Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]
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				Title: <strong>Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 20:46:17</strong>
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				He'd picked the doctor...or the doctor had been picked for him. He never really had much of a choice in the matter. He would be drawn to one person and then to another, often leaving his first host begging him to return, but he'd never really had much say in the matter. It was just that certain people called to him, drew him towards them with their auras. And now, it was the doctor.<br><br>He didn't know anything about the man, or his profession, yet. All he knew was that there was someone nearby and if he waited here, they would see him. That was always the beginning - once they saw him, they were intrigued, and from there, he would work his way into their lives. He would bring them fame and fortune and raise them to the greatest heights - and then he would leave them to dash themselves against their newfound riches. <br><br>It was just what he did.<br><br>He had found a small garden near the doctor's house, set just off the street, with thick bushes and creeping ivy to hide him from the eye of the casual passerby. To protect from the rain, there was a small walkway winding about the courtyard, with old ships-glass windows, warped and twisted. <br><br>The windows fragmented him - a flicker of gold here, a flash of cream there, but the one thing that remained clear was his glittering eyes. They couldn't have been human, or so it seemed, an icy aqua framed by sooty, thick grey lashes. Those hooded eyes were captivating, mesmerizing, like a snake's. Paired with the delicate, feminine jawline and the soft golden curls, he looked more like a doll than a human - all lithe musculature and slim limbs, and long, long legs. <br><br>As if his otherworldly appearance didn't separate him enough, his clothes certainly did. He wore white, from head to toe, a soft cream blouse that appeared to be made of the finest cotton or silk tucked into slim-cut pants. Over his shoulders he had a lush cream cloak with a downy golden lining, the fur mingling with his lush jaw-length waves. <br><br>He walked slowly, pausing to lean past a pane of broken glass and pluck a single golden flower, already wilting. No speck of dirt touched his clothing, and the breeze and drizzling rain didn't seem to touch him. He remained still, cherry lips parted, cheeks slightly flushed. There was nothing typical about, but even more so in his face - unlike other humans who carried a touch of worry or compassion or a smile or a frown or any hint whatsoever of emotion, his face was perfectly blank, a canvas waiting to morph into whatever was needed from him. <br><br>He was a muse, afterall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ultimategeek</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:01:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Mathias Wade’s home had all the intricacies of elaborately spun lace with none of the artistry.&nbsp; It was evident that the residence sorely needed a woman’s touch and belonged to a man that was more than a touch peculiar.&nbsp; At the moment, the physician was in his study.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was large and cluttered.&nbsp; Baubles and beakers filled with strange smelling herbs and slowly frothing liquids sat upon nearly every surface.&nbsp; The room had all the sounds of a teashop and was currently sporting a smell that could be compared to the Thames.&nbsp; A vast desk encumbered with old, well-worn volumes and loose pages sat beneath a window that provided the room’s sole source of light. Sealed jars holding what appeared to be balms or pastes were arranged in a row on the sill.&nbsp; For days now Mathias had felt on the cusp of something wonderful and had begun a study binge that rivaled some of the ones he’d engaged in during his University days.&nbsp; It seemed to be lingering just in his periphery, near enough to almost touch, but not yet within his reach.&nbsp; Mathias felt invigorated.<br><br>From his posture and generally disheveled appearance, it seemed as though he had been there for quite a while.&nbsp; The traditional long robe, pointed mask, leather boots, and gloves that were worn by men of his profession were arranged neatly in the corner.&nbsp; The casual clothing Mathias wore now was comfortable and his brown hair was tied loosely at the base of his neck.&nbsp; It was unbecoming a man of his station.&nbsp; However, he looked very much like his father, a sailor and merchant by trade.<br><br>A boy of thirteen entered the room carrying a teacup and a plate with bread, cheese, and sausage.&nbsp; “Mr. Wade” he spoke, his voice still very high. Mathias was fond of his young apprentice.&nbsp; Thomas’s family, had succumbed to the Sweating Sickness several months earlier and while the physician generally didn’t care for help beyond someone to keep his garden, the man had reluctantly agreed to this arrangement. Though his young charge still appeared to be mystified with his purpose here, this boy would come into a fine inheritance, certainly enough to be trained as a proper physician.<br><br>Mathias accepted the offering gratefully, unsure of the last time he’d eaten.&nbsp; He turned back to the desk intending to look for a smaller volume in Greek to provide the youth as a way of occupying him for the remainder of the afternoon. However he paused in his tracks, caught for the first time in ages by something other than his precious chemistry set.&nbsp; He couldn’t make it out entirely, and perhaps that was what intrigued him so with what he saw on the other side of the textured, rain-flecked, glass.&nbsp; In the dim light of the rainy day Mathias swore he saw two crystalline eyes peering at him. <br><br>“Mr. Wade, Sir.&nbsp; Are you quite alright?” Thomas asked.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes.&nbsp; Yes, of course” he replied.&nbsp; He placed the plate and cup down on the desk and snatched up a volume offering it to the boy.&nbsp; He then headed for the door, wanting to investigate.&nbsp; Strangely enough he was not disturbed by the prospect of a man in garden watching him.&nbsp; He was merely intrigued, and curious.&nbsp; His apprentice stood, in the empty study gaping as his master ran out into the rain improperly attired.&nbsp; Surely the man had lost his mind.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 08:04:39</strong>
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				Their eyes met.<br><br>He knew it, and he knew the other man had seen him. The flower dropped from his fingers, immediately curling in the rain, becoming sodden and unattractive. It's petals bloated at his feet, sitting in a little puddle of mud, a last gasp of beauty seeming to escape it before he forgot about it entirely. He had a tendency to do that - to pluck something beautiful out and then destroy it. <br><br>His face brightened slightly, realizing he'd found the one he'd been drawn to, head lifting slightly. Maybe this garden was the man's garden? <br><br>Rembrandt paused, looking around him, actually taking it in for the first time.<br><br>He catalogued each and every stone and speck, then turned back towards Mathias Wade as though he'd been waiting for him for ages, a tiny smile playing on his lips. It was almost not there, even - the smile was so small that it was almost invisible and yet it was just present enough that Mathias might feel it was only for him. <br><br>Rem glanced away, then back up at the rainy sky. A few drops fell onto his cheeks and rolled onto the corner of his cloak - it was as though feeling Mathias' eyes on him, the rain had first started to hit him, whereas before he had been impervious. It began to settle in the spirals of his waves, along his eyelashes, though he didn't seem to be uncomfortable despite the cold.<br><br>Peculiar.<br><br>He wondered why he'd been drawn to this one. He always wondered that, but this one in particular. <br><br>Rem's clothing fit the era well enough but there was something slightly off about him - perhaps he was a dandy from a fine household, with all that white, clean clothing, or perhaps he was a paid boy sent out to rendez-vous with some lord. There was a removal to his eyes, though, that seemed to draw him apart from others, to set him up as something else entirely. A single blink was all it took and the man was on his way out already - good, he wouldn't have to go in after him.<br><br>Yet.<br><br>Rembrandt knew already that he would come to haunt that house, to inspire and tease, and perhaps to bring the man to the greatest heights his career had ever known. <br><br>He held out a hand to catch some raindrops, watching them pool in his pale palm as though they were new, though when he turned towards Mathias, those eyes boring into him through the glass and then hyper-focusing as the man came closer, his face took on a playful, welcoming expression, changing from glassy and doll-like and emotionless to something a bit more relatable, something a bit more...pleasant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ultimategeek</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 05:06:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Mathias was soaked through by the time he reached the garden.&nbsp; The cold rain helped to shake the dull and lingering weariness of having spent so many hours studying.&nbsp; When he came upon the strange and almost ethereal man standing outside he seemed to forget his manners completely.&nbsp; The man stood gaping openly at this uninvited but not unwelcome visitor.&nbsp; There was nothing ordinary about the man.&nbsp; His eyes alone were remarkably stunning but perhaps it was something in his expression that tipped the scale for Mathias.&nbsp; He had known himself to admire pure aesthetic beauty before, but this was something rather apart from that and the physician knew it.&nbsp; He was intrigued; his curiosity had been piqued.<br><br>It took him a full long moment to remember himself.&nbsp; He considered the man’s station a moment.&nbsp; The man’s clothing was very odd, and almost certainly foreign.&nbsp; However, the cloth was clearly of good make and the nothing he wore seemed cheap or gaudy.&nbsp; Mathias hungered to know more about this strange and interesting man.&nbsp; He had always enjoyed when his father returned from his voyages with stories of exotic places.&nbsp; Mathias was acutely aware that his desire would not be satisfied if they continued standing about in the rain like this saying nothing.&nbsp; Besides, it was inhospitable to leave a person outside in the rain when he had perfectly acceptable shelter to offer.<br><br>Mathias pushed away some of the wet strands of hair that had come free from the tie and were hanging limply in his face.&nbsp; He was distinctly aware of his casual appearance in comparison to the trespasser.&nbsp; A fine eye, however, revealed the expensive quality of the linen cloth that his clothes had been cut from, and Mathias was reasonably confident that man would not think he was a servant even under the circumstances.<br><br>“My name is Doctor Mathias Wade,” he stated formally.&nbsp; “Please excuse my lapse,” he added well aware of how odd his behavior must have seemed to any ordinary person.&nbsp; “Would you care to come inside out of the rain?&nbsp; You’d do me an honor by joining me on this rather dreary afternoon,” Mathias invited cordially.&nbsp; While his home was not strictly equipped for entertaining he was certain he could scare up another cup of tea and he didn’t think the drawing room was too cluttered for company.&nbsp; Though if he had known of the engagement perhaps he would have permitted someone to clean it up prior to the man’s arrival.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 06:25:04</strong>
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				It took Rembrandt a moment to get used to using normal facial expressions again. Even as the man stared at him, his face was mostly blank, though it finally warmed into a playful little smile as he saw the other man openly gaping at him. He supposed that his arrival had had the desired effect - he knew that he struck an odd picture, bright and glowing in the center of the gray garden, just barely wet where the other man was already completely soaked. <br><br>He gave a small nod, just barely an incline of his head, opening his mouth to speak. "Yes, tea would be quite welcome." The man hadn't invited him for tea, but whether he was just pushy or he had genuinely realized that was what the other man was offering him, he didn't clarify. He walked slowly, carefully, and somehow the ground was undisturbed despite the mud. Not a single footprint to prove his existence.<br><br>"My name is Rembrandt. Though my...friends...call me Rem." The word 'friends' brought a hint of a smile to his face as he held out a slim hand, fingers long and delicate. They were pianists fingers, the sorts of hands that could touch anything and draw magic out of it. And oh, that was exactly what he intended for this man. He wondered if Mathias would go mad as well? He wouldn't be the first - or rather, he would be the first not to have suffered greatly at his hands. Perhaps this one would be different? <br><br>He walked towards the house quietly, shaking a bit of extra water from his hair. He wondered if there was a servant boy who would try to take his cloak - he couldn't have that. Everything he had on him was quite important to him, and he would hold on carefully to it.<br><br>Couldn't have his secrets spilling out all over the place. <br><br>"Do you live here alone, Doctor Wade?" His voice was raspy, as though disused, quiet. It sounded as though he was using his voice for the first time in a very, very long time, though his accent seemed a bit displaced. He spoke with an English accent as was fitting for the country, but he had a tendency of flattening his words slightly, as though the round, open sounds of England were not by any means native to his tongue though he was doing his best to disguise it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ultimategeek</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:23:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Mathias nodded.&nbsp; Having his background the social graces he had learned were not quite so ingrained that he would take offense over such a minor assumption.&nbsp; He was perfectly happy to provide refreshments, especially since tea in a normal household at this time of day would be customary.&nbsp; Thomas had been trying to preserve a regular schedule, which is why he’d brought Mathias the tea and refreshment moments earlier, though Mathias had been too oblivious to notice.&nbsp; Of course the physician would have to fix whatever refreshment he intended to provide.<br><br>The unusual character of the name struck him.&nbsp; It confirmed his suspicion that perhaps this man was not from England.&nbsp; He also noticed the slightest hint of a dialect that wasn’t strictly domestic.&nbsp; However, he chose not to comment.&nbsp; Best he set them up nicely inside before rudely grilling the stranger for personal information or stories in the rain.&nbsp; He was surprised by the strange nature of the introduction as well and was not strictly sure how to reply.&nbsp; Surely after only a few moments it would be inappropriate to address him as a friend.&nbsp; However he did not wish to offend.&nbsp; Mathias settled on a simple “pleased to meet you”. He took the man’s hand giving it a firm shake and then releasing it.&nbsp; <br><br>Mathias led them through the garden back toward the front of the house.&nbsp; The drawing room was down the hall.&nbsp; Once inside he took the tie out of his hair entirely, it seemed to be doing nothing at all but getting in the way. <br><br>He supposed that the rather unusual character of his home had prompted the unlikely question as to whether or not he was a bachelor. After all who would want to live in a house that was so cluttered and peculiar?&nbsp; He laughed with some embarrassment.&nbsp; “I have a young apprentice in my care, by the name of Thomas Alcott, a promising boy in his own right” Mathias stated.&nbsp; He was really rather proud of the young charge.<br><br>“Please, let me take your coat, I’m sure I can scare up some suitable clothing while yours dry if you like” he offered.&nbsp; He supposed it was only proper, plus he would care to change out of his wet, casual, clothing as well.&nbsp; It seemed only appropriate that he offer the man the opportunity to get dry as well.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pretty Little Liar [Sho and ultimategeek]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 05:08:49</strong>
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				Rembrandt followed the doctor into his house, looking around curiously, seeming slightly out of place in the area. The water seemed to be drying rapidly on him - either his clothes were made out of something odd, or his skin was hot, hotter than usual. Either way, his hair didn't seem to have suffered dually from the rain - it remained clustered around his face in lush waves. <br><br>He shook the other man's hand gently before following him and watched as he took the tie out of his hair, glancing around at the cluttered space with apparent interest. He ran his fingers over the spine of a book, those hauntingly bright eyes narrowing slightly in interest before he glanced back up.<br><br>"An apprentice? If I may be so bold as to inquire, do you have a wife sharing this home as well?"<br><br>He said it casually, wondering why a doctor would be single - though he could tell already from the state of the house as well as...something, he didn't know what, but something...that the other man wasn't married, or if he was it wasn't a terribly fulfilling relationship. <br><br>He shook his head slightly, though did take the opportunity to drape his cloak over the arm of a nearby chair, "Oh, no, thank you. I appreciate the offer, though. My clothing will dry quite quickly now that we're indoors. If you'd like to change, though, I'd be more than happy to wait here." <br><br>He was glancing at all of the books - medical tracts, as was to be expected. How interesting. It had been a long time since he'd patronized someone in the sciences. His last project had been an artist - tragically having drowned himself in the Thames just weeks ago. Pity. Rembrandt's face didn't offer any real trace of emotion, though he held that enigmatic smile that had ensnared so many men before. <br><br>There was something ever so slightly off about the young man - he moved with a bit more poise than the average person, but he didn't seem to be a dancer. Though wet, he also did not appear to be dripping anywhere - nor did his cloak - but instead seemed to be drying quite quickly. "It's a wonder what light fabrics will do when wet," he said, gesturing to the nearly-dry fabric. Though it seemed implausible, it was a good enough explanation, he figure.
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