lion etiquettes, pt. 2 — julian &. aria
Jan 9, 2021 0:56:01 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 9, 2021 0:56:01 GMT -5
— julian le roux.
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It's the day after the tournament and his body hasn't stopped aching.
He looked less the gallant prince and more a bruised up commoner when he looked at himself in the mirror this morning, something Julian found peculiar and strange. He has never been common and he has never been simple. Julian was raised from gold and molded to be golden himself.
The problem lays in the fact that as of right now, he feels akin to anything but that.
The sound of shoes padding across wooden floors draws him away from his thoughts. He looks back, beams a little at the face he sees. “If you’re here to comment on my techniques from the fight, don’t,” he teases, one edge of his mouth curving up in a small grin, “I am fully aware of how poor they were.”
He looked less the gallant prince and more a bruised up commoner when he looked at himself in the mirror this morning, something Julian found peculiar and strange. He has never been common and he has never been simple. Julian was raised from gold and molded to be golden himself.
The problem lays in the fact that as of right now, he feels akin to anything but that.
The sound of shoes padding across wooden floors draws him away from his thoughts. He looks back, beams a little at the face he sees. “If you’re here to comment on my techniques from the fight, don’t,” he teases, one edge of his mouth curving up in a small grin, “I am fully aware of how poor they were.”
