A Beauty and... ( Whitaker & Punk )
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				Title: <strong>A Beauty and... ( Whitaker &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 04:26:46</strong>
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				Each day that he went through town, he would receive the same looks as always. Perturbed, confused, rather wary... though who would blame the townspeople? In a small village like this, nestled deep in mountain-country, there were not many things that astounded or outright befuddled the people. Life in a place like this was normal as could be, or at least to the knowledge of the people. Men hunted, protected their wives, and were rather rough when it came to everyday life. Women took care of the children, cooked, cleaned... roles in this sort of place were firmly set and when someone went out of their way to break apart from that normal lifestyle, there was no doubt that they would get a few stares.<br><br>There was no better case than that of Ryder Lihve. Born to an inventor and a seamstress, the boy had never been thoroughly pushed in one direction or the other when it came to the way he wanted to live his life. Perhaps that was what separated the family as outcasts from the rest of the village. His father had a notorious reputation for being a rather loopy man that focused on nothing but his inventions, most of which were failures by now. As for his mother... well, she had passed on when he had only been a little boy, so memories of her had faded over time. Nevertheless, with a life like his... his outlook was quite optimistic and uplifting. It didn't matter to him that he was no hunter or one of the men that rough-housed at the tavern. To him, he enjoyed life by doing whatever made him happy.<br><br>"Papa, I'll be back soon! Good luck with your work!" A bright smile filtered over Ryder's face as he made his way down the steps of their small cottage, located nicely on top of a hill that was just a little walk from the village itself. The cool breeze of the spring day would whip about that long ponytail, dark hair reaching all the way down to his lower back. Stray strands of hair would flutter about his rather feminine face, only seeming to accentuate the strange beauty that most of the villagers found... puzzling. The beautiful lad would adjust the basket upon the crook of his elbow as he made his way toward town, crossing the bridge that he had crossed so many times beforehand. By now, the looks he usually received as walked into town were ignored by the young male. Sure, people were kind to him no matter what sort of oddity he provided to the village, but they still found him to be so strange compared to the normal life that they considered "stable".<br><br>A hand would smooth out the white dress shirt he wore. It was a long-sleeved one of sorts, fitting the slender curvature of his body quite nicely. Compared to the men that he passed within the village, he was a rather feminine thing, resembling the barmaids more than the rough-and-tumble type that hunted during the day. Soon enough, Ryder's trek would take him into the marketplace of the village and to the people that he had called "friends" for so long.<br><br>"Bonjour, monsieur!" A happy smile erupted onto the lad's face as he made his way to the vegetable stand that was being manned by a rather elderly man. "Ah, Ryder! Bonjour!" A laugh would come from the old man as he stood there, giving a slight movement of his hand to put on display the wide variety of vegetables he had on sale. "I take it your father is busy once more? Can't come down to shop this time?"<br><br>"You know Papa. He's always sucked into his inventions." A gentle giggle would escape the boy as he looked over the variety of food before him. In went ears of corn, squash, potatoes, and all sorts of the like. Being the cook of the house, he had to do most of the shopping himself. "How much will this be?" He asked, fishing into the pocket of his smooth leather breeches to withdraw a few coins.<br><br>"Hmm... that's a rather large assortment you have, Ryder." The man began to calculate in his head and nodded. "Ten silver. How about that?"<br><br>"Ten?" Ryder thumbed through the coins he had and produced only seven or so. "I'm sure I have some more... one moment, sir..." He would carefully set the basket upon the ground and look through his pockets for any extra bit of money. <em>Oh great, just what I need... to run short on funds... I suppose I'll have to give some of it up.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Beauty and... ( Whitaker &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:02:35</strong>
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				She kept telling him his hair was too long. She didn't like that it tangled now. She was probably right, and he probably needed to have it sheared. Or tamed at the very least. But he liked the feeling of it on the hunt, with the wind sifting through it. He liked having the excuse for a coquettish brush with his hand, sweeping stray black strands out of his face. Liked the pull of her fingers (or someone else's) combing it back over his skull, behind his ears. So Gaston ignored his wife for the moment. <br><br>He ignored her quite a bit to be honest, and she seemed to mind less and less. Thank god. It wasn't as if he didn't provide for her. He was a talented marksman, wellbred, fairly connected in the town--she couldn't want for anything. And she really was beautiful--really. But if she expected him to sit cozy by the window in the evenings, or to spend his time whiling away in their townhouse on a daily basis, she had quite another thing coming. <br><br>As it was, he preferred to spend his time hunting. Hunting for food, certainly. Recreation, however, also provided impetus for the hunt; Ryder Lihve happened to be one of his favorite recreational pursuits. The finely-made young man was several years his junior, someone he'd bullied a bit as a schoolchild--not that it seemed to damage Ryder's attention to his studies. But, as the years passed, Gaston found himself inextricably drawn to the odd duck. Not, of course, in a way that he would necessarily share with this barfellows. It wasn't to say that he harbored any conflicted over feeling an obvious...physical draw towards Ryder. He knew for a fact that he wasn't the only man in town susceptible to such urges. It was simply not something civilized. <br><br>Gaston, however, was a hunter, and the slightest bit of uncivilization was to be expected--and indulged, as far as he could figure. <br><br>And that was why he allowed himself to slip up behind Ryder at the farmer's stand, briefly twisting one finger into the brunette's hair before leaning against the stand. One leather-gloved hand reached out to take Ryder's, pulling it towards himself to examine the other man's currency. After a quicky glance, Gaston looked up to Ryder, eyebrow arched and mouth quirked into a slight smile. "Need some help?" <br><br>[LOL short + anachronisms, but ffffff I just needed to post. Sorry again about the wait. D: D: D:]
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Beauty and... ( Whitaker &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:10:01</strong>
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				[ Awh. :3 It wasn't short, dear! That's just the right length for me, to be honest. ^^ ]<br><br>Ryder's father was not poor by any means and Ryder himself definitely knew how to spend money, yet this was just a mistake in judging how much the food would cost. The long-haired young lad was going over in his mind what he could give up when suddenly he felt a hand sweeping through his hair, twirling it briefly, and his hand soon being wrenched back with the money on full display. Initially, he would have thought it was a thief, yet that strong hand could only belong to one person. Dark eyes would widen considerably as he stood there, looking down at the hand curled so firmly around the small wrist.<br><br>Gaston had always been a constant in his life. Whether it had been during their school years when the older boy had been a bit of a bully to him or even now where he saw him almost every day in the town... he at least had the man to rely on in that sense, right? The man was a handsome being and was surely capable of wooing every single woman in the town, along with a few men if he so desired. Yet for Ryder, his attentions were focused solely on his own pleasure which consisted of reading, helping his father, and expanding his own mind.<br><br>"I appreciate the offer but I can handle it myself, Gaston." Ryder assured, looking back to the elderly man who was giving both of them a slight smile. He removed two squashes from his basket and set them both down in their proper place before paying for the myriad of vegetables for tonight's dinner. The basket slipped onto the curve of his arm and he would begin his trek away from the stand, Gaston surely following suit since that seemed to be the frequent thing that the man did nowadays. Not that Ryder minded, of course. The brunette would look to his left and peer up at the taller man with a lifted brow.<br><br>"Strange to see you in town around this time. I figured you'd be out with all of your hunting friends by now." The village was indeed strangely populated for this time of day, for all the men went out to hunt and Gaston would be the leader, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Beauty and... ( Whitaker &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whitaker</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 19:45:00</strong>
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				"We've had a fruitful few weeks," Gaston explained easily, arms tucked behind his back, "and it seemed a good day to let the boys rest for a bit. We'll be back out within the fortnight, but trapping season is coming upon us quickly, and that will take preparation besides."<br><br>It had been a particularly good season for game-hunting. Certainly there were rough years, when being one of the main providers of meat and fur proved less fruitful than others. But this year, the animals were out in full force. It was very nearly to the point that he or his fellow hunters could take requests for what sort of beast a villager might like brought back. It was predicted that a hard winter was coming this year, so he gave a simple thanks for the bounty and took full advantage. <br><br>The number of times he'd tried to convince <em>this</em> fellow to join one of their excursions--it seemed every year he bothered Ryder for involvement, but the boy was simply not willful enough. Or at least, not willful in the way that Gaston wanted. It was his lazy upbringing, no doubt. Certainly, there was something to be said for the usefulness of inventors, but Monsieur Lihve did not seem like he was going anywhere useful with his wild imaginings. No father like that ever raised a strong son. <br><br>And perhaps that was part of Ryder's draw. He needed someone to show him how a real man behaves. Luckily for him, Gaston was always around. <br><br>He elbowed Ryder gently as they walked. "You know, you should join us on our last game-hunt of the season! There's no real need for a huge draw, so it would be a good time to learn, you see. A little late, albeit, but we could make something of you yet." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Beauty and... ( Whitaker &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 21:41:12</strong>
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				"Fortunate for everyone then, I'm guessing." Ryder assumed. With a bountiful harvest of not only produce but animals as well, this season had been quite easy on the citizens of the village. His arm adjusted the basket that hung from it, for it was sliding down a bit due to the weight of the vegetables upon such a slim, dainty arm. "I would have never imagined that a man like you would be content with sitting around and doing nothing." He remarked, lifting a brow slowly. The relationship between Ryder and Gaston was rather... interesting, to say the least. They weren't necessarily the closest of friends, but the sheer fact that they had known each other for so long accounted for something when it came to their interaction.<br><br>Unfortunately, the hobbies and whatnot that Gaston included himself in were not of any interest to Ryder. Hunting, fishing, all the things expected of a man... they just carried no real significance to him. Sure, he realized and tipped his hat to the men that did do such things, for they were a vital part of their little society, but... Ryder's preferences laid somewhere more on the mental rather than the physical. He was preparing himself, for hopefully his father's invention would take them to another village where he could benefit by being something better. Perhaps a schoolteacher! Ah yes, that would be marvelous!<br><br>The brief elbow from the taller man would drive him out of his reverie. "I don't think that's such a good idea." He lifted his free hand and waved the man's offer away. "I surely don't imagine that any of your comrades or yourself would appreciate being shot by an unskilled hand. I've never held a gun in my life and it's suicidal to stand near me with one. Thank you for the offer, though." He grinned as they made their way over the bridge and toward his home upon the hill.<br><br>"I'll leave the hunting and everything like that to the men that are more experienced in it, hm?" He gave a gentle pat to Gaston's upper arm. "I need to get back to my father, Gaston. Do take care, hm?"
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