- Messages
- 7
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- It's Complicated
- Sexual Orientation
- Gay
- Wand
- Knotted 11 Inch Flexible Hornbeam Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 45
Valente's apprehension shows mostly in his hands. The irritating action of applying the cuff links he detested to each sleeve, the knotting and undoing, and eventual coming together of his messy tie as he attempts to piece himself together. To piece together a semblance of an appearance to maintain, because they were once partners in heart as well as in their project. Partners in varying enough successes to both receive and RSVP an invitation to a museum benefit. Partners who in every intent still planned to attend said benefit together for the sake of their careers, and in spite of their break up. Usually welcoming a chance to dress up and and unwind at an event that was very much still work, Valente instead was dreading the night, more so the act and effort exerted to arrive as a pair as if nothing had changed when in fact everything had changed. It felt like a farce because that was exactly what it was.
He knew after walking into the established museum they would likely part ways and seek out their individual networks. It was the truly the only choice Valente had not to feel suffocated and the only solace he was able to look forward to. But until then, until they had arrived they had to save face against Valente's better judgement. He was nothing if not dedicated to his work in spite of the emotional turmoil his work now afforded, and it was this dedication that allowed him to slide the black suit blazer over his shoulders and add the finishing touches to his appearance. He reminded himself to breathe, running a small amount of gel through his curly hair to neaten it slightly before parting from the guest room he had moved into. He stepped into the second floor landing, glancing for a moment down the grand staircase and chewing the inside of his cheek when he couldn't spot Emery. After checking his watch to see they were still on time, Valente tried to gather his patience as he waited for Emery to emerge from whichever part of the house he had gotten ready in. Hopefully within the means of the time they had before they were fashionably a little too late.
He knew after walking into the established museum they would likely part ways and seek out their individual networks. It was the truly the only choice Valente had not to feel suffocated and the only solace he was able to look forward to. But until then, until they had arrived they had to save face against Valente's better judgement. He was nothing if not dedicated to his work in spite of the emotional turmoil his work now afforded, and it was this dedication that allowed him to slide the black suit blazer over his shoulders and add the finishing touches to his appearance. He reminded himself to breathe, running a small amount of gel through his curly hair to neaten it slightly before parting from the guest room he had moved into. He stepped into the second floor landing, glancing for a moment down the grand staircase and chewing the inside of his cheek when he couldn't spot Emery. After checking his watch to see they were still on time, Valente tried to gather his patience as he waited for Emery to emerge from whichever part of the house he had gotten ready in. Hopefully within the means of the time they had before they were fashionably a little too late.