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ThePrincessCharming
Seamus Flannery
He smiled and slightly blushed as Aiden wore his new sunglasses. It was hard to take in at first, because he had been given those by one of his squadron members in the war, but he wouldn't tell that to Aiden. Not yet at least. "So, you're telling me that yer sister is a model, and you know nothing of fashion? You'll excuse me for not believing you, yeh? He grinned a bit as he recounted in his own memory just how he 'accidentally' came into posession of a pair Andy Warhol's sunglasses, and the very brush that was used to paint 'A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte'. It all seemed like yesterday to him, even though it was 130 years ago. Casually, he plopped down on the bed, leaving room for Aiden to join him if he wanted. "Warhol's sunglasses were easy enough. The man was always high on something, so he very rarely noticed when things went missing. Besides, he was always 'updating his wardrobe' so they would have been tossed anyway. But the paintbrush. Now that's a story." He kicked off his boots and leaned over,grabbing his duffel, and pulling out a bottle of vintage Irish whiskey, and a rather unimpressive beer glass with the emblem of an American hockey team from Minnesota, then poured half a glass, sipping it as if it were a soda. "Me family went on a trip to Paris in the late 1880s. Me Da was working with some French of our kind, and we were invited to dine with the Great Lord de Lioncourt, better known to the world as Lestat. At the dinner party, Lord Lestat was going on about some painting he just had made by 'some human', who I later found out was Georges Seurat. It seems that Lestat forced him to paint a grand picture of an afternoon, but told him he could only use dots, or else he was gonna," Seamus pulled his thumb across his throat and made a choking sound, indicating the painter would have been killed if he defied the vampire lord, "you know? Well, good 'ol Lestat actually kept his word. As well as keeping Seurat's supplies, clothes and anything he had brought to the palace. Seurat was sent off into the night wearing nothing but what he had when he was born, but he was lucky to have his life, and lucky he was sent from the palace at night. I guess he got home without problem. Anyways, Lestat was more interested in the painting, and since I was the youngling at the party, he told me I could have the other crap Seurat 'left behind', so I took all of it. I'm sure if I looked around in me basement I'd find the rest of it. I've got the brush in a display case. Maybe you could come stay with me over break and see it?" He sat up, smiling at Aiden brightly as he asked. It would be a pleasure for Aiden to stay with him for the break, and since his mother was gifted with natural herbs and healing, she could potentially have some better and cheaper medicines for Aiden's condition, which would make Seamus especially happy. He was quite sure that he liked Aiden. The Fae was a cute boy, and he often had to avert his gaze from Aiden in an attempt to hide his true feelings. For now, he sipped his whiskey. After regaling the Fae with his exploits, he had become rather parched.
Location: Seamus' Dorm
Mood: Happy
Company: Aiden, Cicero the Hawk
OOC: ((I actually made that story up on the spot! Thank god I randomly named a French painter, otherwise the whole thing with Lestat wouldn't have made any sense...bless that sexy French immortal ;3 ))
He smiled and slightly blushed as Aiden wore his new sunglasses. It was hard to take in at first, because he had been given those by one of his squadron members in the war, but he wouldn't tell that to Aiden. Not yet at least. "So, you're telling me that yer sister is a model, and you know nothing of fashion? You'll excuse me for not believing you, yeh? He grinned a bit as he recounted in his own memory just how he 'accidentally' came into posession of a pair Andy Warhol's sunglasses, and the very brush that was used to paint 'A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte'. It all seemed like yesterday to him, even though it was 130 years ago. Casually, he plopped down on the bed, leaving room for Aiden to join him if he wanted. "Warhol's sunglasses were easy enough. The man was always high on something, so he very rarely noticed when things went missing. Besides, he was always 'updating his wardrobe' so they would have been tossed anyway. But the paintbrush. Now that's a story." He kicked off his boots and leaned over,grabbing his duffel, and pulling out a bottle of vintage Irish whiskey, and a rather unimpressive beer glass with the emblem of an American hockey team from Minnesota, then poured half a glass, sipping it as if it were a soda. "Me family went on a trip to Paris in the late 1880s. Me Da was working with some French of our kind, and we were invited to dine with the Great Lord de Lioncourt, better known to the world as Lestat. At the dinner party, Lord Lestat was going on about some painting he just had made by 'some human', who I later found out was Georges Seurat. It seems that Lestat forced him to paint a grand picture of an afternoon, but told him he could only use dots, or else he was gonna," Seamus pulled his thumb across his throat and made a choking sound, indicating the painter would have been killed if he defied the vampire lord, "you know? Well, good 'ol Lestat actually kept his word. As well as keeping Seurat's supplies, clothes and anything he had brought to the palace. Seurat was sent off into the night wearing nothing but what he had when he was born, but he was lucky to have his life, and lucky he was sent from the palace at night. I guess he got home without problem. Anyways, Lestat was more interested in the painting, and since I was the youngling at the party, he told me I could have the other crap Seurat 'left behind', so I took all of it. I'm sure if I looked around in me basement I'd find the rest of it. I've got the brush in a display case. Maybe you could come stay with me over break and see it?" He sat up, smiling at Aiden brightly as he asked. It would be a pleasure for Aiden to stay with him for the break, and since his mother was gifted with natural herbs and healing, she could potentially have some better and cheaper medicines for Aiden's condition, which would make Seamus especially happy. He was quite sure that he liked Aiden. The Fae was a cute boy, and he often had to avert his gaze from Aiden in an attempt to hide his true feelings. For now, he sipped his whiskey. After regaling the Fae with his exploits, he had become rather parched.
Location: Seamus' Dorm
Mood: Happy
Company: Aiden, Cicero the Hawk
OOC: ((I actually made that story up on the spot! Thank god I randomly named a French painter, otherwise the whole thing with Lestat wouldn't have made any sense...bless that sexy French immortal ;3 ))