Two years in the making, Pemishte Kalaja has only recently been completed, and the lord of the house moved in on October 15th (yes, he is the lord of the house as he owns the house and does in fact have a noble title.) The exterior design was inspired by the Skanderberg Museum at Krujë Castle. There are gardens and a fewwaterfeatures in the back along with the courtyard and landscaping up front.
Master Bedroom:
Located in the tower just above the covered terrace, the master bedroom is truly a sight to behold. Designed in the Moroccan style by an incredible design team, this room is positively aglow with radiance. Generally speaking, only the master of the house spends any time in this room, but of course should one wish to see it, all one need do is ask.
Master Bathroom:
Also in the Moroccan style, the master bathroom was designed by the same company to ensure a seamless transition (even if Pëllumb can't exactly see it.) The same gold and white marble motifs continue, though now accented with deep blue tile backsplashes and backing for the arch.
Study:
Awash in cool colors, the study is roughly two stories tall and a touch more reserved than the other rooms of the house. This is not to say details were ignored, but rather, the architecture was meant to not distract the scholar. Bookshelves line the upper catwalk though for now they are mostly empty as the master has not yet decided what books to bring as they are and what to replace with a braille version. The floors are covered in rugs in order to mute distracting footsteps.
Music Room:
Why no one has moved a bed into the room is one of life's mysteries! Pëllumb spends the vast majority of his time locked away in this room playing any manner of songs on his old piano (his father bought it for him when he moved to Germany). Fortunately the sofa is soft enough for one so desperate for sleep to rest comfortably.
(Formal) Living Room:
This room doesn't see much use as there has never been enough guests over to warrant opening up both living rooms. This is, however, a stop on the grand tour of the castle as the design features are absolutely stunning and many have delighted seeing the small lights in the black ceiling, a vision which looks like a night sky.
Second Guest Bedroom:
One of the few rooms prominent rooms in the castle which is not in the Moroccan style, the second guest bedroom is in fact of the Mediterranean style. Its warm colors and elegant décor bring a sense of tropical comfort to guests, or at least it is supposed to. Frankly the room sees little use as hardly anyone ever spends the night outside of a coffin.
Primary Guest Bedroom:
As per usual it is in the Moroccan style. The other significant difference between this guest room and the other is size, though that is mostly an illusion of space. On the rare occasion a guest arrives who does not need special chambers, they will be put up in this room.
Bathrooms:
There are a few bathrooms like this scattered about, and all bedrooms have an attached bath. The focus of these "common" bathrooms was to echo the colors and feel of the sea, which one may be able to see out the windows. Don't worry about dripping on the rug, it's a cheaper modern one.
Second Living Room / Lounge:
Quite possibly the second most used room in the castle, this is where Pëllumb brings his guests and where he lounges on the rare occasion he is not hard at work or lost in reverie in the music room. All of the seats are very comfortable, though the day bed is the best of all. The niches are mostly full with random mementos from his extensive travels, though there is always room for a bit more.
Dining Room:
Very open and breezy, with lots of natural light despite the fact that no one in the family does well in sunlight. The table comfortably seats fourteen, but of course more tables and seating can be brought in. Open up all of the other rooms and one could host a party with more than one hundred guests easily.
Kitchen:
Yes there is a kitchen, even if the master of the house knows very little of it. Compared to the rest of the castle house it is fairly mundane, but there are still Moroccan hints which makes any room look like a ten.
"Wine Cellar":
Yes there is actually some wine stored down here, however this room is mainly used as a guest room for Pëllumb's vampiric relatives. It can only be accessed via a secret door, which makes the place extra protected. Plus no windows so no accidental burnings!
Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2020 12:09 am
Rhun Tolihzeh
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Though they were not quite close enough to truly be friends, they were more than acquaintances, and the young dhampir had skipped a few steps in the process of courting a true friendship. Yes, Pëllumb had done the unthinkable and invited Rhun over to his humble abode. Normally there would have been several more dates in public, but from what Pëllumb had observed, people were much less formal about such things and perhaps this was one of the rules he could break with. Moreover, he had heard news reports about some strange happenings in the Uptown area, which was likely where they would have gone. While Rhun was at the manor, he could rest easy knowing the young elf was perfectly safe. Pausing his thoughts a moment whilst he figured out where he had wandered, the slight nervousness which had been festering in his gut subsided for his mind has something besides the visit with which to occupy itself. Clicking to get a general layout of the room, he immediately recognized the arrangement of his bedroom, and given where the big furniture lay, he determined he was in front of an arched niche in the wall. Inside this niche, near the very top there hung an oil on canvas portrait of his wife, commissioned about a week after their wedding. A dressing table sat beneath it with sundry perfumes and powders and he didn’t even know what neatly organized into battalions across the table. In the middle, there was a silver platter upon which sat a brush and a comb, some decorative combs, several sets of chopsticks designed to hold one’s hair in place, and even an exotic looking perfume bottle she used to use for her hair. He didn’t even need to bring the bottle to his nose for it to fill his senses, even if it was all in his mind. A single finger gently traced the utilitarian comb expertly navigating towards the one hair which had managed to survive so long. He could feel its silken beauty against his skin, tangling him in its clutches as they drifted off to sleep, entwined like jasmine on a trellis. ”You would have had my hide for inviting him over on such short notice. But you would have persevered and been the very model of the perfect hostess. We both know our friends always came calling to see you.” That was fine with him, so long as she enjoyed the company, he would slide back into the shadows so that she might entertain, or really he would do whatever she asked of him, so long as he could feel her happiness. ”You filled every room which knew your presence with such warmth and light…it has been so cold and dark ever since…” A tightness gripped at his chest, threatening to crush what remained of his shattered heart. “No, I shall not despair, your husband is stronger than this.” Even a century later it never ceased to amaze him what little details or situations could bring on these moods. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised, this was the first time since her death that he hadn’t run away, either emotionally or physically. He was finally ready to try living like a normal person once more. Albeit a normal person in a ridiculously large house and a staff.
Speaking of, after dressing he journeyed downstairs and into the casual living room where the head of staff was going over everything to make sure nothing had been missed. {{“How goes it, Armin?”}} he addressed the man in his native language of German. Armin never looked up from his work, but he spoke clearly and thoughtfully to his boss, ”everything is ready, sir. A skeleton staff will see to you and your guest’s needs, as per your request. The rest are on call should they be necessary.””Good. How long until his projected arrival?” With most people, Armin would have covertly rolled his eyes and direct them to a clock, but with this boss, he would oblige. ”He shall arrive within five to twelve minutes.””Thank you, Armin. As you were.” Armin disappeared off who knows where whilst Pëllumb took a seat, waiting with very little anxiety for his guest to arrive. That conversation with his wife had set his mind at ease, he was sure everything would be fine.
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GENERAL STATS ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆ ⊹⊱⋛⋋ Rhun Eldarin ☬ 1224 Pasadena Occupation: None at the moment Where: Pëllumb's Home Dating: Single Voice Claim:Crystal Exarch Status: Healthy, calm Thoughts: '-' ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆
CURRENT EQUIPMENT:
MH: - Armor: General clothes
100/100 HP
It was unusually cold for Soleil, the news had mentioned. But to Rhun, who was on his way to his friend's house this time, it was just very cold either way. Where he came from before he came to Soleil, it was never even remotely this low in temperature. Thankfully he had been able to prepare for the weather thanks to the weather report he had heard on tv. With the help of their family's friend, who had visited today to help with some household stuff, Rhun had perfectly fitting clothing on, well for the weather. He wasn't usually in the habit to wear much else but his robes. But today he had been given the advice to wear warm for the weather, especially where he came from. They had lay out jeans, a white shirt and a plain black sweater that was warm enough. The clothing felt weird to Rhun, but it served it's purpose. Thanks to these clothes, rather than his usual robes, he wasn't feeling the cold as much. Over the clothes he was wearing a gray jacket.
Next to him his friend from Saela walked with him as well. Since this was the first time the highelf would visit Pëllumb, they had offered to guide him to the place. Rhun had been in Soleil long enough now to know how the closest roads were. This enabled him to walk them without the need for aid from plants and humans. He had even gotten used to the odd car and motorbike that passed by. This place was definitely very different from his homeland, but since he spent day in and day out here, he was getting used to the new things. Yet, the young man had agreed and accepted their help so he would find it easier. And if he knew where it was he could find it on his own next time perhaps. It was a strange experience to him. He was used to feeling the pattern of the streets through his sandals since the soles were especially made for that. These sneakers didn't allow for it. It didn't take long for them to reach the place and even Rhun could recognize it thanks to the foliage here.
This was where the lady and him said goodbye and Rhun, carefully, continued his way towards the front door. Unless he would be greeted before he made it there and guided up to the door, Rhun found his way there using the aura of the plants for a guide, hoping they showed a sufficient direction to avoid problems to knock on the door. He was curious to how his friend lived, though of course the experience would be different to a blind man than to a seeing man. As such the highelf would experience the decoration and furnishing different. But he knew he was in good hands. After all Pëllumb was in the same situation. With the aid of the plants he had seen it was a large building and the form seemed really nice too. The young man smiled a bit, he was looking forward to meeting the other again.
ON HIS PERSON
House Keys Wallet
HIS ABILITIES
He uses auras of living beings to navigate When born he inherited his mother's high sensitivity to energies. He still can't see the world itself around him, but every living being's rawest element is energy which generates their auras which is what Rhun picks up. Though he can't see the world around him, he uses the energies to map the surroundings in his mind. By doing so he can still 'see' the world in a way much like how one could imagine a mind's image of someone they know very well. Of course in Rhun's case he doesn't know the colors, shape of bushes etc in Soleil, just Saela in his early years, and only has to go by where they are and what way they are moving, though he can feel from the aura how big or long something is. Alternatively he can feel around with his hands to make a more detailed view of the bushes, animal or person or by asking colors of for example one's hair or eyes so he can link the aura to it. Otherwise this ability mostly generates the surroundings in his mind with shapes he does know and he can't use it on inanimate objects since they don't generate auras. A weakness of this though is that he can still not calculate rocks, stone, furniture and the like since he can't use his Aura ability when there is no aura to use as aid. So it is still important for him that his home is set up in a way that he knows it well to optimally be able to live by himself. If there is to much energy going on he can sometimes mix up the signals but it has to be extremely busy for that. At such times Rhun has to fall back on hearing and feeling.
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He waited patiently, yet sure enough, at roughly the time agreed upon (give or take a few minutes) the sensors at the head of the path to his front door chimed softly, alerting him to the presence of someone outside. Normally Armin would have worked his magic and arrived at the door just a beat after the knock, but Pëllumb had insisted on answering the door himself; albeit he only took this chore upon himself when he knew certain guests, such as Rhun and Ylli and Fen and of course Ylli’s children, would be arriving at a certain time. The rest of his family? well, they were raised similarly so they thought nothing of being greeted by a staff member and being lead to a room to wait for the host. A moment after the knock, Pëllumb opened the door wide and greeted the person who was hopefully his friend and not some stranger who arrived at just the right moment. ”Please, come in my friend,” he invited as he lead Rhun into the house. He was careful not to go outside however, as he was not wearing any shoes and he did not want to track any of the debris from outside into his home. ”Welcome to my not-so-humble abode. I hope it is no trouble, but if you would be so kind as to remove your shoes before we get further into the house…” He supposed leaving it open ended like that meant that Rhun could say no and there wasn’t much recourse for him, but he sincerely doubted that would happen. As far as he was aware, most people were willing to adhere to little customs when visiting another’s home. ”The floors are heated, so you will not miss them I do not think, and there are slippers if you would prefer?” He would give Rhun a moment to remove his shoes, and if he wished Pëllumb would slide a pair of silk slippers with a thin flexible sole over so that Rhun could easily put them on. ”Shall we adjourn to the lounge for refreshments? It is such a long walk from Pasadena, and in such weather! Certainly next time I must send a car over.” Yeesh, that was definitely something he should have thought of beforehand. How cruel of him to make the poor man walk all that way in such abysmal weather! All the while, he had linked arms with Rhun and was gently leading him about. He knew well exactly how to lead: let Rhun hold onto his arm, which he kept motionless, and walk just a little in front so that Rhun could feel in what direction the other’s body moved before he would have to move in the same direction. It was a simple little thing, but it made quite the difference. He expertly dodged the tables and ottomans in the room, leading Rhun over to a plush couch with many many pillows, have a seat, if you wish. Would you care for anything to drink? I’m afraid I do not have many spirits, but I have a motley assortment of teas and juices. Of course I would be happy to send a man out to fetch anything you wish that I do not have.” He had taken his seat in a sumptuous armchair just across from the couch. There was a small bell sitting on the table in front of him which, though not loud, never failed to summon the appropriate staff. He patiently awaited the answer, hoping that he was not overwhelming his guest.
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GENERAL STATS ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆ ⊹⊱⋛⋋ Rhun Eldarin ☬ 1224 Pasadena Occupation: None at the moment Where: Lumiere District Dating: Single Voice Claim:Crystal Exarch Status: Healthy, calm Thoughts: '-' ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ❅❅❅❅☆═━┈┈━═☆
CURRENT EQUIPMENT:
MH: - Armor: General clothes
100/100 HP
Rhun had said goodbye to his guide and walked to the front door. It wasn't too difficult so far, even for him. He also didn't have to wait long after he knocked. His friend was at the door in no time at all and opened it for him. A gentle smile played over the Highelf's lips. They sounded happy. "Thank you, Pëllumb. Thank you for inviting me over." Rhun replied as he let Pëllumb lead him inside. This was his first time here, so he had no idea of the layout of the house. He trusted the other completely though. Their next words confirmed Rhun's suspicion: The house was large.
He had guessed as much by the plants outside. It was impressive they remembered it all. "Of course, it's no problem at all. I'm used to that myself as well." he replied to the request to take off the shoes. It was the same in his own home. The highelf found the laces of his sneakers and took them off. It was a good thing he wasn't unfamiliar with tying those. Some of his robes came with laced jackets. He respectfully declined the slippers though, he could feel the floor was comfortably warm. "That sounds wonderful, I'd love to have some. The journey was quite alright though. It was an interesting walk here.
Please don't worry yourself over that my friend." he replied with a light chuckle. It wasn't a bad walk. A bit cold perhaps, but the walk itself was quite nice! Rhun wouldn't mind doing it again. Every day he was getting more used to his new city and home. And to feel his independance grow felt great to the elf. But right now he didn't mind being led, since this place was wholly unfamiliar to him, safely guided by his friend. Once at the couch, the young man sat down and listened to their questions. They really were going above and beyond!
"Oh there will be no need for that really. I don't drink alcohol myself. Tea will be great." he assured Pëllumb with some entertainment in his voice. He didn't require any special treatment. And he did drink tea too. "It is great to meet up again. How are you doing my friend?" Rhun asked Pëllumb once they were calmed down. "I hope all is well."
ON HIS PERSON
House Keys Wallet
HIS ABILITIES
He uses auras of living beings to navigate When born he inherited his mother's high sensitivity to energies. He still can't see the world itself around him, but every living being's rawest element is energy which generates their auras which is what Rhun picks up. Though he can't see the world around him, he uses the energies to map the surroundings in his mind. By doing so he can still 'see' the world in a way much like how one could imagine a mind's image of someone they know very well. Of course in Rhun's case he doesn't know the colors, shape of bushes etc in Soleil, just Saela in his early years, and only has to go by where they are and what way they are moving, though he can feel from the aura how big or long something is. Alternatively he can feel around with his hands to make a more detailed view of the bushes, animal or person or by asking colors of for example one's hair or eyes so he can link the aura to it. Otherwise this ability mostly generates the surroundings in his mind with shapes he does know and he can't use it on inanimate objects since they don't generate auras. A weakness of this though is that he can still not calculate rocks, stone, furniture and the like since he can't use his Aura ability when there is no aura to use as aid. So it is still important for him that his home is set up in a way that he knows it well to optimally be able to live by himself. If there is to much energy going on he can sometimes mix up the signals but it has to be extremely busy for that. At such times Rhun has to fall back on hearing and feeling.
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Eight days ago was the anniversary of the end of the war which took his younger son’s and tried to take his only other son’s life. How many people were old enough to actually remember the day? No normal human would, to be sure, but there had to be a fair number of older supernatural individuals, right? Maybe they could remember the day just as vividly as he could? Or maybe there were only a few rotting apples on the shelf of this earth who cared enough to remember? He knew such thoughts were not healthy, and had anyone in his family known about them, they would have rushed down immediately and whisked him away lest he fall into a truly morose state. He could read Armin’s body language, his faithful manservant was worrying as well, no doubt deliberating if he should take it upon himself to bring someone over, or if he should do only as he was told. The man could be such a stickler sometimes and the rod in his back would not bend even under Atlas’s burden, but none could say that Armin did not love and care for his master. Pëllumb knew he was blessed indeed to have such a loyal man at his side. Well, a couple paces back and to his side, he supposed.
Back to the matter at hand, in order to escape the more devastating effects of this melancholy, Pëllumb had retreated into the music room a few days ago and planted himself at his beloved Steinway. Day and night he had been playing since Saturday afternoon, only taking a break when absolutely needed, which was very rarely. He had not bothered with eating or sleeping, and he was only taking a drink every now and again (starting today Armin mixed a little bit of the “special selection” in as well in an attempt to mitigate any adverse health effects.) Currently he was playing a little tune, couldn’t even remember the name of it at the moment, that had been a court favorite back when he first started making courtly appearances. The song had not fared well in the annals of history, but perhaps that would make it seem new and exotic to some people. For Pëllumb, there was no conscious thought about what to play next and sometimes he would merely mess around on the piano, lacing notes together in a pattern he would never write down or remember. Partway through the piece he heard another sound, far off it seemed, but yes it was a violin accompaniment for what he was playing. He smiled, {{”Ylli is such a marvelous musician. Hear how he effortlessly finds the most opportune moment to join! His Xhihao and I are so proud…”}} So lost was he that he did not even consider the possibility of error in his thoughts. One song lead to another and another, but by the fourth piece the incongruence was too noticeable for him to ignore. Simply put, that was not how his son played. Maybe to an untrained ear they were similar, but he was a learnèd musician, and moreover had played with Ylli for over a century now, he could pick out a piece performed by his son even as one hundred other recordings played. Perhaps some may have been worried if someone performed an impromptu duet with you from outside your house, and still others may have been appalled at the invasion of privacy, but not Pëllumb. No, he was more curious and impressed than anything else. Something about this mysterious violinist…he had heard that sound before. {{”Ylli was there…where? and he was so excited…aha! Of course! That up-and-coming youth! Oh what was his name again…Seth…oh it was something strange…”}} Now he was so distracted he almost missed a note, but his fingers corrected themselves out of muscle memory. ((”Armin,”)) he called at a normal volume despite having no idea where the man was. A second later brisk footsteps could be heard on the tile near the center of the castle. Just a little faster than one would expect, Armin arrived beside his master and bowed, ((”you called, my lord?”))((”That violinist Ylli favors, what was his name again?”))(("Seth Tio’bre, my lord.”))((”Excellent. Please invite Master Tio’bre in. I shall receive him here, should he accept.”)) Armin bowed, ((“as you wish.”)) He exited the room quietly, though he made no effort to silence his steps so that his master might keep track of him.
Making his way off of the premises, he approached the young musician, waiting for the music to stop before engaging with him (he had lived with musicians long enough to know that unless death is coming in seconds, one did not interrupt.) ”My Master is impressed with your music, Master Tio’bre. He invites you to join him in the music room, if you so desire.” Once more Armin bowed, though not quite so low since the lad likely did not expect such a greeting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2021 10:55 am
Seth smiled as he played alongside the pianist inside the castle, effortlessly keeping up with the familiar music. He was often called for concerts for a reason. Of course if the other would have played a piece he didn't know, like for example a personal piece not shared with the music world, Seth would have respectfully waited. But there was no need. Instead they ended up playing in duo. For the magi it was easy to let himself get lost in the music. Plain and simple ever since his master had plucked him off the streets, music had become more and more important in his life. By now music was a very important part of his life, like his magic. If those two weren't the most important part of his life. Playing like he was now with the resident of this castle, it brought back many good memories. How often had he played like this with his surrogate father? The only difference was that this was two different instruments instead of two violins. As their play continued, Seth was getting all the more focussed, oblivious to what happened around him except for the music.
Until the music stopped. Seth opened his eyes as the ambience of the surroundings sounded clear once more. The sound of the water and the birds for example. He had completely missed someone walking up to him! Seth jumped a little when he suddenly heard a voice near and he looked at the source. But the man's voice sounded so calm that the young man quickly relaxed. He really had to work on feeling safe once more. But that was for another day. The water magi was glad they didn't bow deep. In fact he rather they didn't bow at all, he wasn't royalty, but considering where they worked Seth figured they were used to it. They could just as easily have sent security at him after all, rightfully. It felt odd to be called Master though… The young man gave the butler a smile after the initial startle and nodded. "I would be honored to meet them." he replied. Before he would follow the man though, Seth carefully put away his violin in its case. Protective as he was over the instrument. Once it was securely put away, the water magi followed inside.
From his own house the bodyguard that was hired to keep him safe had been listening to the music. It had been a requirement for the job to like the music since Emil knew well how often Seth played even outside of concerts. For a moment he hesitated, but then he let the young man walk inside and just made sure to keep a watchful eye on the developments. Seth would follow Armin once they would guide him inside and to the music room. Though he did at times lag behind due to admiring the amazing interior. The magi did his best to not fall too far behind though and they soon reached the intended room. The water magi walked inside after the one guiding him and looked around a bit to see who had invited him in. They were almost neighbors too. When his gaze found the one sitting behind the piano, Seth smiled as he looked at them. They looked not much older than him, but the water Magi, especially, knew how deceiving appearance could be. So he would not assume. "Good Morning Sir, I'm honored for the invite." he spoke to them and bowed to them respectfully, his violin held in front carefully. After all he could be dealing with royalty for all he knew.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2021 10:34 pm
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That date had gone so well, maybe he really was socially adept enough to open up his home more often. It was an intimidating thought, and of course he still liked his solitude from time to time, but getting to know people would most certainly help him establish roots in this town. Speaking of getting to know people, just the other day he had invited his friend Hei-chan to come over on this day. Technically they were meeting for tea, but that was a bit of a front; what he really wanted was to get to know the young man a bit better for he was curious.
Upon awakening this morning he found Armin had already laid out everything he would need and even drawn the bath for him. "I swear that man must have psychic powers." Even if Armin did have powers he had never let on, and as far as Pëllumb could tell he was using those powers for good. Armin had even put some sweet scented oils in the water...lavender, perhaps? He remained in the bath longer than necessary, soaking up the heat of the warm water and letting the scent permeate his skin. "This weather they have for winters, it is much too cold for me. Perhaps I should invest in a home further south to winter in? No, that would be much too decadent." And yet again he was speaking aloud to himself, his kids would be so embarrassed. "Well, I mustn't tarry, I have no clue how long it will be before he arrives, though I doubt Armin would let me be late." The two had been together so long, they both had a reasonable idea of how the other thought, but more importantly they knew what they needed from each other and how they could best work together. For example, as soon as they had moved in, they toured the home together devising where Armin should put things his master would need whilst Pëllumb learned his way around the home and where his dear friend was to have free reign. Because all of this had been worked out before, he knew exactly where Armin would have left the clothes for him to change into. Sure enough he found the proper undergarments as well as a button up shirt, a smoking jacket, and a pair of trousers. "Won't this make me look ancient? Oh well, I'm sure Armin knows what he is doing." With that he quickly dressed then headed downstairs.
"Armin?" he called, knowing full well that no matter where the man had been, he would somehow be no further than a room away when called. "Yes, my lord?" Armin replied from about seven feet to the right of Pëllumb. After settling from the minor fright, Pëllumb continued. "How long before our guest will arrive? And is everything appropriately ready?" "He should be arriving within the next fifteen minutes, and yes sir, everything is ready for no more than fifteen minutes out." "Very good Armin. I shall await him in the lounge, but do be sure to fetch me when you let him in. I would like to be at the door to greet him myself." "Very good, my lord." "And you can stop with the my lord act, I am a bey not a sultan." "I thought perhaps it would be more appropriate for a first tour of a castle, my lord." Pëllumb sighed, "Have it your way then." Then he moseyed over to the study to wait however many minutes.
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tabLocation : Pell’s CASTLE | Company : My nervousness | Mood : Nervous and excited | Residence : 1316 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello~ Occupation : Manager at Bookworm's | Status : Married to Daisuke Akiyama | OOC : --
Though he had never been poor, Heisuke hadn't lived a lavish life either. Married to a lawyer, the teacher only made so much money of his own, most of it belonging to his wife. He isn't too prideful to say that she was mostly providing while he got to live out his dream as a teacher and spent most of his time caring for their child. Being a dutiful husband brought him a lot of joy. But the point is, he has never been in possession of a sum so great that he could afford a castle. In his mind their little two room flat with a pretty decent living room, spacious kitchen, and suitable restroom was their own little castle. But still, in reality, he's never even seen one in person before. Not even Seiji's parents, who were pretty well off growing up, had a castle for a home. His best friends had instead wanted to live a quiet life in a quaint little home for their small family of 3. And while Seiji upgraded years and years later to using an abandoned school for his home, it still wasn't a castle.
Did he mention the word "castle" enough? BECAUSE THIS MAN LIVES IN A CASTLE AND HE INVITED HEISUKE TO VISIT. He has gone through all of the phases of excitement and nervousness that he might actually happy vomit. If that is such a thing a person can do. Leave it to Heisuke to make that a new thing. Happy vomiting while you basically go through your entire closet to find something suitable to wear IN A CASTLE.
Eventually the amazement is sure to wear off and he can settle down, but for now the man taps knee excitedly as he drives to his destination. "No word vomiting either Heisuke." He reminds himself quietly as he stops tapping his leg so he can rest both hands on the wheel. It isn’t like the guy had ever given the vibe of someone snobby. He isn’t visiting some royal that he needs to kiss up to in order to avoid becoming some powerful dude’s enemy. He’s just visiting with an old gent he met at the park whose conversation he enjoyed. Someone he can get to know and add to his friend circle without the fear of his abilities playing a role into it. No expectations, and no fear of him ruining another friendship because things get too weird. Luckily by the time he reaches the estate, he’s already managed to calm himself down enough to get out of the car and confidently stride towards the door.
