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LEONIE DURANT
attire; xXmood; aloofXhex; #6a4c4c
attire; xXmood; blitheXhex; #e9b769
MATEO DURANT
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βthe weather was grim today; the sky like tepid dishwater, painting the world beneath it pallid and monotonous shades. It seemed befitting of the mood, which, since the war had begun to take its toll, had been pardonably bleak.
Leonie's forehead rested against the window of the car, her elbow bent against the arm rest, her palm tucked under her chin, and her fingers splayed across her cheek. The fingers of her other hand were on her lap, and had been drumming a tune that
could have been a 'White Stripes' song ever since they'd first set off. For the seventy-sixth time -and she knew, for she'd counted- Leonie glanced around the monstrosity that was the vehicle. It was a Mercedes Benz; a beast of an automobile, all black paintjob and faux-leather seats. It reeked of testosterone, and when the chauffeur mentioned it being her father's favourite of the mortal inventions, Leonie had smirked, both unsurprised and amused.
She glanced to her brother. He'd been chewing the same piece of gum for an hour now, and it would most certainly have lost its flavor long ago. But still Mateo chewed. His jaw shuddered, moving up and down, the small action treating his impatience, and helping him quell his urge to fidget and stretch. Mateo was not one for car rides. At least, not
these kind of cars. Mateo was one for open-topped convertibles, sunroofs, motorcycles. He liked the feeling of the wind on his face, biting at his skin and clawing at his hair. And Leonie was the same.
Suffice to say, their "father's favourite mortal invention" didn't make the cut.
The car eventually found its destination, and Leonie looked at the school bus with a raised brow.
"I didn't realise they were taking the school concept quite so literally."Mateo's head appeared beside her, as he followed her gaze, and his mouth curled into a wry grin.
"Feeling nostalgic, Nonie?" Leonie glanced at him,
"Nostalgic? Not particularly. But then again, we never took the bus. We only set fire to it." Mateo chuckled at the memory, before leaning over and whispering in her ear,
"Perhaps a little deja vu is in order." "Sure. So long as you're prepared for punishment a tad more intense than scraping gum off the bottom of desks."The pair walked side by side towards the bus, Teo pushing open the doors before allowing Leonie to ascend the stairs first. For a brief moment, Leonie grimaced, the emotions of the people on board fluttering about her find like pesky insects. In a second she had locked the doors to her psyche, the irritations vanished, and her expression turned austere once more. She looked back at Teo, shooting him a wink as to settle the briefly blossomed concern, before leading him to a free pair of seats.
"...Find a more suitable seat up front, your grace. After all, the back is no place for a prince. Especially near such filth and scum like the unthinkable seat near you or even I." Leonie glimpsed sideways at the conversation occurring next to her, expression betraying none of her curiosity. From her prior encounter with everyone's nasty old
feelings, she was already aware of the younger boy's distaste for the handsome elf. She also noted the blond girl's discomfort, as well as her face, which undoubtedly caught her attention.
"I have a feeling you're going to keep yourself quite occupied around here, Teo." She said to her brother in a quiet tone. She could sense her brother's smile, and could feel his eyes grazing over the numerous lovely faces.
"I think you might be right."