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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 13:52:04 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
The day after their aborted encounter at Valmont's home, a carriage rolled up to the side entrance of the Opera. Valmont had come himself, afraid that Mortimer would not agree to enter without knowing it was his carriage.
He was still sorting out his reaction to the little man. He had been aroused--the novelty, combined with the man's innate pretty looks, were plenty. But he was not undisturbed by the anatomical realities, though he had by no means been timid in his choice of partners in the past. Many people had oddities about them, some of which augmented their attractiveness, and some which detracted, and that largely depended on both people involved. Mortimer... was a mystery. Which made him attractive, certainly. But in a way that vaguely disquieted Valmont when he thought too much on the subject.
He peered from the window, hoping he'd see the little man if he left.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 14:02:19 GMT -5
Mortimer had rested the night through and woken up quiet excited, dressing in his "good" clothes, the set of his two suits of clothes that Valmont had approved better of. He idly combed out his hair with his fingers, only because he'd seen people in the Opera doing that with silver tools, which he did not have (maybe he would ask Valmont).
Erik was already at rehearsals so he simply left the house and moved above, leaving the Opera and stopping a moment in the street to decide which way to go.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 14:23:31 GMT -5
Valmont opened the door without moving from the carriage, leaning out just slightly. "Monsieur Mortimer," he called, in a voice that carried despite its relative softness. "A good day to you."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 14:27:35 GMT -5
The little man turned toward the voice and gave an excited trill nearly hopping over to the cab and stopping short of the door, smiling with his hands folded behind his back.
"Hello, Monsieur Valmont! Did you come to watch rehearsings?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 14:30:18 GMT -5
There was a very amused paused before Valmont uttered a single syllable.
"No."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 14:42:25 GMT -5
"Oh."
He rocked on his heels a bit, thinking before brightening again.
"Did you come to see me?" He grinned and reached out to stroke the smooth wood of the carriage door. "Would like to go f' eat? Walk the park?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 15:30:58 GMT -5
Valmont placed a hand gently over the one Mortimer laid on the door. "Yes," he said. "I came to see you. And we'll eat, or walk, if that's what you like." He smiled charmingly. "Get in."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 15:41:18 GMT -5
The creature blushed and curled elegant little fingers around Valmont's as he climbed into the carriage, sitting himself right into Valmont's lap, already purring and nuzzling up to the man's neck even with hte door still open.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 15:54:35 GMT -5
Valmont, gratified and alarmed at once by Mortimer's display, slammed the door shut and rapped on the top of the carriage with his stick. It rolled forward, the driver used to driving aimlessly when not instructed otherwise without going to far out of the way of any of Valmont's usual haunts. The windows were equipped with curtains, most of which were already drawn. Valmont drew the last.
"Would you rather," he said quietly, "go to my house?"
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 16:30:38 GMT -5
"Can have chocolate there? Wine?"
He sat back a bit to watch the man, smiling, small hands resting on Valmont's chest, playing with fabric and, for once, trying to feel what was underneath. He idly wondered if Valmont was as strong as Erik or as pretty in shape as Julian.
"Yes, I would like to go to Valmont's house."
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Post by Valmont on Dec 10, 2008 16:50:22 GMT -5
((... no, he's not. Sorry!)) "I bought more, just for you," Valmont said, though it was not entirely true. He'd had more bought. "You can have whatever you like, Mortimer." Anyone more versed in the sort of interactions Valmont generally had would realize that he was not merely talking about food, but he did not think Mortimer would catch it. It hardly mattered; the pretty thing was perched on his lap now, exploring Valmont with more interest than he'd shown previously, and Valmont reaffirmed his estimation that yesterday had been a success. The carriage ride did not take very long, and as before a footman opened the door to reveal the house, another waiting to usher them in.
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Post by László on Jan 12, 2009 21:37:42 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** László was standing in an alleyway behind the opera house. This part of the building faced a veritable maze of back alleys and side-streets that would make the uninitiated completely lost, and likely to accidentally wind up in a bad part of town. László, though, was rather adept at navigating the mess and knew the quickest way through it to reach the Populaire. It was very different in appearance from the Dracheheim Opernhaus--while the converted gothic church was a dark, brooding edifice of muted colors, the Populaire was bright and gilded with an elegance the older Opernhaus lacked. That, and if one stood just so in the back alley, they could hear the singing. Faust. They were rehearsing Faust. And from the sound of it, he'd gotten here in time to catch one of the signature arias.
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 21, 2009 21:03:08 GMT -5
Once again Louis was back at the opera, he imagined that he spent more time there than even at home.
But it didn't really matter, when you slept all day, finding things to do at night was difficult to say the least and it would seem the opera house was open 24 hours a day.
He came around the back alley of the opera and noticed a tall man leaning against the opera house, as it were, when Louis walked he made no sound, so he only expected to startle the man when he said "Hello."
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Post by László on Jan 21, 2009 21:28:59 GMT -5
Louis was right--at the voice coming out of nowhere, László jumped and whirled around to see who it was. It was never a good thing when someone snuck up on you in the dark.
"Hi." He said, trying to ease his racing heart.
The other man looked as though he certainly had money to burn, if his manner of dress was anything to go by. He almost chuckled at his own train of thought--would be rather audacious to solicit someone here by the opera house.
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 21, 2009 21:31:36 GMT -5
Louis smiled calmly "I'm sorry for startling you sir, but may I ask what you are doing?"
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