willow, oak & sequoia, too >> sam&rein
Apr 24, 2023 10:57:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2023 10:57:06 GMT -5
s a m p s o n c r o w e .
It's simply not an attraction until I'm there.
I think that's how the law works - wow, it's been a while! I haven't seen the sun in a bit, I swear living in Saturn City you just get used to the neon lights. I don't leave often, I swear each year I turn a little more into my mother. Different boy on my arm, different me at every turn, all I do these days is sex, drugs and fashion. It's a hard life, being me, can you believe it? I just had this huge commission for a certain Quartz's shotgun wedding though, so I think I deserve a little vacation.
It's hard work being the epicenter of success, ugh. I've been working on my body though, want to see? I think it's time we retire wearing shirts altogether, all I've got on is a pair of heels, baggy white joggers and a pink veil for discretion. These hoes are so desperate to clock me in public, I'm tired of the hide and seek - I'd say I'm tired, but they'd replace me in a heartbeat if I admitted it.
Know this: nobody is irreplaceable.
You're in until you're out, and once you're out, another hungry nobody is in. Not to say Reinhardt's a nobody; you see, he's been on my radar. I like to scope out success right before the moment strikes, because then I look like I was ahead of the curve without really trying that hard. Nepotism is the new 9 to 5, and he seems like he's good at it. Just good. I'll be the judge of perfection, I often am.
I bought out the entire monorail section so I can travel in peace. It's important to show up early; I keep hearing all these things about Reinhardt's abode that I simply must see in daylight. He doesn't know I'm coming either, if he leaves me hanging I'll just have to destroy all credibility he's built up. When they go low, I go lower, baby. First thing I notice when I arrive is the whiff of foliage that comes, in Saturn City you can't go a block without getting a second hand high. I haven't smelled a freshly mowed lawn outside of those knick-knack candles I picked up once visiting Nico in 12.
Now that's an attraction. It's so sad down there, I don't know how he lives there half of the year. Felt entirely new emotions on that visit - I plan to never go again, but it was a wonderful experience while it lasted.
There's a barrage on my eyes in the form of trees, trees and more trees. I travel alone today, and I nearly get lost trying to find the front door. The doorbell rings out a tune I can't pinpoint as the morning sun beams down, my baby soft skin protected only by the shade of a great pine tree. Magnificent, they have a purpose after all! Here I thought they were just needy decoration pieces, I wonder how many people he has to keep them living.
I pay millions for my single dragon enclosure, I can only imagine what a real forest must wager.
"Well, hello!" I say as the grand entrance pulls back, revealing none other than Reinhardt himself, a young socialite not unlike myself a few years ago. Becoming established is a secret in and of itself, but joining the ranks of the official stylists is a good start. I pull the veil back, revealing my face and chest as it cascades into its cape form. Everyone loves a 2 in 1. "Sampson Crowe, pleasure to meet you," I introduce myself as if he doesn't know who I am. He's cute! There's a scent of cedar- no, pine?- that follows after him, and I must say it's quite enchanting.
He's got potential for sure, I wonder what Romeo would think of him.
"Am I too early for the tour? I needed an excuse to leave the house."