Thread: The Way I Am || Kveria/Altheras

There had been no doubt in Sebastien's mind at all that this reunion would most likely be an awkward one after all, they hadn't actually talked in years and now Sebastien was picking Luke up from rehab where he'd been shoved for drug-related charges. It would be lying if Sebastien were to say he wasn't only slightly uncomfortable, but he still made his way around the table to size up his younger brother. Indeed, it's good to see you. If you're ready to leave, come with me then. The car is waiting out front. Very... very cut and dry. Sebastien had been much more energetic and talkative in his youth, and the change left the impression that he was hardly the same person anyone could see the conditioning that had been done to prepare him for his future as part of his father's company, it was far too evident in the way he smiled haphazardly without it reaching his eyes. He led the way out to the car after thanking Stacy quite briefly with a nod, a few curt words, and a handshake the driver pulled the door open when he saw the two coming, plainly shocked at the sight of Luke's hair. Truthfully, it was an eyesore to the stuck up plutocrat, but he wasn't about to say a thing about it unless it was brought to his attention by some third party. Here. Slide in, he instructed, waving a hand to the open door. It wasn't until they were safely inside the car and moving off that Sebastien's cold demeanor softened, even just as slightly as it had. He loosened his tie and removed his jacket, leaning forward to pull a half-filled bottle of champagne out of a small refrigerator along with two glasses. I believe this is something to celebrate, is it not? Your full recovery from addiction, that is. It's not an easy task, so I've heard. I'm quite in awe, actually. This was his best attempt at making conversationhis head held high and his speech kept formal, there wasn't a trace of the person he had been before the divorce left behind. Sebastien had taken it very hard, but growing up with his father had him believing his side of the story which, in short, demonized the woman who was his mother when he claimed to miss Luke, Jacques told him that the vehement witch had practically dragged Luke out of the home and badgered for custody. It wasn't until it was already too awkward to call one day and apologize for never trying to contact them that Sebastien came across the truth in some old magazines that had highly publicized the break-up as if it were the Royal Wedding. He'd been more than upset, confronted his father once, and then never did again. From then on, and he would never divulge the reason as to why, Sebastien appeared much more subservient to his father, going so far as to drop the art credits he was working on so that he could work in the field of graphics and design and started taking business and computer classes so that he could join his father at Egnesse. It looked a little odd from the perspective of his private school teachers, but he brushed them off when they questioned it. There was nothing to be done. I want you to know, I'm missing a very important golf tournament for this, Sebastien spoke, pouring his glass of champagne and sipping it with practiced sophistication. He was trying to convey his feelings for their reunion, a sort of swelled happiness that had taken up residence in his chest, but instead it came out sounding like everything elsealmost monotone, businesslike, pretentious. He couldn't even tell when he was doing it anymore, losing the ability to separate the airs from the reality as the two collided in a lethal crash course that left the perfect son in it's wake. Intelligent, good-looking, well-spoken, and charismatic Sebastien had been conditioned to take the world by storm, and if that was his purpose, his father had done a good job retraining him from the tyrant he once had been. Everything is in order at home for your arrival, as well. I have assigned one of my best maids, Alejandra, to tend to your personal needsthat is, doing your laundry, making your bed with fresh sheets daily, general housework in your suite, and in addition she may even prepare your meals or draw baths if you ask nicely enough. She can be quite testy, but I've kept her on for her excellence in her work. All of the maids have the hours of eleven AM to one PM daily as well as Sundays to themselves, and they enjoy it. Try not to bother them. Gregor is my butler, please don't harass him he had a history of high blood pressure but he refuses to retire. You will also be assigned a driver if you desire, though I request you check in with me before leaving the home as I am legally responsible and I can't get into any scandalous activities at the momentit was a risk simply bringing you back to the home at all, but I decided that a brother of mine should be part of the De La Pons household out of the goodness of my heart. Do you have any questions?