[ It's been a while since he's had eyes on him quite like this. Even here, in this place, it's possible to spend weeks, months living a self-contained existence. In the stretches between parties and the bustling of guests, the house is just a house - if you don't seek a certain kind of company, it doesn't have to find you.
Then again, maybe the same can be said now. He did reach out to Stefano, even if this isn't where he thought he'd end up.
Stephen's hands are in his pockets when he strolls past him. He keeps his confidence that way, long enough to cast a heavy sidelong glance at his host when they're on a level, lopsided smirk disappearing from view as he enters into the room beyond. ]
Hm. They gave you a good one.
[ There are very few not good ones, words for the sake of words. He comes to a halt looking across into the mirror where Stefano had taken a picture a short half hour before. The Malbec waiting for them. ]
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Date: 2025-06-05 09:17 pm (UTC)Then again, maybe the same can be said now. He did reach out to Stefano, even if this isn't where he thought he'd end up.
Stephen's hands are in his pockets when he strolls past him. He keeps his confidence that way, long enough to cast a heavy sidelong glance at his host when they're on a level, lopsided smirk disappearing from view as he enters into the room beyond. ]
Hm. They gave you a good one.
[ There are very few not good ones, words for the sake of words. He comes to a halt looking across into the mirror where Stefano had taken a picture a short half hour before. The Malbec waiting for them. ]