Thread: Runaway WHO: Gilderoi Rubinhart (OPEN [to Reactions?] from Galadari & Felicity) WHERE: The Rubinhart Elfhame, Norway WHEN: Recently
The castle felt different. There where whispers. Of course, there had always been whispers, but this time, they were different. Salacious. Mocking. Gilderoi had become the black sheep. A sex tape ("But then, we'd always known, hadn't we?) and possible multiple dalliances with other men ("With the stable boy, even"). A fall from grace ("I heard they have disowned him") and an attitude to boot ("He used to be such a nice boy... Perhaps if he had a girl like Ms. Bainbridge, there would still be hope for him, but, of course, that was particular cruise-ship has sailed...)
Chuckles that always seemed to stop when he turned the corner. Hushed laughter that followed him out of every room.
When his own mother scolded him - perhaps after he bit her head off one too many times, sure - and told him to act more like his brother, Gil knew he could not, would not, spend his entire summer here.
He technically got permission from his parents - they realized that they had no way to stop him - and after a promise that he would not be too much of an enfant terrible while away, they let him go. His mother even slipped him a little money as he packed his bags. Fortunately, he still had some of his own savings stashed away, so he would not have to worry too much. That, and a fake passport, would make this an unforgettable summer.
He barely said goodbye to anyone. Still, he made a selfie at the airport, right in front of the departures-board. He hesitated, not sure if he should send it. Maybe it was to make his brother envious. Maybe it was to make his brother stop worrying. He sighed and messaged it to his brother, knowing that he would follow it up with another when he arrived at his first destination, Barcelona.
Head held high, he boarded the plane and asked for some champagne as soon as he got in his chair.