is their own, i'm afraid. all anyone cares about is reputation. ' he smirks, thinking about his own, before the smile fades and he focuses on edith once more. ' and what about you, have you come only to keep up appearances? '

#𝗋. 𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹 ↻ dialogue #𝗳𝘁. edith st alban.

#𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖤𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗟 ⸻ cecelia arundel, @agnsthesias. ↳ outside the service, mid day.

NOTHING MADE HIM MORE UNCOMFORTABLE THAN FUNERALS. he was not equipped to handle the grief of others, given that the second eldest arundel could barely process his own more often than not. sometimes he wished he were a better man, one capable of empathy and subtlety and much less of whatever overbearing personality traits happened to manifest for himself. this was why alastair typically dealt with any case that required an ample amount of care and tact, something rene lacked in great strides. ' i feel like a sheep amongst a pack of rabid dogs. ' he admits to his sister, stepping forth to stand alongside her. ' do you think the duponts would mind if we offered our condolences and left before this dreaded memorial even begins? '

#𝗋. 𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗹 ↻ dialogue #𝗳𝘁. cecelia arundel.#u didn't ask for this but i demand the sibling content <3

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starter for : anyone location : memorial grounds, after the memorial.

the whispered words and glances were enough for Alastair to wish to retreat back home. he hadn't known the late George very well, but he did respect his work and labor. he'd shown up at the memorial out of respect but also to avoid the storm of gossip which without a doubt would swarm the topic of the late man's departure to the afterlife.

standing a little to the side watching everyone leave the chappel he pondered upon the illness that had hit George so suddenly. no one truly believed it was an illness, but the police department couldn't exactly go forth with evidence in a case that wasn't supposed to exist. after all, a murder in high society could be fatal, and creating chaos amongst the richest people of new york would never suit any business. with a small sigh, Alastair watched, not wondering about the person approaching him from the side.

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#𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖤𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗟 ⸻ alastair arundel, @deprcvitys.

FINDING HIS BROTHER LOST IN THOUGHT WASN'T OUT OF THE ORDINARY FOR HIM. the only sons of the arundel clan may have been polar opposites, but the two understood each other better than anyone else on earth. this never stopped the endless slew of comments, however. i can't believe you two are related! alastair, you must be so disappointed in your brother. there's simply no way you two could be twins. rene knows the truth, but it does little to stop the sting that came with being compared to his brother.

' you're looking awfully suspicious lurking around here. one might assume you're repenting for some less than saintly intentions. ' a smirk at that, knowing full well that out of the two of them, rene would be the first to be questioned regarding moral ambiguity. ' penny for your thoughts, dear brother? '