High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-10-05 17:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: Rhysand & Katherine
What: A Tour
When: Mid-Day, Taking place after this conversation
Where: Around
Rating: Low
Closed
Rhysand allowed a reasonable time frame of twenty or so minutes before he winnowed over to the hallway on which Kylo's apartment lay. He appeared three doors down where he took another minute to compose himself. While he was well aware this was nothing even close to resembling a date--she was seventeen for Cauldron's sake--he wanted to make an impressive first impression. He wanted to show her the kind of life she had chosen in her not-too-distant future. Already he could tell from the commentary she left behind on the network that this young Katherine had low self-esteem and did not appear to think highly of herself. Furthermore, it was obvious that the 'adoption' bomb should not have been dropped so indelicately. Now, she did not like the people who were her biological family nor did she seem to think she would ever make the friendships she had made for one reason or another.
While Rhys knew he simply couldn't tell her she was wrong, and he would not force a vision upon her unless it came up and was specifically requested, he was going to remain optimistic she'd come around. If not...well...he banked on this new age situation being temporary. Otherwise their family was going to be down one princess and he was going to be out of a fiance.
Smoothing a hand over the center seem of his suit jacket, stopping to unbutton the one silver shank to release the front of the attire, he took a deep breath and knocked at the door. Rhysand was dressed well in his usual black or dark blue attire, something that seemed to breathe the night without being too over the top. A delicate pearlescent pinstripe of silver-white decorated the otherwise midnight fabric accented by a pale blue button-down shirt that reminded him of clouds at sunset. The top three buttons were loose, letting the collar casual rest open without being too casual or familiar with the company before him. A smattering of rings decorated his fingers, simple and silver of various widths, and a watch rest upon his wrist softly ticking away.