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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 29, 2008 21:45:34 GMT -5
((I figure we can talk about them going up in this thread, if we need to, to save moving about.))
Erik had informed them both, last night, that today Carlos would show Simon around to the company. He supposed Erik wished for the boy to have freedom of movement, if he was to learn the business, but he also knew that his own position looked decidedly odd. Carting a pretty little thing about in the absence of his rarely-visible lover.
He found himself thinking about his reaction to Simon last night, the way the cat had accepted him immediately despite the man's residual fears of being replaced in some fashion.
Then he remembered Erik's question, and blushed fiercely before banishing the color from his round cheeks.
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Post by Simon Destler on Dec 30, 2008 3:33:36 GMT -5
Simon had awakened, cleaned himself up properly and put on his good suit so as to appear like the appropriate sort of person who'd be seen with the Opera singer. After being soothed to sleep with his father's warmth, Simon was in much better spirits come the next morning.
Pacing a bit before they were to leave, Simon flexed his hands open and closed, then rubbed the sweat from them against his trousers, nervous about being around a new grouping of people.
"Simon Taylor. Simon Taylor. 'Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is Simon Taylor," he rehearsed, his stomach just clinging to his breakfast with his anxious state.
"I hope I don't mess this up," he muttered to himself.
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Post by Erik Destler on Dec 30, 2008 3:55:06 GMT -5
Erik was already dressed, sans mask, and ready to begin his day--search for a priest to quite likely blackmail or otherwise force into performing a ceremony in a proper church with a decent mass--written by himself, of course. He'd only not left yet because he realized he had no idea of Carlos' religious preferences, if he had any at all.
He passed Simon and smoothed the boy's curls back. "You shant have to introduce yourself, my boy. Carlos will do that for you--children should be seen and not heard and all that. You're there to meet the company and accustom them to your face. M. Julian may approach you at some point, that's fine. But do try to avoid M. Erik."
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Post by Simon Destler on Dec 30, 2008 4:11:00 GMT -5
"Right, right... I just want to be prepared, is all." He took a deep breath again, calmed by the thin, gelled hand on his head.
"Which one is Julian again? I only know Carlos... Sr. Castro." And Alex, but that was because he knew she was a woman, and he liked her singing.
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Post by Erik Destler on Dec 30, 2008 4:41:05 GMT -5
"Julian is the pretty blonde. Tall, angular. Carlos can point him out."
He stepped away to fetch his mask, holding it in his hands so that he could kiss his lover--his betrothed--before letting them go up. "Watch for Addams as well--the Spaniard. He's loud and likes to provoke my future husband. You should know him straight away."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 30, 2008 10:26:54 GMT -5
After his detailed toilet, Carlos emerged, looking like quite a different figure not only from the lynx but the scruffy, robed man Simon had breakfasted with the day before. He thought it might be odd, seeing the boy again after last night, knowing what Simon did not know. But the slightly protective feeling lingered, edging out the feeling of being invaded. At any rate, he moved to Erik's side, receiving the man's kiss and returning a private smile.
"Yes, yes, everyone likes to provoke El Castro," he said, oddly jocular. "So very entertaining, to see him running in circles."
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Post by Simon Destler on Dec 30, 2008 14:22:22 GMT -5
Simon snickered a little bit, into the back of his hand. If this was certain to be his family, it was an odd one, but the boy seemed okay with that.
"You won't let them treat me like a toddler, will you, Senor? Because I'm not, you know..." he said sharply, adding an index finger to his point, but there was a little smile on his face, hinting at the jesting abilities he inherited from his father. "Just because I'm really short..."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 30, 2008 14:34:54 GMT -5
"No, no, assuredly not," Carlos agreed. "I would put you at six or seven, at least. I doubt any of them will be inclined to dandle you on their knees." Though the boy would have to start watching himself, if he wanted things to stay that way. No doubt he already was.
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Post by Erik Destler on Dec 30, 2008 15:11:08 GMT -5
"Well then, before you two are off--my dear, what sort of church would you prefer?"
He put his mask into place and buttoned up his coat, adjusted his scarf and hat and looked very intimidating.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 30, 2008 15:15:45 GMT -5
"The church and I parted ways years ago," Carlos murmured. "But I was raised Catholic." He blinked. "You don't mean an actual church, Erik. You can't. It's not... well, done."
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Post by Erik Destler on Dec 30, 2008 15:27:25 GMT -5
"Of course I mean an actual church, your wedding must be perfect, after all. It will be no trouble, I'm sure to have it settled in only a couple of days. Now off with you, you'll be late...later than usual."
His voice grinned and Carlos' backside received a smart swat.
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Post by Simon Destler on Dec 30, 2008 15:31:04 GMT -5
Simon raised a brow at the exchange between his father and... what would this make Carlos to him? Step-....something. Step-Father? The boy snickered again and covered his mouth, stifling himself before he blurted out something to the affect of calling Carlos "Mother."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 30, 2008 15:40:49 GMT -5
Carlos greeted this with no more than a furrowed brow before deciding to leave it to Erik--not that he had a choice, after all. If Erik wanted a church wedding, well... Goodness, what about his career? Well, there was no reason it had to be splashed across the front page--or any. Carlos would just have to speak with Erik later about the privacy of such arrangements. The possible injury to his career. Some scandals were too much for the public to absorb.
"Rehearsal cannot begin until Faust is there," he said airily. "Therefore I can never be late." But he departed anyway, assuming Simon to be in tow and moving as quickly as he could without the appearance of hurry.
When they arrived in the auditorium--late, as predicted--Carlos did not ignore the stares, but stared right back, as if daring them to question the boy's presence. Of course, if they did, he'd merely tell them the truth--essentially.
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Post by Simon Destler on Dec 30, 2008 18:26:57 GMT -5
Simon had lingered behind Carlos as soon as they got in the door, looking more sheepish and small than he wanted to be seen. While he had been better around the people at the Halloween party, none of those people had taken an interest in him; now in El Castro's presence, he could already feel the questions coming to the fore.
Already, a tall, dark and slender man had slithered up to Castro and the boy, keeping a fair distance to not be with reach, but it was still uncomfortably close.
"El Castro has brought along... mmm, a protege?" said the dark man, who looked at the boy almost like a fresh dinner. "A young apprentice to... teach your ways, Senor?" mocked the man, grinning with teeth sharp enough to make Simon gasp and, inadvertantly, grasp Castro's hand in the need for safety.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 30, 2008 18:35:34 GMT -5
It would have looked worse to let go, so Carlos squeezed Simon's hand slightly without otherwise acknowledging it--the boy wanted to be treated like a man, but he was not quite there yet. Addams' manner made Carlos bristle, for while it was no one's business but his own if he took a young... protege, the insult to Simon was clear.
"Whatever you think of my ways, Señor, I advise you to keep it to yourself," Carlos grated. "This is Simon Taylor, and he is my responsibility--and under my protection--while he is here. You know his father, I believe."
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