I don’t fire blanks… just so you know. ;) 

I don’t fire blanks… just so you know. ;) 

#character study; 01.

Were eyes indeed the windows to the soul? 

Those who chanced to glance upon Rilias could never be completely sure of it; they could only attempt wild and furtive guesses, frustrated by the fleeting glints of everything and nothing in his gaze, that for one moment could promise complete honesty and the next turn artfully hidden, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. More than one foolish maiden had swooned against the force of a single well-placed look, that altogether seemed beseeching and earnest, only to find herself mired in futile yearnings. For Rilias, despite the abundance of that strange, delicate brand of charm he could wield all too well in the midst of polite company, suffered little attention from such triflings. He was happier in solitude, and at his best within trusted confidences. 

Few understood him; those that did were spectators to a simple truth. Rilias, for all the liberal comforts and swaddlings of wealth that had been his all his life, had never quite grown accustomed to them - there remained the unspoken wonderings of his parentage that danced just out of reach, that beckoned discoveries and enlightenments both enticing and frightening. To his close friends (of which there were few, despite his good humour and general easy nature) he often laughed, merrily, and declared, with a twinkle in his eyes, that he should be pleased never to know his parents, that it was certain his good fortune at present were certainly his to deserve, and therefore all was as it should be. 

But still he wondered, and often his words went unbelieved, even to himself. Perhaps there remained some small part of his mind that doubted the legitimacy of his claim to the circles of the noble and wealthy elite, that were only his through the good intentions of the only family he knew. There was nothing to be said against this family, for they were, to the minds of all that knew them, a well-respected name, the echoes of which inspired smiles and well-wishes throughout the noble districts. The parents Rilias called his own doted upon him, and the fact that the youth displayed little likelihood in appearance to the rest of the household did little to assuage their adoration. 

Perhaps it was only to them, huddled in a peaceful recess away from the stirrings of the world beyond the gilded doors, that Rilias showed something more of himself, something that echoed beyond his usual facade of deception; it was only to them, and to his sister, that his self was revealed. Only here, hidden from society, did his smile turn softer, charm wavering and then melting away into real, genuine pleasure. Only here was his laughter unbridled, only here did his green-hued gaze reflect, for a dancing moment that passed altogether too quickly, the doorway to his soul, tucked away somewhere deep within him, that sang for no man and that yet yearned to be lifted and drawn up, into the glimmering light. 

My dear man, I specifically requested the finest of your house bubblies, not this mud-coloured swill that makes my tongue feel as if it’s been caressed most lovingly with liquid sandpaper. 

My dear man, I specifically requested the finest of your house bubblies, not this mud-coloured swill that makes my tongue feel as if it’s been caressed most lovingly with liquid sandpaper

[[OOC: Ooooh! GW2 Mac Beta Client! THIS MAKES ME SUPERBLY HAPPY. <3]]

Doing a little last-minute shopping for the sister - honestly you’d think after a lifetime of hosting parties she would realise that spices for the roast are not to be bought at the last moment.

By Lyssa! How does the grass grow on the path?! Has the gardener gone on a vacation?! 

By Lyssa! How does the grass grow on the path?! Has the gardener gone on a vacation?! 

Today I decided to take a quick visit home - well, inasmuch as I can call it home anyway. My exploits haven’t really given me much of a hearty and hale reputation in the Salma District, although I am fairly sure that’s not much of an obstacle since evidently good looks, fine clothing and the maintenance of a good family name are all that matter when it comes to amour. 

Sister gave me a verbal dressing down as usual, complete with the usual thinly-disguised concern, and then sent me out to oversee the preparations of her lil’ soiree. It was rather difficult to remember that the silverware actually belonged to my family and there was no reason for me to pilfer it; it was all so shiny and my fingers kept twitching

Good to know the dogs remember me, at least. 

I think I’ll stay here for a little while - there are some up-and-coming districts around and if my reputation has already been blackened then we might as well go the whole hog

[[Got bored and decided to draw. The caption for this should involve sparkles. And just being awesome.]]

[[Got bored and decided to draw. The caption for this should involve sparkles. And just being awesome.]]

Dear friends,

I must share with you the awesome beauty that is my new coat. It is absolutely gorgeous and although it is probably not the best choice of garb for someone whose job requires blending into the darkness it is definitely the latest in fashion. Why, even the centaurs I fought today seemed stunned for a moment not because of pistol whip I swear and it was certainly gratifying to know that even these humanoid creatures know how to appreciate the cutting edge of haute couture. 

I still stand by my last statement that my pants flatter me… ok, maybe flatter’s not the best word, it really is kind of the opposite. Buldger me. Yeah.