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is when I really come alive

An angel in the form of some loudmouthed bloke appeared at Julian's shoulder and demanded that Dorian receive his gift in public. Julian beamed at the man, and gave a soft chuckle. He could see that Dorian's smile was tense, even though he was trying his best to play along with whoever this man was. At least Jules would have a scapegoat if Dorian got his knickers in a twist after this. It was all this man's fault, all of it, Julian had no say in the matter, clearly, his hand was being forced. Also playing along, Jules blew out a breath, looking hesitant and glancing around the room. Quite a few of the guests were looking in their direction now. Perfect. "If you're sure," Jules gave Dorian a comforting nod, eyes expressing the utmost sympathy towards his brother. He had to believe that this was entirely his own decision.

"River had boxes of old things up in her attic and I found this when I was looking through some of our mother's belongings." Jules reached into the inside pocket of his waistcoat and pulled out a small envelope that looked like it had seen better days. The paper was wrinkled, the seal long ago torn, and it appeared that it had been taken out and read regularly over the years. On the front of the envelope, in his mother's beautiful handwriting, were the words "Baby L'Amour". Julian had read it at least twenty times since he had found it. It was rather personal, but the letter held details of Dorian's father and a whole other side of his family that he had not yet discovered. Jules had known how uncomfortable Dorian had been when they had first met. It had taken a long time for him to warm up to Jules, and to accept that he had family now. How could Jules possibly keep him from going through that all over again? He just couldn't. He held the letter out to Dorian. "It's addressed to you. It's not an extravagant gift, or some fancy tie rack, but it's a gift of family. Your family." Would it be inappropriate to excuse himself to go and cackle maniacally in another room?



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Everyone!
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is when I really come alive

A genuine chuckle escaped Jules' lips before he pursed them, trying to suppress it. "You're hardly the creepy type, love," he told her. Jules knew the creepy type all too well, he had seen creepier things than the beauty in front of him could possibly imagine, and he had no intentions of ever sharing those mental images with anyone. Flashes of fangs scraping along human flesh, claws raking along legs, rabid howls, heads reaching for the moon; his head swam with them, and that was just the tip of his memories. It was also his future. His forever. And it wouldn't do for him to dwell on any of it today, not when he was already in a mood. Perhaps Rhiannon had been sent by some kind forces to relieve him of his grump. "Since you are here, perhaps I can make it up to you," he suggested, swirling her vial of potion around in his hand. "I presume you're on your lunch break?" His eyes were keen on hers, waiting for her to come up with an excuse, or say she needed to get back to work. Jules wasn't used to rejection, but women like Rhiannon, strong, independent, they never did make it easy.



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tag: Rhiannon Skye Rayne
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outfit: Sexy work robes.

is when I really come alive

Monday mornings were a nightmare in any job, Jules had been told, though he hadn't experienced it personally until he started working at the apothecary. They really were the worst part of the week. Jules had had two spills, a line that trailed down two aisles - two aisles - and he'd been late on his break, so now he couldn't go on his lunch for another twenty minutes. He wasn't in a good mood. He wasn't in a bad mood, just stressed and hungry, two things he didn't cope particularly well with. A moody expression glued to his face, he carried on with the task of twining packages behind the counter, sticking labels on them to be put out on the shelves later. By someone else. His boss could go and suck a dead donkey's arse if he thought Jules was shelf stacking after lunch. The shop was finally quiet, everyone too busy stuffing their faces except Jules, and the bell jingling at the door made him sigh.

At least it was only one jungle. He'd been tempted to rip the bell off and eat it earlier in the morning. A minute later someone approached the counter and he looked up, eyes widening at the woman who stood in front of him throwing accusations around that he didn't need today. He shook his head with a half smile. "My son thought the card you'd given me was something for him to colour in," he said, ringing up her potion and eyeing her carefully. She was as beautiful as he remembered from that night at the art gallery. He took the coins she tossed to him, but kept hold of her potion. "I thought my showing up at the Ministry to find you and ask for another would be a tad creepy." This time his smile was wider.



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tag: Rhiannon Skye Rayne
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outfit: Sexy work robes.

is when I really come alive

Dorian had mentioned a kids event happening in Whimsic Alley, and Jules hadn't been sure whether he'd be able to make it or not. He was supposed to be working, but he'd managed to swap his shift, and now he was stood inside the new book shop with the weird name watching Tristan run around with a group of little girls dressed as fairies. Tristan was also dressed up as a fairy prince. He had on a little waistcoat with gold trim, fairy pants and shiny boots. His hair was mussed up, golden curls sticking up in every direction, and he looked like a dashing miniature version of Jules. He was adorable. They were both adorable, and Jules leaned against the wall at the back of the shop, checking the clock every now and then. He wasn't unhappy at the event, it just wasn't his kind of thing. He did enjoy seeing Tristan having a nice time, and he'd stay as long as his son wanted, but he hoped they would get to the main event soon.



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tag: Everyone!
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outfit: Too sexy for this shop. // Tristan

is when I really come alive

Tristan was happily playing with the other kids in a special room set up just for them. He was excited to see Ariel, and Jules had told him to stand up to Dorcas' bossy boots step daughter Aurora if she started telling him what to do. Tristan was not that way inclined. He was a gentle boy, enthusiastic, chatty, but his leadership skills were lacking. Jules was working on building his confidence, no child of his would be timid around stronger characters. Happy that his son was content for now, Julian headed to the party room, drink in hand. He wasn't overly enamoured with Dorian's friends, so there weren't many people there that he was comfortable talking to, but he spotted Geralina trying to blend in with the walls and thought she might like some company. He liked his brother's quieter friend, she was awkward, a total nerd, but absolutely beautiful. He enjoyed pushing her buttons to see if there was any steel underneath that shy exterior. She was easy to talk to, and spent most of the conversation blocking his flirting with questions about his son. She was a clever one.

Dorcas strolled in with her hot little booty on display, and Jules' attention was stolen for a moment, until the room went dark and his view was obscured. Never mind, best for her not to see him admiring her arse, she'd only enjoy it and he couldn't have that. He was right at the front of the room when a hush fell over the small crowd. His hand brushed briefly over his pocket to double check that his present for Dorian was still in there. It was a letter, something very special that Julian had found in his mother's belongings, stashed away in River's attic for Merlin knew how long. That letter was the entire reason that Julian had wanted to give Dorian a birthday party, so that not only would his brother be uncomfortable, but he would also get quite the shock when he opened Jules' gift. Double the discomfort, double the enjoyment for Jules. He could sense Geralina slowly backing away when someone nearby let one rip. Smirking, Julian glanced sideways at the shy brunette, who had hidden behind a plant. He raised his eyebrows at her accusingly, enjoying the horror in her eyes as she realised that he thought it was her. He waited until she was properly mortified before looking away again, satisfied, ready to be the first person his brother saw when he walked through that door.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Everyone!
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is when I really come alive

She was flicking crumbs at him, trying to get under his skin with her dirty habits, and Julian pursed his lips against his coffee cup. He sipped it again. It wasn't hot, not enough to scald a person, though he had wonderful visions of dumping it over Dorcas' head and watching her skin peel off in pretty little layers. Would it be terrible of him to bite her? He was sure he could take her by surprise, sink his teeth into that delicate neck of hers, or any part of her, really, he wouldn't mind biting her arse, that'd make it more fun. She'd be a wild werewolf, a right handful but it'd be worth it to get revenge for the crumb flicking. Perhaps he was overreacting. She had just agreed to his request, after all, he should play nice. Jules put his cup down, dipped two fingers into the coffee and flicked it at Dorcas' face. "March. Around the seventh." He gave her a smile that said he wasn't willing to reveal any more details than that. It was ludicrous to think he might get away with throwing Dorian a party at her house without her being invited or knowing it was happening, but he enjoyed the thought.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
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outfit: Black is the new black.