The Roux castle was insane, and had a totally different archetchture than any of the buildings she grew up surrounded by in Olympus. It was beautifully antique and covered in old portraits that were well kept but looked, very, very dated. When Andie wasnât connected to Finn at the hip, or scanning the ballroom for Amelia, she was wandering and mingling and trying not to look like the introvert she was. Thanks to her DNA, she couldnât even use alcohol as a way to open up, so she found herself admiring the art, despite the fact that she didnât consider herself the most creative type of person.Â
However, she spotted someone who might be. Future leader of Wonderland. Definitely looked like a stoner, rumored to sell drugs last year to a few of her tourney teammates before they got drug tested and knocked from the team. That, obviously, wasnât her business. Reaching out to touch one of the statues, placing her hand in itâs, to jokingly shake it, it snapped right off - much to Andieâs surprise⌠she didnât even grip it that hard, what the hell. Immediately looking over her shoulder in panic, she felt like an idiot when she made eye contact and knew for a fact he had seen that whole thing. âHaâŚâÂ
âPlease donât tell anyone you saw that. I have no idea how protective Ameâs brother is about that stuff.â taking another look, she squinted her eyes. âHonestly I kinda think it looks better that way. But youâre the artist right? Youâd know better than I would.â She had seen his flyers around town, about his studio. She was gonna ask Finn to go so she could watch him pretend to be an art connoisseur. @orionliddleâ
To be frank, Orion really didnât want to be here. These events werenât his kind of thing, all formal and delicate, wearing something that made him feel constricted and afraid to get all dirty. Plus it was in the Roux castle, the last fucking place he would be if it was up to him. But, Clara wanted to go, and as her counterpart he swallowed his complaints and just opted on getting comfortably high out of his mind to make it through the night. If he had to hear one more royal give their opinion on him postponing his coronation he was going to lose it. It was his choice, his kingdom, his mother was still fairly young so he had time and frankly it wasnât anyone elseâs business how he was choosing to run Wonderland and when he chose to.
So he took a step away from the masses to catch some fresh air, could you blame him? At least there was some decent, original art pieces hanging around here, gave him something to busy his mind with. Hearing a noise, he glanced over to see a girl, Herculesâ daughter if his assumptions were correct. Theyâd never spoken, never had the need to, so he offered her his usual lopsided smile before getting back to looking around.
But then he glanced back over just in time to see her snap the hand off of a marble statue, brows raising a bit in shock, heâd heard she was strong but damn. Rolling his eyes at the topic of Mitch, he shook his head, âI could give two fucks what goes on with him. Trust me, Iâm not saying anything if you donât.â A small smile slipped onto his lips though at the admission she at least knew him for something other than his side hustle of dealing, âThat I am. You must be really fucking strong to break marble, remind me not to piss you off.â