who: Ren Solitaire & Louis Donovan when: After this. where: One of the Lakeside Mansions What: Ren offered an invitation and Louis took him up on it. warnings: None, will update if needed. status: COMPLETE.
Once upon a time, Ren liked to think he'd been a lot more spontaneous in his life choices, but recently he felt as if everything had been calculated for a certain reaction. This though - this hadn't been. It had been sheer instinct, driven by... curiosity maybe? He hadn't intended to end up in such a confusing place in his life, and yet here he was, and Louis was part of that, even if he was not the only piece. It was foolish perhaps to give any part of himself away to people whom were as yet untested or unknown, but the instinct had arrived, and in a split second he'd taken it. Perhaps it would turn out wonderfully, or perhaps it would turn out terribly. Ren liked to think he was prepared for either scenario and would accept either one willingly.
The mansion he'd told Louis about was locked, but that wasn't going to stop Ren from entering it. He knew the magical safety net that supplemented the old fashioned locks, after all, and he could dismantle it easily enough. About five minutes after his arrival he had walked through the front door as the sun set out over the lake. The house had been closed up for a bit, although it was clean as always - there was a care-taker paid to see to that, after all. Ren set about with his own magic. The house would appear shuttered still to the outside should the caretaker come by, but inside, he walked through, pondering libraries and bookshelves, finding himself checking the kitchen wine cellars, and then finally making his way upstairs to the bedroom. The master bedroom balcony looked out across the lake, the Corinthian columns that held it up were an echo of those on the front of the home. The ones that Ren was fairly confident Louis would be walking up to any moment.
He opened the doors on the balcony, let the wind play with the sheer drapes inside, and left a lamp on before he walked back downstairs. By the time he reached the front door again he'd had enough time for the empty eeriness of the house to settle in, and for him to wonder if this had been the wisest course of action. For all he had convinced himself that he would fine with it turning out terribly, in the immediate moment before he would find out, he found that the idea that it could left nerves in his stomach. Perhaps Louis would not come as he'd said.
But no. That didn't seem likely. Ren glanced in the large mirrors in the foyer, smoothed his hair back, and straightened his collar. Louis would be there.