Charity // [Lemour]
Feb 6, 2016 11:57:08 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Feb 6, 2016 11:57:08 GMT -5
Glamour Kinkade
your compliments look good on me
Glamour was not a frugal man, but he was also not an idiot. The sum that Leon had inexplicably gifted him would have lasted a year in his current lifestyle. A year. His head spun with the implications. But he didn't want to survive on charity; all of his adult life he had worked hard for his extravagance. So, he paid his rent, cut his staff, sold off much of his art collection. Now, the investment Leon had made would last for years, even if his life was a little shabbier for it.
The staff cuts galled him the most. When his doorbell rang - as it was now - he had to personally answer it, like some slave. Glamour stalked out of his bedroom, the curtains flung open so that he could watch the twinkling lights of the city at midnight. He tied a paisley robe around his lean form even as he looked through the peephole. He sighed.
He was still exhaling heavily when he pulled it open. "You're back," he said, unceremoniously. Back in the Capitol, back in my life. "Come to visit the poor house?" Glamour asked with a smirk before pulling the door wide and welcoming his lover in.
The staff cuts galled him the most. When his doorbell rang - as it was now - he had to personally answer it, like some slave. Glamour stalked out of his bedroom, the curtains flung open so that he could watch the twinkling lights of the city at midnight. He tied a paisley robe around his lean form even as he looked through the peephole. He sighed.
He was still exhaling heavily when he pulled it open. "You're back," he said, unceremoniously. Back in the Capitol, back in my life. "Come to visit the poor house?" Glamour asked with a smirk before pulling the door wide and welcoming his lover in.
