The Royal Bethlehem sits next to the heart of the Bazaar, only a short walk from the side streets where Masters hold court. It is a place made for madness and the mad, not quite an asylum but not quite not an asylum. Brass buttons and red halls.
Nikolas knows better than to leave anyone to find their way to the door of his suite, not when a wrong turn leans to a much longer stay in the Bethlehem. Of course the fact the manager is likely cross with him over the Marvelous is another matter. Yes, best to wait for his guest in the lobby.
There are many things Adore may know from gossip, from simply asking over Nikolas or hearing stories swapped, and a surprising many of those stories are true. The most popular is of course his lost husband, the lovely Mr. Rimbaud who vanished out of the blue one day. What a wedding they had in the painted church, one no less than three Masters made an appearance at along with a great many high society figures. The Generous Princess and her captivating sister for example. What a lovely day for a lovely couple. Such a shame.
At the moment Nikolas is employed as a Correspondent, the work of his laboratory at the University discussed often among such academic circles. Well loved by the Devils, who Nikolas has no doubt warned Adore about upon their first meeting, and the Rubbery men, always skirting scandal with how little he cares about propriety and the rigid structure of rules.
When he sees Adore he stands from where he sat reading the paper, ignoring the high pitched babbling of a new tenant being brought it. "Adore," he greets, accent a native British sort even if his dark skin and eyes set him apart. "I trust you had no trouble finding the place."
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Date: 2021-02-15 01:10 am (UTC)Nikolas knows better than to leave anyone to find their way to the door of his suite, not when a wrong turn leans to a much longer stay in the Bethlehem. Of course the fact the manager is likely cross with him over the Marvelous is another matter. Yes, best to wait for his guest in the lobby.
There are many things Adore may know from gossip, from simply asking over Nikolas or hearing stories swapped, and a surprising many of those stories are true. The most popular is of course his lost husband, the lovely Mr. Rimbaud who vanished out of the blue one day. What a wedding they had in the painted church, one no less than three Masters made an appearance at along with a great many high society figures. The Generous Princess and her captivating sister for example. What a lovely day for a lovely couple. Such a shame.
At the moment Nikolas is employed as a Correspondent, the work of his laboratory at the University discussed often among such academic circles. Well loved by the Devils, who Nikolas has no doubt warned Adore about upon their first meeting, and the Rubbery men, always skirting scandal with how little he cares about propriety and the rigid structure of rules.
When he sees Adore he stands from where he sat reading the paper, ignoring the high pitched babbling of a new tenant being brought it. "Adore," he greets, accent a native British sort even if his dark skin and eyes set him apart. "I trust you had no trouble finding the place."