ᵗʰᵉ ⁽ ɢ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶ᴀ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶s̶ᴛ̶ ⁾ STAR.

#𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏.   independent   &   private   blog   for   an   original   aspiring   theatre   actor   character   , 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣   𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙚.    written   by   kim   (    she   /   her   /   28+   ).   affiliated   with   @gunbash.   a   study   in   chasing   after   your   dreams   ,   making   it   in   show business   ,   the   comic   sidekick   trope   &   finding your   worth.

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HE’S  IN  LOVE  .  he’s  furiously  ,  maddeningly  in  love  with  the  man  that  now  screeches  and  yields  underneath  him  ,  accepting  defeat  ,  finally  giving  in  to  their  teasing  ,  tickling  onslaught  .  as  he  moves  his  hands  away  from  mason’s  sensitive  sides  and  the  two  begin  to  bask  in  their  silent  stare  ,  sebastian  feels  his  heart  do  flips  in  his  chest  ,  one  after  the  other  .  he  feels  a  tightness  in  his  lungs  ,  a  ravenous  hunger  ,  an  impassioned  storm  within  his  skin  that  mason  creates  .  MASON  IS  RESPONSIBLE  FOR  ALL  THINGS  GOOD  ,  all  things  kind  ,  all  things  happy  .  here  ,  with  his  hair  askew  ,  his  eyes  wide  ,  and  his  breath  ragged  from  running  ,  he’s  the  most  beautiful  thing  on  earth  .  the  most  beautiful  person  .  sebastian  gets  caught  up  .  he  gets  wound  up  ,  tied  up  ,  floored  ,  CONSUMED  in  the  fluttery  laughter  and  mason’s  latest  remarks  —  it’s  not  fair  !!  all  sebastian  can  do  is  take  deep  ,  rejuvenating  breaths  and  lean  in  to  kiss  him  again  and  again  .  ❝  your  endurance  is  getting  better  since  we  started  going  on  runs  together  .  ❞  a  salient  observation  .  sebastian  slowly  lowers  down  atop  mason’s  chest  ,  cheek  on  his  sternum  ,  and  settles  in  against  his  chin  as  he  continues  to  speak  .  mason’s  scent  floods  his  senses  and  he  goes  dizzy  at  it  .  ❝  i  like  our  morning  jogs  .  i  like  watching  your  long  noodle  legs  .  ❞  a  tiny  laugh  .  sebastian  tucks  further  under  mason’s  jaw  and  shuts  his  eyes  .  ❝  and  i  like  …  i  like  looking  over  to  see  you  beside  me  .  i  like  having  you  there  .  ❞  a  few  slow  breaths  .  he’s  slowly  going  back  to  normal  .  ❝  just  gotta  stop  you  from  being  a  troll  about  it  .  YOU’RE  A  RATHER  ANNOYING  TROLL  .  ❞  blatant  teasing  as  he  nips  mason’s  jaw  .  ❝  god  .  think  i’ll  spend  the  rest  of  my  day  right  here  .  how’s  that  sound  .  ❞  he  slinks  his  arms  around  mason’s  middle  and  further  settles  atop  him  ,  making  it  nearly  impossible  for  him  to  leave  .  ❝  don’t  go  .  ❞  tired  now  ,  merely  a  whisper  .  ❝  let  me  hold  you   .  ❞

she   watches   the   blonde   man   and   his   curly - haired   friend   dip   his   head   down   along   with   the   rest   of   the   crowd,   and   yet   alice   can’t   take   her   eyes   off   him.   he’s   captivating.   the   room   of   people   before   herself   and   mason   rise   back   to   their   feet,   and   she   forces   herself   to   smile   as   she   looks   around   at   all   of   them,   but   she   wants   to   look   at   him.   she   wonders   what   his   name   might   be,   she   wonders   if   he’s   good   at   dancing.   she   wonders   what   his   laugh   might   sound   like.   she   needed   to   talk   with   him   as   soon   as   possible.

finally,   with   her   hand   on   mason’s   arm,   the   pair   of   royalty   descend   the   staircase   and   the   party   resumes.   the   hired   orchestra   starts   to   play,   people   who   were   talking   before   start   to   talk   again,   and   that   feeling   she   normally   gets   at   parties   like   this   sets   in.   this   is   why   she   wants   to   leave.   the   loudness,   the   inevitable   comments   about   how   people   didn’t   know   her   kingdom   had   a   princess  .   .   .   but   then   the   blonde   haired   man   from   earlier   is   right   in   front   of   her   and   mason.   alice   starts   to   smile   as   he   speaks,   takes   note   of   how   lord   beaumont’s   friend   can’t   stop   staring   at   hers.   she   wonders   if   mason   has   noticed   this.

“   it’s   a   pleasure   to   meet   you,   lord   beaumont,   mister   moran.   ”    hand   withdraws   from   mason’s   arm   as   she   curtseys,   head   bowed.    after   she’s   back   upright,   her   hands   fold   in   front   of   her,   smile   remaining.   lord   athan   beaumont.   his   surname   sounds   familiar,   she’d   likely   end   up   going   home   and   asking   her   brother   or   father   why   it   sounded   so   familiar.    “   i’m   princess   alice   bingley.   this   is   my   friend,   prince   mason   greene.   ”    she   turns   to   look   at   him,   but   gaze   is   soon   drawn   back   to   athan.    “   on   behalf   of   our   kingdoms,   thank   you   for   coming   tonight.   we   hope   the   evening   meets   your   standards.   did   you   travel   far?   ”

he's   definitely   been   staring   for   way   longer   than   he   should   ,   only   coming   back   to   reality   when   he   feels   alice's   hand   on   his   arm   ,   guiding   him   back   to   the   bottom   of   the   steps   as   everyone   in   the   room   bows   before   them.   mason's   met   his   fair   share   of   beautiful   royals   thanks   to   his   parents   insistence   that   he   find   himself   someone   to   marry   soon      ,   but   no   one   ,   not   even   close   could   compare   to   the   man   who   stands   just   a   few   steps   behind   lord   beaumont   ,   someone   who   is   meant   to   merely   linger   in   the  shadows   &   yet   ,   he's   the   first   bright   light   mason's   ever   seen   in   a   long   ,   long   time.   he   offers   the   guard   a   smile   &   bows   before   the   lord   just   as   alice   does   ,   his   eyes   continuing   to   look   at   sebastian   ,   grinning.   apparently   ,   the   feeling   is   mutual   as   he   catches   the   guard   staring   back   at   him   in   a   similar   way   &   it   seems   as   though   both   lord   athan   &   alice   have   been   having   their   own   little   staring   contest   too.   i   wonder   if   we're   going   to   make   it   to   our   reservation   now   ?

❝  we  should  be  good  people.  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  to  wake  up  in  the morning  and  not  feel  like  a  fucking  piece  of  shit?  ❞     /     @greenelight​

the first thing i think to myself is my guiding platitude :   WHAT WOULD JESUS NOT DO?   and the answer feels easy,  he’d disagree with mason,  i figure  —  argue that there’s no benefit to being a “good person”.   who fucking defines what’s GOOD or BAD anyway?   ( JESUS DID,  DIDN’T HE? )   so by that stretch,  i have the power to redefine all of that,  don’t i?   make myself into the paragon of virtue,  make everyone else out to be pieces of shit with no redeeming qualities.   it wouldn’t catch on immediately,  but hey,  it wasn’t like jesus was universally beloved immediately either.   we work up to our bigger miracles.     ‘ what’s being a good person ever done for you? ’     if there’s a mocking edge to my voice this time ‘round,  it’s an accident.   the question is genuine  —  MASON’S A GOOD PERSON,  by all standards,  but what good has that done?

SELF REFLECTION IS A CHARACTER FLAW,  not a virtue.   i’m SURE there’s something good to come from being   …   good,  i guess,  but i’ll be damned   ( ha. )   if i know what it is.   BEING “GOOD” OPENS YOU UP TO BEING STEPPED ON.   it allows you to be blind to that pointless,  miserable end that we’re all hurtling towards.   they get to live in fear of some ambiguous disease or devastating disaster,  while the rest of us   —   the fucking pieces of shit   —  at least know what waits for us down the line.     ‘ besides having to live your life as dictated by some other freak  —  WHAT REASON DO I HAVE TO CHANGE? ’     god forbid i get too close to being like my father,  after all   …

what’s   being   a   good   person   ever   done   for   you   ?   it's   a   question   that   sounds   mean   ,   yet   is   genuinely   pressing   him   for   an   answer   all   at   once   ,   forcing   him   to   cease   his   piano   playing   &   focus   all   attention   on   the   disheveled   man   before   him.   since   they   first   met   ,   he   hasn't   always   agreed   with   everything   victor   said.   in   fact   ,   they   often   argued   &   bickered   in   that   strange   sort   of   friendly   way   ,   where   you   can't   really   tell   from   an   outside   perspective   if   they're   going   to   continue   on   like   this   or   move   forward   in   their   relationship.   a   ❛   will   they   ,   won't   they   ❜   sort   of   thing.   normally   ,   mason   can   counter   any   of   victor's   words   with   clever   ones   of   his   own   ,   but   this   time   .   .   .   this   time   ,   his   words   cut   him   deep.   it   catches   him   so   off   guard   that   mason   finds   himself   speechless   as   no   thought   or   idea   really   comes   to   him   ,   remembering   how   he   often   played   the   good   friend   ,   the   good   boyfriend   ,   the   loyal   supporter   ,   only   to   have   it   all   bite   him   in   the   ass   in   the   end.   mason   isn't   a   perfect   person   ,   nor   does   he   believe   that   anyone   is   solely   good   or   solely   bad.   there's   different   levels   ━━   grey   areas   &   all   that   shit   ,   but   he   isn't   about   to   get   into   all   that.   bottom   line   ,   he   does   his   best   to   do   what's   right   &   to   be   a   good   person   to   those   around   him   ,   but   when   has   it   really   helped   him   ?   sure   ,   he   has   friends   &   great   people   around   him   ,   something   he   knows   victor   lacks   aside   from   denny   &   that   one   woman   .   .   .   beth   was   it   ?   mason   has   friends   &   people   in   his   corner   ,   but   would   they   remain   there   if   he   found   himself   in   a   tough   &   serious   situation   ?   he   remembers   when   people   left   him   during   his   toughest   times   with   his   ex.   he   hasn't   forgotten   the   heartache   he   felt   being   left   alone   when   he   had   no   idea   how   to   move   forward.   being   good   is   generally   taught   to   be   something   to   strive   to   be   ,   but   victor   throws   a   wrench   into   every   way   he's   ever   been   taught   to   believe   growing   up.   why   be   good   to   anyone   if   nothing   good   will   happen   to   you   ?

two  flutes  of  champagne  ease  the  tension  from  andy’s  shoulders  as  she  takes  in  the  sea  of  designer  currently  churning  a  riptide  around  her.    there  was  no  certainty  within  her  that  she’d  ever  get  used  to  this,    the  socializing,  the  offering  of  self  as  a  commodity  to  be  appraised  and  measured  of  value.    this  was  not  her  venue  of  choice.    it’s  only  when  her  gaze  finds  familiar  features,    a  fellow  new  yorker  cast  adrift  in  shark  infested  los  angeles  waters.    at  least  temporarily.    first  opportunity  is  seized  to  saddle  up  beside  @greenelight  with  a  brilliant  smile.    ❝  —  i  think  a  congratulations  are  in  order,  ❞    eyes  sparkle  and  cheeks  dimple  with  earnest  contentment.    ❝  though  i  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you  on  this  side  of  the  world.  ❞​   —  ( sc )   

@greenelight​   sent:    talking to yourself again?

“   well,   you   know   what   they   say.   if   you   talk   to   yourself,   you   never   run   out   of   good   company.   ”    he   pulls   on   a   lever,   the   parking   break   for   the   tardis.    “   no,   the   truth   of   it   is   i   haven’t   had   anyone   here   with   me   in   awhile,   it’s   kind   of   an   old   habit.   hard   to   break.   anyways   .   .   .   mason   .   .   .   welcome   to   the   first   planet   ever   formed.   pretty   nifty,   huh?   we’re   the   first   people   to   ever   see   this   and   probably   the   only   .   .   .   isn’t   that   amazing?   well,   come   on,   then.   let’s   go.   ”

everything   about   this   ,   the   flying   phone   booth   ,   the   weird   skinny   man   with   the   funky   hat   ,   all   of   it   was   too   weird   for   him   to   handle.   mason's   a   theatre   actor   &   a   new   yorker   for   goodness    sake   ,   so   he   knows   &   is   generally   accustomed   to   most   strange   things   he   encounters   both   on   the   stage   &   on   the   streets.   he   should   be   used   to   this   by   now   ,   but   he   still   finds   himself   a   little   confused   ,   wondering   how   he   of   all   people   got   into   this   predicament   in   the   first   place.   he   wasn't   the   sort   who   usually   traveled   all   the   time.   heck   ,   if   anyone   should   be   in   his   shoes   ,   it   should   be   hannah   ━━   she   loves   to   travel   &   would   definitely   love   all   this.   clearing   his   throat   a   bit   ,   mason   steps   forward   &   carefully   makes   his   way   toward   the   control   panel   where   the   doctor   stood   ,   curiously   looking   at   all   the   funky   buttons   &   levers   &   then   looking   up   at   him.   ❝   where   are   we   going   ,   anyway   ?   ❞   he   asks   ,   brows   raised.   ❝   what's   your   purpose   in   all   this   ?   i   have   so   many   questions   about   everything   ,   but   i   don't   want   to   just   jump   you   with   them.   jesus   .   .   .   i   realized   i   don't   even   know   you're   actual   name.   i've   just   been   calling   you   doctor.   ❞

rory’s head is bowed, oh how her father would be ashamed , but wide eyes flicker up to mason swimming in helpless lakes. his hands keep her grounded in his space, his very human, innocent space. one she’s indulged and delighted herself in undeservingly. rory knows the time will come when she has to move on, when crow’s feet carve across mason’s features and her own stay alabaster smooth. caring for mason started as a penance for the folly of her existence and the powers she had. loving him though ? that was not a choice. he’s more family than she’s ever known, and now that would be his curse too.  ❝ i … ❞  she starts. mason’s no stranger to her past, or at least the version she’s fibbed of it to give him something to kin to. would he understand why she had to lie or would he hate her for it ? she’s such an awful liar it’s a miracle she’s gotten away with it for so long. she steers her chin away to rest atop her shoulder, her scowl the tip of the iceberg of internal conundrum.  ❝  you wouldn’t believe me.  ❞

THEY’RE  MUCH  LIKE  A  PAIR  OF  KIDS  ,  two  best  friends  consumed  in  chaos  and  their  rambunctious  nature  .  the  back  and  forth  ,  back  and  forth  weaving  around  the  couch  ,  the  strategy  of  avoidance  —  mason  is  too  good  at  this  and  too  smart  in  avoiding  sebastian’s  grasping  hands  .  ❝  you  know  ,  you’re  not  doing  a  very  good  job  at  proving  me  wrong  ,  ❞  he  remarks  matter-of-factly  ,  grinning  ,  hands  on  his  hips  as  he  eyes  mason  directly  over  the  couch  .  ❝  you’re  a  git  ,  a  troll  ,  a  little  …  ❞  sebastian  scrunches  up  his  face  a  bit  ,  giggling  ,  then  releases  a  humorous  huff  before  he  rolls  his  eyes  .  ❝  feel  like  i’m  on  the  goddamn  playground  .  GET  BACK  HERE  !!  ❞  sebastian  pretends  to  fake  him  out  ,  goes  right  ,  then  suddenly  goes  left  ,  but  long  and  lean  mason  effortlessly  avoids  the  attack  and  suddenly  they’re  right  back  where  they  started  .  ❝  you  ,  ❞  he  begins  ,  wagging  his  finger  at  his  husband  ,  ❝  are  such  a  little  GIT  .  SUCH  A  GIT  .  you  stop  this  right  now  .  all  i  wanted  was  a  KISS  .  ❞  more  playful  huffing  ,  and  one  more  poor  attempt  at  catching  him  .  then  sebastian  goes  for  it  ,  careful  to  avoid  hitting  any  lamps  or  heavy  things  that  might  topple  over  in  their  living  room  ,  and  suddenly  he’s  chasing  mason  through  their  brownstone  ,  the  loud  pounding  of  their  feet  across  the  floor  .  sebastian  narrowly  beats  mason  to  the  staircase  and  instantly  throws  his  arms  around  his  waist  ,  SCOOPING  HIM  UP  OFF  THE  FLOOR  AND  HOISTING  HIM  INTO  THE  AIR  ,  legs  kicking  .  ❝  mine  !!  ❞  he  announces  ,  victorious  ,  laughing  like  a  madman  at  the  decisive  win  .  there’s  no  hesitation  as  he  carries  mason  back  to  the  couch  ,  flops  ontop  of  him  ,  and  proceeds  to  ruthlessly  tickle  him  .  he  even  throws  in  a  blown  raspberry  against  his  neck  and  shoulder  ,  ALL  IN  THE  HOPES  OF  MAKING  HIM  LAUGH  LOUDER  .  ❝  little  troll  !!  ❞  he  hollers  ,  winded  but  jovial  ,  eyes  watering  a  bit  at  all  the  noisy  laughter  .  ❝  you  little  git  of  a  husband  !!  what’s  the  magic  word  to  make  me  stop  tickling  ,  huh  ?  DO  YOU  YIELD  ?  ❞

he   loves   the   teasing   chase   that   follows   once   sebastian   dares   to   leap   on   forward   ,   screeching   with   joy   as   he's   chased   around   their   new   home   ,   slipping   &   sliding   across   hardwood   floors   in   his   attempt   to   avoid   his   husband's   clutches.   it   felt   good   to   be   able   to   do   this   without   any   worries   that   something   might   come   &   ruin   it.   no   longer   will   either   of   them   have   to   worry   about   catching   their   flights   tomorrow   or   the   uncertainty   that   one   of   them   might   not   make   it   to   see   the   next   day.   now   they   lived   together   ,   they   were   married   &   this   home   that   they   are   running   through   ?   it's   theirs   &   nothing   will   ever   change   or   ruin   that.   mason   would   rather   give   everything   else   up   than   ever   think   of   letting   sebastian   go   again.   they   fought   too   hard   to   have   this   peace   ━━   it   was   well   earned   &   well   needed.

❝   oh   mads.   ❞   the   theatre   actor   shakes   his   head   a   bit   as   he   stands   before   the   young   girl   ,   arms   crossed   over   his   shoulders   &   lips   parted   as   he   releases   a   defeated   sigh.   his   tone   was   sad   ,   yet   with   an   underlying   hint   of   guilt   ,   as   if   he   feels   bad   for   her   in   a   way   ━━   bad   that   she   doesn't   seem   to   really   understand   what   he's   going   through.   &   why   would   he   ever   expect   someone   as   young   as   her   to   know   what   stress   is   being   dumped   onto   his   shoulders   ?   sure   ,   maddy   understands   the   basics   of   weird   family   dynamics   considering   the   family   she   is   tied   to   ,   but   this   ?   this   current   &   sudden   situation   that   he   &   sebastian   find   themselves   in   ?   yeah   .   .   .   it's   pretty   shitty   ,   &   worse   because   there   is   limited   time   to   prepare   for   the   chaos   that   is   about   to   ensue.

❝   is   that   a   request   ,   or   a   demand   ?   ❞   mason   giggles   as   he   tip   toes   around   the   couch   ,   straying   away   from   his   husband's   space   ,   determined   to   tease   him   further   before   giving   him   what   he   wants.   what   they   both   want.   it's   a   game   they   play   all   the   time   &   one   they'll   play   forever   until   the   end   of   time   ,   one   that   always   ends   with   the   two   of   them   victorious   ,   laughing   &   smiling   in   a   way   no   one   else   could   ever   get   out   of   them.   their   love   is   a   special   one   ,   unique   in   it's   beginning   &   in   its   fruition   &   even   now   that   they   can   be   together   in   a   comfortable   ,   more   normal   space   where   there   is   less   travel   &   no   ocean   to   keep   them   apart   ,   that   same   love   still   continues   to   grow   stronger   every   day   ,   their   silly   &   humorous   little   quips   &   jokes   completely   intact.   it's   how   mason   likes   it   ,   how   they   both   like   it   &   he   can't   imagine   living   this   life   with   him   any   other   way.   sebastian   moran   greene   is   his   husband   now   &   they   get   to   enjoy   this   life   until   death   do   them   part.   no   .   .   .   even   that's   too   short.   after   death   ,   they'll   still   be   together.   he   knows   that   to   be   true   because   that's   just   how   in   love   they   are.   their   love   is   infinite.