SCHNEIZEL ♔ 005;
Who: maskmastery, and POSSIBLY YOU?
Where: One of the residential district's parks
Style: I'll match!
Status: OPEN.
[It hasn't quite reached noon yet, so the heat isn't yet as stifling as it will be later. There's an unreliable breeze stirring the leaves of the trees in the park, something that Schneizel is grateful for, though he doesn't appear to be suffering too much. If one looks closely at his expression, they might note that he almost seems bemused.
It's a strange thing, to go from being one of the world's most powerful men to - well, just another face in the crowd of dreamers that inhabit Somarium. The titles, 'prince' and 'prime minister' mean nothing here, and while he wouldn't necessarily wish them too, the sudden change is jarring, and his mind is drawn back to his restlessness time and again, prodding at it as one would the space where a tooth was pulled out.
There's no agenda here, no plan for the present, for the future - every day comes as it does and the unexpected normalacy of it all is almost daunting. On some days, with Clovis and Euphie, it's almost like he's a teenager again, a prince yet to debut, yet to face the world, still with some semblance of a life that's his own.
But he isn't one to live in the past, so instead that restlessness has brought him exploring once again - he sits on a bench in the dappled shade cast by nearby trees, gaze cast out over the greenery, as if in two places at once.
Here and there. Then and now.]
Where: One of the residential district's parks
Style: I'll match!
Status: OPEN.
[It hasn't quite reached noon yet, so the heat isn't yet as stifling as it will be later. There's an unreliable breeze stirring the leaves of the trees in the park, something that Schneizel is grateful for, though he doesn't appear to be suffering too much. If one looks closely at his expression, they might note that he almost seems bemused.
It's a strange thing, to go from being one of the world's most powerful men to - well, just another face in the crowd of dreamers that inhabit Somarium. The titles, 'prince' and 'prime minister' mean nothing here, and while he wouldn't necessarily wish them too, the sudden change is jarring, and his mind is drawn back to his restlessness time and again, prodding at it as one would the space where a tooth was pulled out.
There's no agenda here, no plan for the present, for the future - every day comes as it does and the unexpected normalacy of it all is almost daunting. On some days, with Clovis and Euphie, it's almost like he's a teenager again, a prince yet to debut, yet to face the world, still with some semblance of a life that's his own.
But he isn't one to live in the past, so instead that restlessness has brought him exploring once again - he sits on a bench in the dappled shade cast by nearby trees, gaze cast out over the greenery, as if in two places at once.
Here and there. Then and now.]