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| Elise | Jun 23 2009, 07:54 PM |
 
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The world belonged to him. Entirely to him, Réne Léopold Mathieu DuChamps. Of course, he was a bit shorter than the other guests, but that made no difference to him. Tonight, his height (or lack thereof) didn't matter. Tonight, he owned the world. He grinned devilishly, the view from the stairwell breathtaking. At least it would have been if he had cared to look. Instead, he was preening himself in a very reflective surface, a punch bowl. Léopold laughed aloud at the distortion of his mask, a lovely skull. He turned about slowly, examining the rest of his costume. A little Red Death. How fitting. He brushed the gold epaulets and straightened the silky scarlet cloak. Eyes wide and gleaming, he then unsheathed a sabre, a real sabre! with a gold hilt. He turned it over eagerly, admiring it. He swung it around a few times, getting scolded once or twice by a disgruntled lady who spilled punch all down her white dress--ohno!-- before running off. He saw him almost immediately, trying to sip wine through that ridiculous beak. Fabian, you make me laugh. "Fabian!" he shouted, seizing his brother around the legs, giving him a good jostle. "Fabian, Fabian!" he cried, swaying quite violently as if his brother was long-lost of come back from a war. Funny. To anyone who didn't know them, they'd have found it affectionate. |
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