Re: lakeside mansions: Dietre A. & Hugh C.
Dietre had become his costume once, but not that particular Halloween. He found it interesting that Hugh didn’t quite have the same experience as he did. There was no point in questioning it though, Repose worked in ways too mysterious to try to make sense of.
“A prince?” Another quick hint of a smile. “I can see that.” Hugh with a crown did not seem far fetched. He was certainly charming enough for a fairytale.
The serious way Hugh gazed off into the distance made Dietre think that experience had not been a good one for him. He sat in thoughtful silence, hesitant to pry despite all their talk of allowing each other to ask questions. Instead, he opted to share what his night was like that Halloween. Perhaps Hugh would be more willing to go into detail if he knew he wasn’t alone in his experience.
“...I was myself that night. But another me.” His brow furrowed as he tried to explain. “I was who I would have been if my mother didn’t die.”
“That me was happy, I think. I had friends, who I remember I was looking for, and relationships… A normal life.” Dietre’s voice was almost longing as he described the other him. Maybe a bit jealous, too.
“I drank too much and got lost in the corn maze, where I flirted with an older man who offered to help me find my way out.” If there was a question of where Dietre’s preferences lay, he answered it then. It wasn’t a secret, but he tended to be vague when he spoke of his failings in love. He said no more, not because he was embarrassed over outing himself or anything, but simply because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the whole story of the man from the maze.