Beau Rosier (illusoiree) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-02-27 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: december 31 - january 6, beau rosier, calvin llewellyn, richard larouche |
I've got new rules, I count 'em
Who: Beau Rosier and Calvin Llewellyn
What: Decompression Redux
When: Friday, January 5th. Directly following the fencing match
Where: Rosier Manor, Master Bedroom
Beau stepped into the dark of his room, carefully setting the foil case down beside his dresser. He let the door close behind him with a soft click before moving towards his bed, methodically stripping out of his uniform. Gloves, then coat, then plastron. He carefully folded each item and laid it on the bed so that whoever carried it down for laundering would have an easier time of it. He shrugged out of his suspenders but kept his knickers on, running a hand through his hair and replaying the fight downstairs. He waited for the shame to come, the guilt and embarrassment for letting himself be drawn out like that. Instead, all he found was a bright supernova of anger burning in his chest, dissolving any remnant of the first three feelings to ash.
Rolling his shoulders back and gritting his teeth he looked up at the closed curtains of his room. Beau strode to them, ticking them back and letting the sunlight of the morning stream in. He gazed out over the view of the grounds from the balcony doors. He was done with the Belmonts, or more specifically, done with the urge to tiptoe around them. His anger and the strange confidence borne of whipping Tucker in a fencing match was already beginning to calcify into resolve.
Beau didn’t turn when the door opened, “Would you be so kind as to bring me my cigarette case?” He asked softly.