House examined his double from all angles, slowly circling him with his brow furrowed in concentration. The actor simply stood and smoked his cigarette, quietly observing his new employer. His hair had been dyed and he was dressed in a finely-tailored suit--to the untrained eyes of the masses, this was Robert Edwin House. A face onto which they could project their grievances, a target for their vitriol. For the trained eyes of his so-called industry peers, the real work had yet to begin. One must refine and test the product before it goes to market.
I posted my House4House fic! I have been made deeply unwell by the dynamic of a ten-year working relationship between an actor and the man who hired him to be him.














