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From:meanheart
Date:September 15th, 2006 07:25 am (UTC)
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alice: how would you like to proceed with this, another entry for thursday? would that work better for other beautiful boys reading along?

I fight with my mouth to suppress a smile at the notion of him appearing in my door way at two am. I hardly ever sleep these days, a bit of company in the early hours would be more welcome than not, especially by such a beautiful stranger. Even if only for the sake of conversation.

"Ten am?" I repeat, almost taken aback, I dislike waking up any time before eleven, even if my shop demands me keep early hours. No one is ever in the shop that early, I suppose that would be best.
"Yes, ten it is, as I say if it suits you."
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From:eclectictastes7
Date:September 16th, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
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as eclectictastes7: I'd say we should do a new entry, yes. I'd like to backtrack and to try to start my conversation with James first, if that's cool.

He looks rather horrified by my suggested time. A late riser, I suppose. I used to be like that, but Bernardo trained me out of it. He loved, loves, the morning's light, and I found I liked it, as well. It gives a certain clarity unavailable in the afternoon, especially during these dreary English winters.

I smile at him. "I take it you might actually be up if I arrived at two, then? But no, if you prefer, we could make it... shall we say... one in the afternoon? I wouldn't like to impeed on your morning."
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From:meanheart
Date:September 16th, 2006 05:31 am (UTC)
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alice: that's fine,.. just don't keep me waiting too long. :3 there's a beauty in this rpg i miss in it's stagnant moment
ps i thought bernando was dead?


I ponder this, thinking over the schedule and flow of the shop and incomnig customers.

"Actually, ten or two would be more realistic, by one I might actually run the risk of having a customer or two."

I smirk and cock my head slightly to one side, trying to take stock of the situation. I run my hand through my hair and turn to look out the window, trying to distance myself, though I'm not sure why. I want to be open with you Julian, but would you do the same for me?

Taking a deep breath, I turn back to you, with a warm, welcoming smile.

"Please, come when it is convenient for you. Be it two am, one pm, or anytime in between. You will be Adonis for the next two weeks, and will be treated as such."
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From:eclectictastes7
Date:September 16th, 2006 07:03 pm (UTC)
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I'll get it started soon, and keep it up as well as possible. If it's too slow, we can go ahead.
No, he's not dead. He's still alive and kicking back in Italy.


I laugh. "Well, aren't you optimistic?" I ask teasingly. He does not have much faith in the draw of his shop.
"It does sound nice to be Adonis," I say. Again, I add silently. I glance out at the road, suddenly caught by the stream of my life. I doubt he could be aware of how much favor my looks have won me; I often forget, myself. I'm fairly sure that even Mr. Tyler hired me more for my looks than my personal skills or my ability with paints. Though I doubt this Slade Montague can bestow the favors of Penelope, maybe he can provide friendhsip or support, as did Bernardo. At least, I conlude, he can make me feel nice. Modeling always does.
"I'll be by around ten, then," I say, leaving my reverie as suddenly as I entered it.
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From:meanheart
Date:September 17th, 2006 06:34 am (UTC)
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Oh my god, I just came all over my seat. Your icon is so sexual it burns my eyes.

His eyes blank and the tiniest self assured smile haunts his lips, though only momentarily. He is a million miles away for a few seconds, and then seems to come alive all at once. Julian flesh flushes in one swift moment that seems to inflate his whole body at once. Suns rise and set in his eyes, and clarity clears the irises.
Wish I could stop staring.

"Ten then, on Thursday. I shall see you then Mr. Howard."

I give him a gentleman's bow, however, my lock on his eyes never falters or falls, until I stand erect and nod my head in customary fashion. My hand embraces the skeleton of the door, as I turn back slowly and speak softly, so only he could hear.

"Thursday is my favourite day of the week."

I pass him one farewell smile, and close the door behind me.
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From:eclectictastes7
Date:September 17th, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)
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I'm... glad? Yes. I'm glad! You can check out the original Here Guh. So hot... anyway, back to matter at hand.

He bows as he takes his leave. I know of few men who still follow such formal procedures. On some it seems stiff and old-fashioned; on him it seems strange and oddly beautiful, with his strange hair falling before his eyes and his eyes smiling. I like it.
"I'm glad," I respond with a smile. "Until then."
I watch him as he moves down the street. A highly trussed-up woman with a very ostentatious hat almost trips over her own feet when he walks by her. He's nothing if not unusual.
I'm still laughing when I see that the same lady and her slightly concern-looking husband are heading for my front door. I pull my face straight. Until I get off work tonight, I remind myself, I am nothing but a diffident gallery boy.
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