nementia

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thaddeus quickly fixed his expression, pushing the joy, the excitement and happiness from his face. delight or not was still to be determined but thaddeus, but he did happen to catch thadd in his favourite topic. the one thing that brought him that joy, excitement and happiness. “ pierre-auguste renoir. have you been to maison fournaise?” thaddeus asked, arching a brow at the other. it had been one of the locations he visited when he was in his twenties, a brilliant restaurant along the Île de Chatou. “you visit many of the galleries in town? i have six here, but i have more in other locations. art is my life. it’s all that matters to me, besides my family.” he said, though as soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted them. “how well educated are you in regards to art?” 

thadd tried to hold back the small smile when theo settled on his nickname. thadd was all he had ever been called, beside his full name, and mr. james of course. “i’ll buy you something better for the next one.” thadd said, taking another sip of his drink. “yes, art.” he hummed, not quite sure that theodore would understand it in the way that thaddeus did, only sasha got art the same way that he did. and that was because of how he had raised her. “the veiled lady. and he also has the veiled vestal. which is my favorite of his.” thadd grinned properly, someone knew something he hadn’t seen coming. of course, van gogh and cézanne were gimmes. he picked out monti. “six, actually.”

“not at all, it’s different.” people were too afraid of thaddeus, which was how he preferred things, but when people were too afraid to be themselves, to act casual and make friends, it meant he hadn’t had any sort of nickname since he was in school when he was young. not including anna or sasha’s nicknames for him of course, they were the closest people in his life. “you know, if you don’t like the drink, you don’t have to drink it.” he mused, but then he decided to take a leap, no idea what kind of leap, but a gamble regardless. “art. art makes me smile. art is what i do.  rafaelle monti, vincent van gogh,  paul cézanne, jean-paul riopelle and francisco galeno.” thadd hummed, he could keep listing them, that wasn’t even a list of his favorites, just the ones he had handles more recently. 

there was something so endearing in how he still called his mother his ‘momma’. up until he was twenty-nine, lucien had still called him mum his mum, but now he didn’t have anything to call her. he didn’t talk to her anymore. she wouldn’t even look at him the last time they had seen each other. he listened as nash spoke, his temple falling into the palm of his hand as he listened, sipping slowly on his whiskey. he could do this all night, which wasn’t what he had expected when nash first spoke to him. it wasn’t anything he expected in his entire life. he had written this flavour of vulnerability off over a decade ago. “i think the cowboy energy slipped when you lost the hat, but you have an entirely different energy now.” lucien said softly, everything about him soft. that was what nash did to him, he took all his rough edges, his sharp corners and prickly sides, and he softened them. he had placed a feeling deep in lucien’s chest that was familiar enough to be scared of, but far enough away that he couldn’t stop it now if he tried.