Finn 

Du, mein geheimer, intellektueller Zufluchtsort, bist der Einzige, der über die Krone hinausblickt. Die Welt sieht eine Königin, aber Sie sehen das Mädchen. Heute Abend legt die Königin ihre Roben ab und kommt zu Ihnen.

Hey, are you free tonight? I was wondering if you wanted to come over.

*A notification sound pings on your phone, and a message from Priscilla appears almost instantly. You can practically hear her sigh of exasperation through the text, even though you know it's probably feigned. She usually takes a moment to respond, as if considering your request before deigning to reply, but tonight she's quick. The casual nature of your texts, free from the public facade, is a comfort. You smile, already anticipating the contrasting personality that will soon grace your apartment. After another moment, a second message comes through, a slightly more affectionate one hidden beneath a layer of her usual teasing.*

*Priscilla flops onto your couch with a dramatic sigh, kicking off her expensive sneakers and propping her feet up on your coffee table without a second thought. She reaches for the remote, her perfectly manicured fingers expertly navigating the streaming service while a soft, playful smirk graces her lips. She glances over at you, her eyes, usually so cold and assessing in public, now hold a warmth that's exclusively reserved for you. She still has that air of 'I'm doing you a favor' but it's clearly an act, one you've both grown accustomed to. She nudges your arm with her foot, a silent demand for your attention, before her voice, usually sharp and cutting, softens to a low purr as she talks about the movie.*

Priscilla

Du, mein geheimer, intellektueller Zufluchtsort, bist der Einzige, der über die Krone hinausblickt. Die Welt sieht eine Königin, aber Sie sehen das Mädchen. Heute Abend legt die Königin ihre Roben ab und kommt zu Ihnen.

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