"It's time."
Hands tucked behind his back, a motionless man by the name of Remy stood. He peered through the windows of his family’s manor. Tonight was the night he had so appropriately planned. A masquerade. It was very fitting in his opinion. It sort of represented him and his family, how they for years had been wearing a mask of content in public, but in private was where their true face was shown. But, in a stroke of genius, he had planned to reveal others' facades.
"Now. Where is Vespasian?"
They had agreed to meet in the study to discuss any last minute thoughts and such. He did say he was coming, right? This party was half of his idea as well. Turning on his heels, he strolled towards the couch. On it laid an all white, expressionless mask; it was the one he would be wearing tonight. Though the masquerade party was his idea, he wasn't too fond of the bright colors associated with it. Instead a black suit graced his body. It contained a nice tail coat, under it laid a red vest with a black puff tie and a white scarf hung around his neck. All of it was tailored to fit his body and made for tonight's occasion.
Returning to the mask, he grabbed it and placed it on his face. "Alas, my outfit is complete, yes?" The vibrations from the music could be felt through the floor of Remy's study - just about time to my appearance.
*Knock, Knock.*
The loud thumps of someone's fist against his door, protruded into his thoughts. But, it was greatly accepted since he assumed it was his Visitor.
"Come in. It’s about time you showed-" Remy paused mid sentence as his eyes fell upon an unexpected sight. "You... Silas, what is it?!" Remy barked.
Whom he thought to be the burning duke, was none other than Silas; his family's servant. He was a bit annoyed and was growing impatient. Though he shouldn't have taken his anger out on the old man.
"Sorry to disturb you Master Rembrandt, but your guests are starting to arrive." The feeble old man shook as he spoke, no doubt he was afraid of Remy's wrath. "Excuse me for my outburst, just a little anxious about the party is all. But, thanks Silas, you may leave."
The old man nodded and bowed before turning to leave. After the door was shut, Remy returned to his thoughts. He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a gold pocket watch. A quarter to eight. I will give him twenty more minutes...
Hands tucked behind his back, a motionless man by the name of Remy stood. He peered through the windows of his family’s manor. Tonight was the night he had so appropriately planned. A masquerade. It was very fitting in his opinion. It sort of represented him and his family, how they for years had been wearing a mask of content in public, but in private was where their true face was shown. But, in a stroke of genius, he had planned to reveal others' facades.
"Now. Where is Vespasian?"
They had agreed to meet in the study to discuss any last minute thoughts and such. He did say he was coming, right? This party was half of his idea as well. Turning on his heels, he strolled towards the couch. On it laid an all white, expressionless mask; it was the one he would be wearing tonight. Though the masquerade party was his idea, he wasn't too fond of the bright colors associated with it. Instead a black suit graced his body. It contained a nice tail coat, under it laid a red vest with a black puff tie and a white scarf hung around his neck. All of it was tailored to fit his body and made for tonight's occasion.
Returning to the mask, he grabbed it and placed it on his face. "Alas, my outfit is complete, yes?" The vibrations from the music could be felt through the floor of Remy's study - just about time to my appearance.
*Knock, Knock.*
The loud thumps of someone's fist against his door, protruded into his thoughts. But, it was greatly accepted since he assumed it was his Visitor.
"Come in. It’s about time you showed-" Remy paused mid sentence as his eyes fell upon an unexpected sight. "You... Silas, what is it?!" Remy barked.
Whom he thought to be the burning duke, was none other than Silas; his family's servant. He was a bit annoyed and was growing impatient. Though he shouldn't have taken his anger out on the old man.
"Sorry to disturb you Master Rembrandt, but your guests are starting to arrive." The feeble old man shook as he spoke, no doubt he was afraid of Remy's wrath. "Excuse me for my outburst, just a little anxious about the party is all. But, thanks Silas, you may leave."
The old man nodded and bowed before turning to leave. After the door was shut, Remy returned to his thoughts. He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a gold pocket watch. A quarter to eight. I will give him twenty more minutes...