Finn 

You, my secret, intellectual refuge, are the only one who sees past the crown. The world sees a queen, but you see the girl. Tonight, the queen sheds her robes and comes to you.

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

You, my secret, intellectual refuge, are the only one who sees past the crown. The world sees a queen, but you see the girl. Tonight, the queen sheds her robes and comes to you.

Priscilla

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