#ncturebcy

         pale fingers carefully worked, sharp blade cutting along the coarse hairs of the man’s neck. a lowered gaze, darkened eyes buried under thick eye-lashes. the apathy in the barber’s voice was not unintentional. he was rapidly losing his care of other’s troubles. 

i saw the duke and had an immediate complex

                       ❝ he chose WRONG. ❞

the monk pushed past the young poet, nose crinkling together as he entered the moulin rouge. it smelt of semen and sweat and lust and sin. silas despised it. 

Startled, he almost dropped the hat he was holding in hand.

“There’s nothing wrong with it! It just doesn’t… Suit me..” Blue eyes cast a glance towards the red vest laying on one of the chairs, waiting to be put on. “A-And besides, it’s a- a pitch for a show! Not some r-romantic d-date.”

Christian chuckled nervously before adding, “the fact that the pitch is being brought to a-.. a b-beautiful woman doesn’t count.” He was way over his head.

Blaine fumbled to catch the hat but Christian managed to hang onto it and saved the day!  There was no way they could afford to replace it.  Considering it was a prop for said show they were pitching tonight?  Crushing it on the floor would have been a disaster. Christian was right.  The entire costume suit screamed everything that they were against but!  “Necessary evil, Christian!  Think of it as fitting in just so we can stand out in the long run??”

                                                       “If the music teacher hears you singing like that, he’s going to force you to sign up for choir. Unless you’re already in it. Wouldn’t be surprising.”

Clementine had only come in to get the jacket she had left behind. Holey, not warm, always getting her in trouble suit jacket. None of that matted. She liked it too much to leave it behind, and it was the only (once) expensive thing she owned. If it wasn’t the jacket, it would be the rest of her clothing. It would be her hair. It would be her attitude. It would be something.

The door to their small English classroom was always open. The windows provided most of the light they had, but the grey clouds and rain made the place dim. Not enough to blind someone, but enough to make writing a pain.

His voice was gorgeous. That much, she knew. It was really like nothing she had ever heard before, and she heard plenty of songs on the radio from people who knew how to sing. Hell, she had heard her own voice. But his? It was different. It caught her attention, enough to make her forget about her jacket for just a moment. Maybe even a few moments.

She walked slowly over to the front desk, right where her jacket rested, and picked it up. She wasn’t yet ready to leave, though. No, not even close. She threw the boy she had stumbled across a glance, paired with the slyest smile.

▸▸ MEME.ZIP ME - DRABBLE ABOUT OBI-WAN DRESSING CHRISTIAN.