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- Posted: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 03:29:13 +0000
XXXX[я] ε м ι ε ℓXxX[σ] ε н ℓ ε я |XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxXXX••• The socially inept Prince of Trillian.
- XXXXXXXXX◇ The Prince sighed in sweet relief. By now, the council meeting was over and it should be safe to be out and about. Remiel did feel guilty, leaving his mother like that. He even promised that he'd be there. But it's not like he served a purpose other than sitting around and looking pretty. Still, it was such a childish habit, hiding in the closet... He shrugged it off, stood up from the floor of his closet, and dusted himself off. Remy took a deep breath and let it all out slowly, preparing himself for whatever punishment that might come his way.
As soon as he opened the door to his closet, his eyes came into contact with one of the maids, who had been previously making his bed. She had a horrified look on her face, as if she had seen a... He paused to glance down at his hands. "...ghost." he thought. Thank goodness he was still invisible. He managed to slip passed her and to his door, which, also thankfully, was open. He waited till he was halfway down the hall before reverting back to his visible state. Now all he had to do was find a way to spend his meeting-free day.
Eventually he head voices, one being his sister.
Alright. Shouldn't be too bad. Just say hello to his sister then the other woman. Should be good. He closed his eyes for a moment, in a sad attempt to calm the anxiety that was already beginning. Finally, he reached the duo. "Mornin'(?), Neri." His voice was a bit stiff, but it wasn't anything too bad. He wrapped his arms around her for a quick, brotherly hug then he turned to the woman, to offer a greeting. At the very instant his eyes reached her face, he looked down, heat instantly reaching his cheeks. He knew very well who she was. A goddamn Redhart. He wasn't exactly sure if it was her that trained him, he blocked that particular time of his life as much as possible, but whichever Redhart did kicked his a** in every way shape and form. The memories, oh the memories. They flooded back to him, which only made his cheeks a brighter red. "Redhart." He stated with a slight bow of his head.