coepto | [ clue event one ]
Apr 1, 2019 12:11:11 GMT -5
Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Apr 1, 2019 12:11:11 GMT -5
His living quarters were bigger than his entire living room back home, even with twice the furniture occupying the space. He hadn't bothered past exchanging pleasantries with his roommate, a boy who held his chin high and his fists clenched, and had resigned to quietly changing into one of the too-expensive outfits he'd found in the closet with his name on it. The jacket itself was likely more expensive than anything he owned, sleek and black and simply elegant. He tried not to pay too much attention to the foreign creature staring back at him in the mirror by the floor-length window. The one who could've easily come from money. The one who had grown up with a life of ease, a soft bed of cash to catch him when he fell. The Adrien Nox who'd always known his father.
"We should probably head out soon," he remarked to Blaine. Dinner was supposed to be at seven o' clock sharp; he hadn't gotten the vibe that being fashionably late was something Malcolm would approve of when the workers were explaining things. Be prompt, they'd said.
He finished putting on his cuff links, smoothed his hair over one last time before walking toward the door. Though something told him Blaine would be better kept at a distance, his manners wouldn't let him walk out without saying something. Quietly, he looked back at the boy.
"Uh, see you there?"
The hallways were wide and cavernous; he had to crane his neck to look at the ceiling. Each footstep echoed as if announcing him before he entered the dining room, full of its dark wooden floors and plush red rugs. The velvet curtains hung heavy and untouched, purely there for decoration. Perhaps that was the truest sign of wealth: buying things for reasons other than practical use.
He was one of the first to arrive, though the others all circled in soon after, taking a seat at the world's longest table. Smells of roasted meats and fresh vegetables made his mouth water; he forced himself to show restraint. Part of him felt guilty; his mom may have been eating crackers and water for dinner tonight, and he was expected to fill himself on an entire banquet.
No one spoke for a short while. Adrien himself felt as if he was awaiting some sort of punishment, sitting in the front office at school and waiting for the principal to walk out and call his name. Not that he'd experienced that a few too many times in his life.
Finally, a pair of double doors different than the ones everyone else had come from opened, and there he stood. Entitled and freshly shaven and handsome for a man of his age. His face was free of the worry lines Adrien's mother had but that, he supposed, was because he never had to worry about anything.
"Welcome," he said, taking his seat. Adrien tried to keep his gaze down, even when he felt Malcolm looking at him. I'm here, he thought, grinding his teeth, isn't that enough?
"My name is Malcolm Nox but, ah, you all know that. I think some introductions are needed, though, don't you?"
Get over yourself, Adrien thought. He'd almost said it, too. But he didn't.
"You," Malcolm called, pointing to one of the others, "Please tell everyone your name and why you're here."
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