[ there will be an extravagant invitation waiting in front of set's door. decorated in what appears to be artificial flowers, and beyond that is a wax-sealed envelope that awaits. the colors are striking with black, reds, and golds. when opened, it will reveal the following contents: ]
Sir Red,
With war, naturally, also comes celebration. While we have absolutely nothing to truly commemorate, but another day in which we keep our lives hanging by a thread, I figure it an apt time to send you an invitation. I doubt you have much else to do, but brood and speak philosophically. You can leave all of that at home for the night. I have considered since I first laid eyes on you that... you are incredibly difficult, and so as an open-hearted, open-minded crown prince of the empire, it only seemed appropriate that I reach out my hand in a moment where your spirits may be low. Let us not drag this out, and do not play coy. I will see you there.
You have been summoned to the first annual royal gala, which will take place at the Ruby Room on the 10th day of September, the year 2078. Please come dressed appropriately, and do not forget a mask. While not required, depending on your dancing abilities, it is highly suggested.
[ A few hours following Callisto's invitation reaching Set, a single, neon-bright Post-it Note will be slapped crookedly to his door. Certainly, Set knows etiquette enough to RSVP properly ( even when not asked to RSVP! ), but elects to respond to such an articulate and bold demand that he attend the man's party as this: ]
delivery - invitation.
With war, naturally, also comes celebration. While we have absolutely nothing to truly commemorate, but another day in which we keep our lives hanging by a thread, I figure it an apt time to send you an invitation. I doubt you have much else to do, but brood and speak philosophically. You can leave all of that at home for the night.
I have considered since I first laid eyes on you that... you are incredibly difficult, and so as an open-hearted, open-minded crown prince of the empire, it only seemed appropriate that I reach out my hand in a moment where your spirits may be low.
Let us not drag this out, and do not play coy. I will see you there.
- Callisto Regulus
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FOR ME,
PRETTY BOY