<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e7K4KcN.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aidon Eus Thorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15725041#msg15725041)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> William Westmancott Ultimate Bespoke Suit (https://i.imgur.com/2LB4nF6.png) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> December 1<sup>st</sup> | Approximately 7am<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Heathrow Airport heading to Tartarus.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open</span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Home.<br/><br/>He'd spent the majority of his return flight aboard his private jet in silent contemplation. His assistant knew well enough the look that had darkened those almond brown, nearly golden colored eyes and to leave him alone. Perhaps it was the looming Holiday's that were fast approaching and the fact he was returning home that his thoughts had drifted as they did. Those who had worked for him the longest knew he would grow a bit distracted this time of year, even if they never did learn why and their boss had never openly shared details. Despite his demeanor, it was the busy season and Aidon always ensured that the places he had carved out for himself would stay firing on all cylinders. As the jet touched down, shuttling its way to the designated spot, Aidon finally stood and gave a small stretch before retrieving his jacket and smoothing his suit out. Once all had been settled, he departed the jet and stepped out to inhale that crisp cold morning air before heading down the steps.<br/><br/>There was a car waiting for him, as he approached a single figure, familiar to him and nearly always darkening his shadow, stepped out passed him only briefly as he opened the door.  The man was slightly taller that Aidon, head cleanly shaven and moved with a militant purpose. Stepping to the side, "<strong>Mr. Thorne</strong>." is all that he would say in a hushed politeness. Ducking to get inside, he paused mid duck only briefly to shoot a look at the bodyguard. Nothing was said, but the figure waiting on Aidon simply just cracked the smallest of smiles at the corners of his lips. Slipping into the car, belting himself in as the rest of the entourage would get ready they would finally depart and head back to his home.<br/><br/>He wasn't a native though, and in that regardless of the world he had carved out for himself he never truly felt as if he belonged but that didn't mean there wasn't a level of comfort drawn from being back on familiar ground. Perhaps he would stop his driver somewhere to grab a bite to eat. Maybe even try something new...<br/><br/>