take advantage of what you deny [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 night of a performance was always filled with much hustle and bustle. The stage hands were working their best behind the scenes to get the actors into costume, the settings changed, and making sure everyone was in their place ready to go. The night's performance was the famous Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare cast with all males as it would have been in the Elizabethan era. It was a fall-back that was considered reliable in the season when attending the theatre just wasn't as popular as it once had been. And, it was considered a homage to Shakespeare to perform the plays as he would have envisioned them. Bryton had an interesting view on these matters- Garnet was aware that Bryton Theatre was one of the last to carry on the tradition of casting all males, but even this wasn't as common for them as it had once been. Garnet knew this role well, as he'd played it several times. He had just changed into costume for the final scene where he would lie there, seemingly dead, only to wake up to find that his lover had taken his own life. Well, "she", as he wouldn't be himself on stage. He was an exceptional actor, which was odd considering his stage fright. But, he knew that he owed his current stability in life to Bryton, so he would never do anything to sabotage his success. And he was popular with the patrons, something that was starting to be encouraged for him to pursue, but so far he had managed to avoid such a thing. It worried him, truly. Part of the theatre's reputation came from its illicit activities, and he wasn't sure how much longer this would work in their favor. Too much publicity of the fact could have it shut down. At least, that's what he'd heard spoken in the hushed halls. But now wasn't the time to think of that. Romeo had just taken his own life, and it was now his scene. If others didn't know better, they might have mistaken him for a beautiful young girl. But as it was, everyone was aware of the history behind tonight's performance, and he most certainly was not female. He delivered his lines with a honest sincerity that would make the viewer believe the scene they were watching. His heart and emotion was completely enraptured in his current state. And at that critical moment, he raised the dagger so that he, too, might join his lost love. The scene ended, and soon, the play had as well. After receiving the applause and cheers of the crowd, Garnet was hurried back to his room to get out of his clothes and into something more fitting. He changed into his loose white shirt and the brown pants common for his social status. The make-up was wiped from his face, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Unlike some of his fellow actors, he would not be greeting those who came backstage. Instead, when he returned to the back halls, he hurried through them, being sure not to make any eye contact as he exited the theatre. He would stay close by, of course. It was late at night, and who knew what may be lurking around a dark corner. However, the fresh air was just what he needed, and he found himself making his way over to a bench to sit as he watched those with more innocent intention leave the theatre, chatting about the night's performance. No one noticed him now that he wasn't on stage... and he preferred it that way. Words: 668 Tag: Luc Notes: Whee~ This was fun to write. Hope it's okay for their first meeting![/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:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]IF THERE WAS ONE THING HE MISSED ABOUT HAVING BEEN OF A SLIGHTLY HIGHER SOCIAL CLASS, IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN THE BETTER SEATS IN THE THEATRE. Or anywhere else really. The poor smelled, quite awfully. And immediately following that thought, came the pang of guilt. It was unlike Luc to think like a snob; the poor weren't poor because they'd decided on it. It was this damn society's fault, all of those rich and fat men and women hoarding the money. His nose wrinkled with distaste, from the smell as well as his dislike for most of the rich. But it was best to keep his mind distracted from both of those matters. His eyes moved to the stage, and his brows rose with excitement when he realized that the play had begun. He'd read Romeo and Juliet of course, without his father knowing, but he'd never had the chance to see it performed. To make things more exciting, the model he'd been told about was supposedly acting the part of Juliet. While at first, Luc had scoffed at his friends' claims about the young male, he'd eventually been convinced enough to go see him for himself. Most of his friends were artists, poor artists, who made their living out of doing little jobs here and there like himself. One of them currently happened to have a temporary position at the Bryton, and had managed to sneak Luc into the poor, standing section. He'd of course quite appreciated this. Though he didn't particularly like standing for long periods of time, he was able to see the play for free, keeping the money he would have spent on his ticket for something more important like...food or paints. Though scenes 1 and 2, he kept his attention on the stage, though none of the actors really caught his eye, artistically. Romeo was a handsome fellow, someone Luc wouldn't mind meeting in a dark alley or a smoky room. But he was patiently waiting for Juliet. When Scene 3 finally opened, he made sure to keep his eyes glued to the stage. His focus went to "Juliet" instantly, eyes narrowing in order to catch a better, sharper view of his face. Then the "girl" turned his way and Luc felt his jaw drop. That was a male?! He swallowed hard, and finally understood. His friends hadn't exaggerated in the least; Luc's hands in fact were itching to take hold of some paper and charcoal. Or perhaps the actor's hair... - - - - - - - Once the play was over, Luc used the excuse to go and see his friend to make his way backstage. He would thank the fellow artist of course, for risking his job to get him that "seat," but more than anything, he wanted to see "Juliet" up close. He knew himself lucky when he caught a glimpse of that face in the crowd, heading for one of the doors leading out of the theatre. Deciding to thank his friend later, Luc followed the effeminate actor. His reasoning was that...not only did he want a closer look at the other, for artistic purposes, but the actor seemed to be alone, and with it being dark outside...it simply wasn't safe. Luc felt himself feeling inexplicably protective toward the other. He stepped outside and looked for the other, who'd left the building moments before him self. Cold air, along with the subdued smells of the city hit him in the face, and he realized that he'd tensed up due to the crowds in the theatre. He'd never much liked crowds. The artist caught sight of his target, seated on a bench, and rather than becoming shy, hesitating as he thought of what to say, he moved boldly forward. Luc had always been one to act on impulse. Coming to a halt, a step or so away from the other male, Luc tightened his coat around himself, and cleared his throat, "You make an outstanding Juliet." Once again acting on impulse, he'd said the first thing that'd come to mind...which luckily hadn't been something along the lines of "Remove your clothes. I want to draw you." [/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 was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed the man approaching him. He looked up only to see a handsome face and hopeful eyes. He relaxed when he realized it wasn't one of the stage-hands coming to reprimand him for being out. It wasn't safe to be out without an escort, or so he'd been told. He was a celebrity. But in truth, Garnet was only in the theatre because he owed it to the man who'd taken him in. He didn't even like being on stage, really. When spoken to, he blushed and ducked his head, shyly, trying to get away from the watchful gaze. "Th-thank you... you came to the show?" He sounded a little surprised, but most of the "poor" didn't try to approach him. It wasn't because he was mean, but he was often protected by the men hired to protect the show's stars. They didn't get the chance. He was often whisked away to talk to wealthier patrons who had less than honorable intentions and seemed upset and enraged when they were informed that he did not give any 'private performances.' The thought made him shudder with disgust, but he continued to shiver. He was incredibly thin, but it wasn't that abnormal for an impoverished population, and he had no warm furs or blankets to wrap up in. He hadn't thought about wearing something warmer since it had been so hot within the theatre walls. "It's nice to meet you... I don't normally get to meet people..." he wondered how awkward he sounded compared to the beautiful, poetic Juliet. It was why he was so afraid of meeting those who enjoyed his performances... they were often highly disappointed when they met the real thing. He was just a poor, weak boy that wanted to be accepted and loved. If that wasn't too much to ask, then why did he have no friends? In the real world, his feminine beauty was not a trait that should be desired. Aside from fantasies, he would be looked upon as wrong and disgusting. He had really started to think those things about himself, realizing that due to his poor social skills, the theatre was all he had left. At least when he acted, he could be liked. It was a fleeting feeling, but it was present all the same. Being surrounded by the cut-throat attitudes of his peers and betters, he never stopped to think that there may be some people who would accept him. And thus, he felt the need to break the truth to this male before he stepped any further. He couldn't bear disappointing anyone else. "You know I'm not a girl, right..?" he doubted this boy was trying to buy him for the night, so he felt no need to speak up that he didn't offer those services either. No one in that state of dress could have thought about it. No, Garnet wasn't like some of the others he worked along side of- he wished for the day when he'd leave the theatre and be whisked away to the country. He'd live in a quiet village life with no one to judge or disturb him. Maybe he would have a horse and a farm like he used to when he was a child. But the one thing that didn't fit into the equation... he imagined himself with another male. And that was his problem. He couldn't expect anything like that dream to come true. He would live out his days in the spotlight, he'd eventually sell out to the highest bidder when he realized he would never achieve his dreams, and he'd fade into the background until he died a poor, old beggar. Words: 668 Tag: Luc Notes: Whee~ This was fun to write. Hope it's okay for their first meeting![/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:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]OF COURSE HE'D CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY THAT THE ACTOR WOULDN'T SPEAK A WORD TO HIM, THAT HE'D BECOME ARROGANT FROM HIS FAME. But he would have hated himself if he hadn't at least tried to approach the other. When the other responded, rather than ignoring him, Luc took a little step closer, taking in the other's actions. He definitely wasn't like the character he'd enacted on stage. This only made him more interesting, rather than him being as generic as some of the other actors. Luc was yet more intrigued. "Yes, I did." He wouldn't say which section of the audience he'd been in, thinking that his clothing would be sign enough. He'd taken some of his best clothing with him when he'd run away from his parents and their church, but they'd become worn over the years. He was quite evidently either one of the working class or one of the poor. Luc didn't even know how lucky he'd been to meet Garnet at all. Though his friends would surely tell him later; if he bothered mentioning to them that he'd talked to the adored actor face to face. They'd likely turn green with jealousy, but Luc didn't feel like it was something to flaunt. He felt as if it was a moment he should keep to himself and cherish. When he saw the other shiver, the painter felt a pang of guilt. Although he tried his best to keep his clothes clean, his monetary restrictions didn't always allow for it. And his clothes had likely sponged up some of the smell from that crowd he'd been stuck in throughout the entire performance. The last thing he wanted was for the other to feel repulsed. But he didn't want him to think him not gentlemanly, watching him freeze... Though soon he decided the other's well being was more important than his opinion of Luc. So he undid his coat, shrugged it over and put it loosely around the other boy's shoulders. Garnet could easily shrug out of the coat if the action had made him feel uncomfortable, or he caught the scent of poor people on the cloth. His shoulders were tense, and he realized that he'd never been this afraid of rejection before. "Why is it that you don't get to meet people?" Yet again an impulsive movement of his mouth and vocal cords. Though he supposed, maybe it was better to just blurt out what he thought...maybe...maybe not... Luc didn't sit down beside him, not wanting to seem too forward. Besides it was probably better to use his own body to block Garnet from view. Wouldn't want a mob of fans to steal this opportunity away from him. This was likely the only chance he'd get, and he'd make damn good use of it. Though...he wasn't entirely sure what that meant yet... Garnet's next words made him blink and widen his eyes, "Yes...I'm aware." Then he realized that the other had likely been confused for a woman before, and possibly been rejected when it was revealed that he was in fact male. Luc felt annoyed with those who would pull such a stunt. Sure, Garnet was effeminate, but he also possessed male characteristics. All of those Casanovas, talking big. They didn't have a clue. "I was aware of it...before I came to see the play." [/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;]His vibrant blue eyes widened in surprise when the other shed his coat and placed it on his shoulders. He didn't reject the offer, rather hugged it to him and smiled at Luc with the kindest, most genuine smile he could. He knew what the gesture meant. It was obvious Luc didn't have much- he had no fancy coat, no rich, warm fireplace to take him to, no one he could order to fetch something... but he was offering what he had, and what he had meant that he would be the one in the cold instead. "You are very kind... thank you," he spoke softly, though more openly now. "They usually let us know who we are and aren't supposed to talk to..." he explained in response to Luc's question. "I'm not very good at conversation, anyways. I don't know what to say. Everyone expects me to be like the characters I portray but I'm not," he looked forlorn. He had impossible standards to meet, but he had so often been encouraged to continue the charade off stage, to take it a step further and make the theatre some real money... he shook his head at the thought and bit back his tears. This was the kind of talking and chattering he had been longing for, someone that would treat him kindly and listen to him. He moved over, inviting Luc to sit beside him. He didn't want to make the other stand, and it made him feel awkward to have to talk up to him. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disappoint you." he glanced away, but his cheeks flushed when Luc said that he had sought him out, even knowing he was a boy. Could something like that possibly be true? No, certainly it couldn't be. He would be deluding himself if he allowed himself to believe it, and yet... to realize that maybe someone had came to see him and not his play was refreshing and fulfilling. "My name is Garnet, by the way, Garnet Hargreaves. It's very nice to meet you," Garnet held out his hand, though perhaps it was a manner he'd picked up from the plays, his palm was facing down, as if he thought Luc would kiss the back of his hand rather than shake it- a gesture commonly reserved for women. He did have effeminate mannerisms, it was true, but in a way it was hard to avoid. With his looks and training, he knew more about that side of culture. And yet, he wore no dresses or make-up when he was out on his own. He looked simple, pretty of course, but simple. But there was an air about him, something that made you realize why he was chosen to star in productions: he was honest, and he was genuine, and all of the heroines he portrayed needed those emotions to become fully fleshed and tangible to the audience. He brought them to life to the degree that people actually confused him with them. It was quite a feat, one that he didn't see as being such a big deal. After all, all of it came naturally do him- he couldn't expect a person to act differently... everyone's heart needed to be in what they were doing. It creating meaning. Words: 668 Tag: Luc Notes: Whee~ This was fun to write. Hope it's okay for their first meeting![/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:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]HE SHOOK HIS HEAD WHEN THE OTHER BOY CALLED HIM KIND. If only he was aware of what sins Luc had committed. Though he knew he ought to know better than to think like that, but growing up in the environment he'd lived in, made it difficult not to retain some of what was being preached. At the next words, his brows drew together, and he had to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder.It wouldn't be good for him to be accused of harassment. He was poor enough as it was. The worst case scenario would be that he'd be thrown in jail for attempted kidnapping or some other made-up lie. But that was paranoid thinking, and he tried avoiding such thoughts. "I'll have to admit, I think I expected you to be somewhat like Juliet. But that must be because I had no other preconception of you." His broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. When invited to sit, he couldn't simply ignore it and remain standing. So he stepped forward, turned his body and then lowered himself onto the bench beside Garnet. "But I'm not disappointed." This was as much as he would allow himself to flirt, for the time being. He didn't want to cut their time short due to scaring much-praised actor. His head turned to face the boy, "I'm Luc St. James. It's nice to meet you too." Every time he mentioned his last name, it inevitably reminded him of his family's church, filling him with guilt and a sense of foreboding. Maybe one of these days, a person he would meet would put two and two together...then drag him back to his hating mother and father. The hint of a shiver ran down his spine, and he tried to blame it on the low temperatures. Luc saw the other offer his hand fore a handshake, though a closer look revealed that the back of the hand was facing up and...he yet again acted out of impulse. The artist took hold of the smaller hand and brought it up, up, up...then pressed his lips to Garnet's knuckles, warm breath from his nose spilling over the other's soft skin. He'd wanted to stop with the flirting, but this...he'd been unable to resist. Oh, he'd surely be tossed into jail now. [/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;]When he heard that the other had expected him to be like Juliet, his heart sank. He should have expected it, but what more could he say? Maybe he should listen to the advice he was given and wear a mask at all times. But, how could he lie to himself and others that way? Just because it was easy for other people didn't mean it was easy for him. He wanted, desperately, for someone to like him for who he pretended to be on the stage. He felt close to tears and shifted awkwardly, shying away from Luc. Perhaps he would retire early tonight. But then the other had said he wasn't disappointed. He hadn't heard that before, and he blinked in surprise, though his eyes were still glossed over with unshed tears. "Your not..?" his voice shook a little, and he smiled just a little, his head tilted down and his eyes not meeting Luc's gaze. He was far too shy to establish direct eye contact, especially with a stranger. His hands went up to the edges of the jacket shrouding his shoulders, and he pulled it closer around his body, feeling a sudden cold chill. No protest was put up as Luc introduced himself and took Garnet's hand, placing his lips on it. Garnet felt his face flush red and hoped that the cold temperatures would make it less noticeable that he was blushing from the action along. "I'm glad," he said, his voice barely a whisper as he pulled his hand back and seemed to almost relax, though he still felt nervous and hoped that his companion wouldn't pick up on it and think less of him. No, he couldn't compare to the beautiful heroines he portrayed on the stage, but he held some hope that, perhaps, just he as a person, not an actor, not a character, would be enough for someone. "If you enjoyed tonight's performance, you should really come see some of the others. Hamlet is very popular," he extended what sounded like an invitation, though in truth, he was hoping that Luc would return to see him again. He knew that any minute, he would have to return inside at the behest of the guards, but if he had the opportunity to talk to this man again, he would gladly take it. Something about his demeanor made Garnet smile, perhaps it was because he seemed so genuine when it came to speaking to him, and his actions spoke for themselves. He then gave Luc a shy smile and met his gaze only for a moment before looking away once more. "I would be happy if we saw each other again," he wondered how odd that sounded and if Luc would be offended. Surely he would... after all, Garnet was a fantasy men held, not one they actually had any intention of pursuing a true relationship with, whether it be friends or something more. He knew his place in the minds of those who liked him, but he couldn't help but hope this man might be different. Maybe, just maybe, he would see how lonely and afraid he was and decide he wanted to be there for him. Garnet didn't allow himself the pleasures of dwelling on romantic thoughts, yet he couldn't help but desire a friend and confidant all the same. Shouldn't everyone have the experience of having a true, everlasting friend? Words: 612 Tag: Luc Notes: They certainly are different in this setting![/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:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;]He caught the other boy's scent on the air, and it made his senses yearn for more. Fingertips wished to touch, tongue to taste. But he had to restrain himself. It'd been quite difficult to keep his tongue from slipping past his lips to lick at Garnet's knuckle. That would have surely caused the actor to bolt. There was no doubt about this in his mind. None at all. He hadn't noticed when Garnet had become upset of what he'd said, about expecting him to be like the heroines he portrayed on stage, and perhaps it was for the best. Luc would have likely tortured himself with guilt throughout the rest of their meeting. He was too good at that. He didn't need any fuel to add to the fire that was his hatred for himself. "No. I'm not disappointed." Luc reinforced what he'd said moments ago by saying it again. Garnet seemed like the type to need the reassurance, and luckily the painter's pride didn't prevent him from complying with the other's need. He watched as the actor took his hand back, and thought that it might be for the best. Who knew what naughty things he might have done to that hand had be been allowed to keep it moments longer. It was no wonder his father found him to be immoral. Then the other extended what seemed like an invitation to come to the theatre again, and Luc lost some of his doubts. If he frightened the boy or made him feel filthy, he wouldn't have asked for him to return, would he? "Ah, Hamlet..." His smile was charming as he contemplated, "Does your theatre perform comedies? I'm not too fond of tragedies." He didn't want to admit that he couldn't ask for his friend to admit him for free more often, and that he really couldn't afford a ticket. Maybe he could find a way to meet Garnet after her performed, like now? 'I would be happy if we saw each other again,' Perhaps the actor was flirting back? It felt exhilaration, despite the rational part of his mind warning that he better not jump to conclusions and cause himself to feel disappointed or resentful later. "That would make me happy as well." His almost content expression began to fade when he saw two men come out of the same door he and Garnet had left the theatre through, look around, and then approach them when they spotted Garnet. He had to say it, had to before those men were in hearing range, "I would like to...draw you." [/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 smile brightened when Luc said he wasn't fond of tragedies. In truth, Garnet wasn't either. He much preferred happy endings, but that was perhaps they occurred so very rarely within the real world. It was nice to escape once in awhile. "A Midsummer Night's Dream is very spectacular, you may prefer it instead?" he offered up the title. Yes, most of the acting he did was in very well known players. Perhaps it was because they were so "classic" that his role felt as a tribute to the original actors or maybe the just realized that for the majority of the crowds, a female playing female roles were starting to become much more popular. Wives would accompany their husbands to see those plays, but it was a majority of the male population of London who turned up to see him. His attention was diverted when he saw the men and knew they were coming for him. He knew it wouldn't have been long, and he couldn't have blamed them. Unfortunate things did happen to some of the actors and actresses who ventured out this time of night, especially with everyone leaving and not all willing to pay for a night with one of them. He shivered a little and hurriedly gave Luc back his coat. He didn't want the other implicated, and as he returned it, it was with a hopeful look in his eyes. He was just trying to save the other from any trouble, and he knew the other may not have the warm indoor room he did. "I am allowed to go to the marketplace during the day... But they always watch," he was referring to the men. "Meet me back here in a fortnight. Romeo and Juliet will be over then; they will have changed the play and cast. I can meet you here," he looked nervous as he stood up. "Then we-" he was cut off as he heard his name and the men were almost upon them. "I'm sorry, I have to go." he nearly tripped over himself as he darted away from Luc. He was scolded severely as soon as he was upon them and one of his arms was grabbed so that they would make sure they properly dragged him into the threatre- he wouldn't be getting away that time. Garnet looked back over his shoulder to Luc. He hoped with all of his heart that the other boy would be there. Two weeks was such a long time, but if they were going to be able to meet once more, it was going to have to be that way. He didn't know why he felt so sad at the prospect. He'd only just met the other, and only briefly at that. Was this what Juliet had felt towards Romeo? Although he had only played the part up until that point, he felt he understood. Perhaps he and the characters he portrayed were not so different as he thought. Words: 523 Tag: Luc Notes: You wanna start their next thread? :3[/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]