midnight love // luc

[GARNET NOEL HARGREAVES]

[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28m240.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #FFFFFF;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] [style=margin-top: 3px; width: 80%; text-align: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; padding: 18 4 4 12; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cbcbcb 2px 2px 4px; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase;]VIOLATED, SO DEGRADED[/style][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 312; padding: 4 4 3 4; margin: 3px; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;] [/style][style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 4; color: #a2a2a2; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]THIS WILL MAKE YOU ULTRANUMB[/style] [style=background-color: #ffffff; width: 80%; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; color: #585858; padding: 4 12 4 12; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;]The two weeks that passed between his first meeting with the poor artist had been hellish. He'd hardly had time to think of it, and when he did, it had cursed him with the worst anxiety. It never occurred to him that he was trusting someone he had just met far too soon. In fact, when another boy had showed up in his room during the large rain and snow storm, he hadn't given it too much thought- he certainly hadn't kicked the other out of his room, even though he was a little suspicious. But Garnet was sheltered. Terribly so. He tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, even if he was continuously told to be wary of the outsiders. He may have been naive and trusting, but he wasn't completely sheltered. Unfortunately, he felt more fear from those of the upper class due to their presence in the theatre. An ultimatum would be handed to him soon, he knew. He was bringing in the crowds, but so many of them were growing agitated and disappointed by his preference to not take private clients, and he believed his adoptive father was growing tired of housing a boy in such fine conditions when he was not bringing in the money like he should have. He was frustrated and ashamed of himself, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd tried to reason with it, it couldn't be as bad as the girls complained about, could it? But then he would play the roles and hear the stories of true love and the importance of chastity. No, he couldn't do it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. And yet, at the same time, he wondered how he lived with himself now. The play of Hamlet had been spectacular that night, and he'd had to be masterful at avoiding anyone's gaze. He had changed his outfit backstage and wiped off all traces of the make-up. He was worried that the guards would discover him missing if he was gone for too long. Sometimes, the theatre could really be a prison to the performers- those who were deemed valuable, that was. They still held out hope that his virginity would fetch a high price, and they didn't want to risk him losing it out on his own- and even after that, he was a beautiful face- he was still valuable to them. Those that weren't valuable, no one seemed to care about. Ducking out of the theatre's doors, he hurried along to the small, dark space that he'd met Luc at for the first time. He hoped that he would hurry- hoped he would come- hoped he wouldn't be caught. All he had to do was sneak Luc back inside with him, right? No one would question him. As soon as he got Luc in the room, things would be alright. To others, it would surely seem strange that he was trying to bring a man he didn't know into his room, and the other performers would be highly upset with him, particularly since this man was so poor... but he didn't care about that. His heart fluttered whenever he thought about the painter, and he'd only met him once. He didn't know if that was a good thing, and in truth, it scared him. He already felt so attached and invested, and they had only met once... was he crazy or just love-stricken? Words: 705 Tag: Luc Notes: Worried Garnet is worried.[/style] [style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 18; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; line-height: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 15px;]by pademelon of on the edge![/style]

[LUC NICHOLAS ST.JAMES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] [style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;margin-top:15px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 23pt; letter-spacing:0;line-height:8pt;padding-bottom:-10px;color:#5c6385;text-shadow: #444444 .5px .5px .5px; border-bottom:7px solid #e0e0e0;background:#efefef;text-transform:lowercase;]my world is falling into ashes[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;]AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM HOLDING ON TO[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;background:#eaeaea;padding-bottom:10px;] [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; font-size:18pt; letter-spacing:1; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #5d7b9c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:right;padding-right:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:15pt;]and i'm frightenened →[/style][style=margin:15px;background:#eaeaea;border-top: 3px solid #bababa;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]The night he'd met the famed Garnet, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Once he'd seen that the theatre workers had taken the actor inside, his jaw clenched with annoyance, Luc had rushed home to his art supplies. There he'd sketched through the night. The next day, his friend has said that it'd been a miracle Luc hadn't set his papers on fire with how close he'd been sitting to the candle. Luc had felt guilty for letting his desires interfer with his friends' safety. But it hadn't kept him from trying to sketch Garnet from memory, while trying to keep hidden from his housemates, who it was that he was so obsessed with. He would become the butt of their jokes, for sure. That wasn't why he kept it to himself though, but rather...because he felt that what he and the actor had shared, was precious and meant to be private. Two weeks. He'd have to wait two weeks. It was frustrating to the extreme. Luc had difficulty working on the one comission he'd been assigned. He wouldn't be paid much for it, but it was work, and he'd never allowed himself to paint something half-assed; especially for someone else. But...while he was painting a bowl of fruit, his hand itched to once again sketch Garnet's face onto the canvas. Luc had almost convinced himself that he'd lost his mind. And as time went on, the image of Garnet began to fade from his mind. This only added more fuel to the fires of his frustraton. Refering to his previous sketches didn't help, as they were fairy vague on their own. It was difficult to sketch something he'd only seen for a few minutes, and in such poor lighting at that! The night before he was to meet the actor again, his stomach had been full of butterflies. He'd had to drown them with gin in order to get some sleep. Luckily his head didn't pound the next morning, and he'd worked on his comission a little more productively, in a decidedly better mood. He couldn't afford to see the play that night, Hamlet, and his friend couldn't risk sneaking him in again. So Luc had tried to stay warm at home while the play was being performed, then trudged through the snow to the bench behind the theatre. He'd tried to decide between waiting on the bench, or somewhere else...and had opted for a shadowed area by the building. This way he wouldn't appear suspicious, or draw any other unwanted attention. Yet he could still keep his eye on the bench, to see if Garnet would show. Luc didn't want to even consider how he would feel if the other male couldn't make it. He wasn't sure if he'd feel betrayed or extremely worried over the other's safety. The painter began to fidget as he heard people exiting the theatre from around the bend, the cue that the play had finished. Shouldn't be long now. Garnet would appear. Luc breathed hot air onto his hands and rubbed them together. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait for much longer, because he would wait, and wait, and wait. The boy knew he was being foolish, but he couldn't help it. And...there! There he was! A smile moved over his lips, and after quickly making sure Garnet was alone, swiftly took the few steps toward the other, "You've come..." [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; margin-bottom:15px; font-size:16pt; letter-spacing: 2; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #5d7b9c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:left;padding-left:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:10pt;]searching for the light...←[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;border-bottom:1px solid #5f5043;]POST MADE BY ASHTON OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[GARNET NOEL HARGREAVES]

[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28m240.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #FFFFFF;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] [style=margin-top: 3px; width: 80%; text-align: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; padding: 18 4 4 12; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cbcbcb 2px 2px 4px; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase;]VIOLATED, SO DEGRADED[/style][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 312; padding: 4 4 3 4; margin: 3px; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;] [/style][style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 4; color: #a2a2a2; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]THIS WILL MAKE YOU ULTRANUMB[/style] [style=background-color: #ffffff; width: 80%; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; color: #585858; padding: 4 12 4 12; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;]Garnet's grey eyes lit up when he saw the object of his thoughts standing there, waiting on him. Luc had come! He hadn't really spent a lot of time thinking on the fact that the other male wouldn't show, but Garnet had to admit that now, he realized he had been a little afraid that he wouldn't, and he wasn't sure what he would have done had that been the case. It was obvious to him he was already too far invested in the other boy, but he couldn't help it. There was just something about him that was so very kind a genuine. He rushed over to Luc, an expression of pure, genuine happiness on his face. "Of course! You came, too! I was worried..." even though he truthfully hadn't noticed that he had terrible anxiety over the matter until now, Garnet felt it was appropriate to say. Just because he hadn't recognized the emotion didn't mean he hadn't felt it. He'd never had something to lose- someone he cared about- it was all new territory to him. He found himself hoping that Luc would be patient with him when there were times he wouldn't understand a situation... but found that right now, he needed to be most focused on making sure that Luc was the person he thought he was. "I'm so happy! We have to get you inside before everything starts calming down." he looked back at the theatre to make his point. So many people were exiting it that it would be easy to slip by unnoticed if they were to venture in at this time, and Garnet knew that he needed to get back inside before they noticed he was gone and began to look for him. In fact, that was the last thing he needed- he couldn't have any attention drawn to himself this night if things were to work out as they should. Anyone else would have probably thought Garnet as being foolish and naive, and in a sense, he was. There was no way he could know whether or not Luc was a genuine guy out to harm him in some way. But unfortunately, Garnet was more likely to see the danger of someone with a higher status based on the rumors and hearsay. And besides, something in his instinct told him that this was okay. Neither method was reliable for uncovering a person's motive, but unfortunately, Garnet took things for face value and didn't bother to look for hidden implications and meanings. He took Luc's hand eagerly and started to pull him towards the back entrance to the theatre. They would be entering through it and traveling between the hustle and bustle of workers to get to Garnet's dressing room. The dressing room itself was very nice considering the boy's social status. He had many bouquets of flowers and some fine gifts such as perfume and clothes. His stage makeup was concealed in a drawer, and his costumes hung up in a make-shift wardrobe that used a curtain to hide them, though the elaborate costume dresses still managed to peak through the edges of the velvet sheet. Garnet was smiling widely as he turned around and gestured to the area. "This is my room... Umm... I don't have much, but if you want me to, I can start a fire?" he looked at the fireplace and then back at Luc. His bed appeared comfortable and cushioned- much better than anything a member of the poor class could hope for- in fact, it was very well made, but that was because, and he knew it, he was supposed to entertain high class clients in this room, and only the best type of bed would do... but he didn't think on that. He couldn't think on that now. "I've never brought someone in here before," he admitted, his cheeks flushing red with color. Words: 685 Tag: Luc Notes: Sick Chii still manages a post![/style] [style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 18; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; line-height: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 15px;]by pademelon of on the edge![/style]

[LUC NICHOLAS ST.JAMES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] [style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;margin-top:15px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 23pt; letter-spacing:0;line-height:8pt;padding-bottom:-10px;color:#5c6385;text-shadow: #444444 .5px .5px .5px; border-bottom:7px solid #e0e0e0;background:#efefef;text-transform:lowercase;]my world is falling into ashes[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;]AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM HOLDING ON TO[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;background:#eaeaea;padding-bottom:10px;] [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; font-size:18pt; letter-spacing:1; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #5d7b9c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:right;padding-right:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:15pt;]and i'm frightenened →[/style][style=margin:15px;background:#eaeaea;border-top: 3px solid #bababa;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]Luc felt relief, when the joy he felt was reflected on Garnet's face. This wasn't one-sided, whatever it was; He didn't quite have a word for it yet. Garnet had been worried? Though he supposed that both of them had the right to doubt the other, having meet only once, for a few moments, two weeks prior. He tried to tell himself that he shouldn't trust Garnet so easily, judging him to be innocent and sweet simply due to his face, his expressions, his actions. For all he knew, this boy could be the end of him. Luc had heard of people who knew to act the part of the innocent, and doing so in order to trick others or gain some thing or another. Worst case would be that this beautiful male would lure him into his dressing room and then call the theatre staff, accuse Luc of having snuck in... The boy gave himself a mental shake. Nonsense. His instincts hadn't picked up any warning signs, his gut hadn't yet urged him to run. Only if he were to receive a warning like that, or of some other sort, would he decide on a new course of action. A quick nod showed that he agreed with the other's words, about sneaking into the theatre with the use of the crowds. He was about to take hold of the other's elbow and move toward the building, when Garnet made physical contact first, taking Luc's hand. The painter's eyes widened a fraction, but he moved along with the other boy with easy, not resisting in the least. As they made their way through the flow of people in the hall, Luc tried to keep an eye out for anyone who might bring danger to Garnet, or cause either of them some problems. Sooner than he'd expected, however, they were in what appeared to be the actor's rooms. He wouldn't assume it to be so, until the other would confirm it. Though he couldn't help but look around curiously. He'd never been inside a dressing room before... An annoying sting of jealousy bothered at his chest when he saw the flowers and gifts, his eyes narrowing for a moment. He forced his gaze to move to another part of the room, his eyes catching on the glimpses of what had to be Garnet's costumes. He'd forgotten about the cold until Garnet mentioned a fire. This brought Luc's eyes back to the other male, and he nodded, "It if wouldn't be too much trouble." The night's chill had made its way into his bones, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to do any work this way. Luc pulled his hand out of his pocket and stretched his fingers out in front of himself, flexing them, checking the ease with which he could move them. The skin had gone red from the cold, and Luc frowned a little as he rubbed both hands together. The feel of Garnet's hand had lingered on his own, and he hadn't wanted to lose that feeling just yet. But warming his fingers was necessary. Without giving it much throught, he approached the bed, intending to sit on it for a moment, until Garnet spoke again... Luc's eyes widened notably as he stopped mid-step and looked at the actor again. Despite having wanted to prevent it, a hint of colour entered his own cheeks, and he quickly glanced away. What was this? Luc was never shy...but the sudden churn of desire in his belly...had made him feel excited and then a little ashamed. Garnet likely hadn't meant it in that sense... [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; margin-bottom:15px; font-size:16pt; letter-spacing: 2; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #5d7b9c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:left;padding-left:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:10pt;]searching for the light...←[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;border-bottom:1px solid #5f5043;]POST MADE BY ASHTON OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[GARNET NOEL HARGREAVES]

[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28m240.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #FFFFFF;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] [style=margin-top: 3px; width: 80%; text-align: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; padding: 18 4 4 12; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cbcbcb 2px 2px 4px; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase;]VIOLATED, SO DEGRADED[/style][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 312; padding: 4 4 3 4; margin: 3px; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;] [/style][style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 4; color: #a2a2a2; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase;]THIS WILL MAKE YOU ULTRANUMB[/style] [style=background-color: #ffffff; width: 80%; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; color: #585858; padding: 4 12 4 12; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 3px solid #c6c6c6; border-top: 3px solid #c6c6c6; opacity: 0.8; -moz-opacity: 0.8;]Luc appeared uneasy, and it made Garnet feel as if he were somehow lacking. He tried to keep quiet as he started the fire, even though he was eager to talk. In truth, Garnet had never really had any friends and he didn't take customers, so he'd never had any reason to entertain in his room. Well, that wasn't to say no one else had ever been in it. Some of the stage hands had to help him get into costume from time to time, but only females were allowed. He'd never been alone like this by his own free will with another boy. He watched as Luc seemed to contemplate whether or not he could sit down. "Ah, you can sit down if you want..." he offered. He had the bed and the chair at his dressing table. Luc could sit wherever he was most comfortable- Garnet wouldn't mind. He was currently too busy trying to focus on the fact that Luc may not like him when he got to know him. He wasn't terribly interesting, he didn't think. He was rather boring, actually, and his life was not nearly exciting as one might imagine an actor's life to be. But that was because he was a loner, and he rarely interacted with his fellow actors and actresses... mostly because the girls didn't seem to like him, and the boys seemed to expect more from him (though some were cruel as well). Garnet was desperately hoping that Luc would find some reason to still like him after this meeting for he had already made his mind up that he wanted to become close to the other. It was like a tragic love story already being written for him and he was the main character. He was the damsel in distress falling for the poor artist who he could never be with due to society's rules and laws. So much faith to place in a person he'd only met once, but as he'd thought, he was just as naive and hopeful as those girls he portrayed in plays. In fact, that was all he knew how to be. It was normal to him to find one's true love the first time meeting them. It was expected and encouraged, yet he couldn't help but feel as if in the real world that were different. He wasn't supposed to feel this way, and yet he did. The fireplace crackled with heat from the fire and he closed the little gate. "That should warm it up in here..." he smiled hesitantly at the other, his eyes averting from his gaze. He just couldn't look in the other's eyes at the moment. He was afraid of the rejection he would see. "Did you still want to draw me... That is why you came here?" he asked in a very soft voice. He knew that it was a great honor to be chosen as a subject for a painter, even a poor one. No one could ever tell when their name would be well-known throughout London- even Europe, if they were lucky. If Duke Harlowe discovered him, he would be one of the lucky ones. Perhaps he should let Luc know about him... but he probably already did. Everyone in the art world did. Even Garnet had hopes of catching his eye- not as a romantic interest, but he had secret hopes of leaving the theatre one day. He loved it, he truly did, but he yearned for so much more than the life it restricted him to. He wanted to live quietly in the countryside, of course. Money wasn't really an object (of course, Garnet had never been without, desolate, and poor). As long as there was love, any obstacle could be overcome. "I've never posed for anyone before. I'm not sure I'll be good at it, but I'll do my best," he just couldn't stop talking, either. No matter how shy or unsure of himself he felt, he just kept opening his mouth, speaking whatever came to mind, making himself look like a fool. He wouldn't blame Luc if he wanted to leave that very moment, but he hoped he didn't. He truly, truly did. Words: 751 Tag: Luc Notes: Didn't realize I had written that much. Lmao.[/style] [style=width: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -1px; font-style: italic; padding: 4 12 8 18; color: #676767; text-shadow: #cfcfcf 2px 2px 4px; line-height: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 15px;]by pademelon of on the edge![/style]