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is when I really come alive

"Rhiannon." That suited her. Jules shook his head at her question. "No, no. I dabble in a bit of painting, myself. I'm just a fan." He flashed a mildly embarrassed smile. Julian did not like to admit his talents out loud. He was arrogant by nature, and not at all lacking in confidence, but his art was something private, something just for him. Talking about it to complete strangers was out of his comfort zone, and something he wanted to brush off whenever possible. "At the risk of sounding like a walking cliche, do you come to these types of things a lot?" he asked, chuckling at himself and lifting a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. He took a sip, eyes roving across the room to Dorcas Meadowes as she announced her presence loudly to the entire building like the sexy little idiot she was. Julian paid her no mind, he had someone else holding his interest tonight.



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tag: Rhiannon Skye Rayne
words: 198
notes: <3
outfit: The soul of a painter.

is when I really come alive

Art. The one thing in his life that he had always had a passion for. It never faded, it never failed to get him through darker times, and it was just for him. He didn't flaunt his talent. It wasn't hidden, he had pieces up around his house, but some of them were very personal, and it took a lot for him to talk about his paintings and what they represented. He couldn't remember when he had learned that he was skilled at drawing and painting. Probably as a boy, though certainly his time at Hogwarts had taught him the beginnings of how to enchant his artwork. Bringing them to life, now that was a real talent, and though he wasn't the best with a wand, Jules had found it easier than breathing some days, and his pack had known to leave him be when they found him with a brush in his hand. He had spent so much of his time travelling with his werewolf brethren just painting his days away. He had nothing else to do, so honing his craft seemed the obvious choice, and it blocked out his many troubles. He had even taught Scarlett how to enchant her own paintings when she had joined them and she'd made somewhat of a living out of it before she had died. Another dark personal element of his craft.

The show at the gallery tonight was to display the work of Quinn Blackwood, an artist Jules had heard of, but never really thought of beyond seeing his name in a magazine once or twice. His work was good, and there were some beautiful pieces, but Jules couldn't help but look for flaws in them. That one there had the wrong shade of green on that leaf. The brush strokes were infinitesimally visible just at the edge of this one. He couldn't help it. He also couldn't help but notice the beautiful blonde standing beside him looking like she was trying hard to appreciate what she was seeing. "It's delicate work, enchanting pieces like this," he said, tilting his head in her direction but not actually looking at her. "If you stare for too long you start to find flaws."



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tag: Rhiannon Skye Rayne
words: 405
notes: <3
outfit: The soul of a painter.

is when I really come alive

Dorian said nothing, and far from being surprised when the older man pulled him into a hug, Jules gripped his brother tightly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He held on for a long while, tears soaking Dorian's shoulder, before he finally realised what he was staring blindly at. Boxes. Boxes packed up with Dorian and Ariel's life. Boxes that would take them far away from him. Not only had he been dropped into this nightmare situation, he was now going to be completely alone with it. Dorian was taking Ariel somewhere where she would have a better life, Jules supported that, but now... Now it was another blow. He had never thought he would feel this way, but he needed them to stay. He needed to not be alone. Alone in a poky little granny flat with a brokenhearted boy that wouldn't even have a bed of his own. Julian released Dorian slowly, red eyes avoiding Dorian's face as he took a step back.

"I'm sorry. You're busy. I shouldn't be putting this on you." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake either child. Voices echoed through the small hallway even when hushed, the last thing he needed was two confused toddlers and a couple of nosy neighbours poking their heads out of their doors to see his devastation on full display. He cleared his throat, though the lump remained stubbornly lodged in there. "I just-" He just what? He gestured lamely, at a complete loss of what to do or say. Jules shook his head. "What do I tell him? What do I do with him?" Get him a sofa bed and tell him his mum had gone on holiday indefinitely? That seemed like a quick fix he could pull off, but there was no way he could do that. Lying to his son was not something he ever wanted to do. He treasured his relationship with Tristan more than anything, but he just knew that no matter what he did from now on, he would mess it up somehow.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
words: 380
notes: <3
outfit: Classic Jules.

Breathe Me Back To Life

Jules pressed his lips together as Lunete covered her face with her hands and began to sob. He didn't want to hurt her, though nobody would believe him right now. He couldn't continue with a lie. If he were to just stick it out when he wasn't feeling it anymore, she would be even more hurt in the long run. Hurt that he'd pretended to still like her when he'd lost interest, hurt because she'd be even more attached to him and it would be harder to let go. It was easier to just cut ties now, as soon as he knew he didn't look at her the same way he used to. Somebody else might have seen her going through this dark patch and wanted to protect her and help her through it. Jules just felt smothered and like her sadness was hitting far too many nerves for him to deal with it. He'd lost parents and a sibling. That was still fresh for him. Seeing someone else going through that opened all of his own wounds right back up, and he needed to protect himself before trying to protect Lunete. He had to put himself first.

Her sobs gained a few looks from others in the bakery, and Jules let out a heavy sigh as Lunete fled from the table and out of the door. It was done. She would get over it, and though he felt like a bit of a prick for making her cry, it was for the best. He gave her a few minutes head start, not wanting a confrontation in the middle of the street, and then left the bakery, too. She wasn't out there waiting for him, so he headed down the street and apparated home with a bittersweet feeling in his heart. Lunete was hurting, but she would be fine. She'd curse him for a few months, then realise that he had made the right decision and move on. Jules tried to focus on the sweet part as he made himself a cup of tea. He was a free man again. His smile grew bigger and bigger as he stirred his tea. It was a good feeling.



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tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn
words: 386
notes: <3

Breathe Me Back To Life

Why? Hadn't he just told her why? Oh, here we go with the not listening, and the childish stalling. That must have been what she was doing, asking him to repeat himself so she could try and slow down what was happening. Then she'd have time to come up with some sort of argument or ten as to why he was making a mistake and should change his mind. He wouldn't be changing his mind. It didn't matter what she said, he was done. He'd had enough of Lunete's drama, and it had only been a week, Merlin knew how demented he'd feel after another week or more of it. He just couldn't be dealing with it, and she could make him repeat his reasons over and over, but it wouldn't change the fact that he did have reasons, and they were staying. "Like I said, Lunete," he said, throwing her name in there as though she were a child he was trying to teach. It was kind of a similar situation. "You need time to heal, and I can't be in the way of that. You'll be fine, you've got your dad and your brothers, and good friends." There was nothing more to say, really. The sooner she accepted it, the sooner he could get out of here and get on with his day. And the sooner she could get on with her life, and hopefully cheer up, in time.



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tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn
words: 261
notes: <3

is when I really come alive

It was late, but Julian paced the floor of the tiny apartment, one hand rubbing across his eyes repeatedly, wiping away tears that he had no control over. This morning he had woken up to authorities banging on his door. He had been told very matter-of-fact that the mother of his child had been caught up in a bar duel the night before, and declared dead in the early hours of the morning. Scarlett had been working at the the dive that he had told her she was too good for, and had gotten caught in the crossfire trying to break up a fight when a bunch of idiots had kicked off. He had sat on his sofa in a state of frozen shock before remembering that he had a son. What would become of Tristan? Where was he? Was he safe? Who was he with? Scarlett didn't see her own family, and the thought of him being dumped on one of her friends made him feel like he might throw up.

Officers had assured him that Tristan was safe with officials, and that Julian now had sole custody of the boy, being his parent and all. Jules hadn't really been able to take much in after that point. He wanted to see his boy, he needed to be with his boy. They had taken him to Tristan after explaining a few more things that he hadn't really listened to at all, and he had found his son playing in a bare white room with a few measly toys that had been scrounged from somewhere in a bid to keep him entertained. Tristan had beamed when he saw him and ran into Julian's open arms. Jules had lifted him up, picked up his bag of belongings, and carried him from the room without another word. The whole day had seemed like a blur. Tristan thought Mummy was still working, and as a three year old, he didn't ask much about her apart from telling Jules that Scarlett was selling her pretty pictures so that they could go on holiday to the beach in the summer time. He liked the beach and was excited about it. Julian had bit his lip so hard to try and control his emotions, it had bled.

He had gone through the day in a daze, taking Tristan to the shops to buy a few things he would need; a toothbrush, some kids bubble bath and shampoo, the most mundane things he could think of, but they were suddenly shockingly important. He had made a simple tea for them both and choked down his food, trying to act normal in front of his son, and then he had sang him to sleep like he usually did when Tristan visited, only this time Julian had laid in bed with him and held him for a long time after he had fallen asleep, blonde curls splayed across Julian's pillow as he slept peacefully with the face of an angel. It had been then that Julian had fallen apart. Tears had come thick and fast, and the shock of the day took a hold of him and shook up him like nothing more than a chew toy. He had slipped from his bedroom and sank to the floor, head in his hands as he allowed the panic of it all to wash over him. What was he going to do? He lived in a tiny apartment, with a shitty job, and disappeared for two days every month to turn into a wolf and haunt the woods.

He let out a sob, half anger, half devastation at what had happened to Scarlett. She was a good mother, she had her whole life ahead of her. This wasn't supposed to happen. Julian's child was not supposed to grow up without a mother. Ariel already carried that burden and more, she didn't have a dad, either. Now his own son would share the same fate, and if it was the last thing he did, Julian would cling to life for the small boy in the other room, and fight tooth and claw to be there with him until he was an old, old man. He just didn't know how he was going to do it. Overwhelmed and shaking, there was only one thing he felt like doing, and it surprised even Julian as he slipped quietly out of his apartment, crossing the hall to the door facing and knocking gently. He had no idea if Dorian would be awake at this hour, he knew he had been packing getting ready to move to a bigger place, but right now, Julian really needed family. He needed his brother.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
words: 817
notes: <3
outfit: Classic Jules.

is when I really come alive

Julian shoved, errr... placed the box of fifty brand new crystal vials in a paper bag and took payment for it, being as gentle as he could not to damage the goods. That's definitely what happened. He wasn't at all distracted by the hot blonde that had just entered the shop. The way her hot little suit clung to her curves, making her arse look like a juicy red apple that he just had to bite, was not at all distracting. He was positive that he had given the right amount of change to the old witch he was serving, and he even went so far as to wish her a nice day with a smile that made her giggle like a school girl. His eyes were most certainly not flickering to the bombshell every few seconds. No they were not. That would be highly unprofessional of him, and he needed to keep this job desperately. He'd never risk having anyone make a complaint about him. Except for when he was knackered after a full moon, then he tended to get snappy and a bit moody with customers, but the full moon had been a whole week ago, he was in the clear today, and in just the right mood for a hottie to peruse his wares.

There were no other customers waiting to be served, and actually, come to think of it, there were hardly any customers in the apothecary at all at the moment. It was quiet, peaceful, the perfect opportunity to offer a lost looking soul some assistance. The little badge on his black work cloak did say Shop Assistant right there underneath his name. It was his duty to get out there and get involved. He stepped down the single step that raised the counter that bit above the rest of the shop - all the better to keep an eye out for thieves, according to the manager - his boots silent on the stone floor as he turned onto the aisle that Bombshell was looking in. She really did look like she had no idea what she was trying to find, and he tilted his head, looking at her with the tiniest of smirks on his delectable lips. "Do you need a hand, love?" he asked, wondering what a witch as gorgeous as this was doing in an apothecary in the first place. She hardly looked the type to be into potions, there wasn't a hair out of place on her perfect head. She was a far cry from the old biddies and wiry men he was used to dealing with in here.



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tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke
words: 476
notes: <3
outfit: Black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, black work cloak.