In the Shadows of Candles [MzNurse and MusicNeverDies]
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				Title: <strong>In the Shadows of Candles [MzNurse and MusicNeverDies]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:57:23</strong>
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				Jonathan Langtry did not so often grace London with his presence, but at the present it seemed as though London would have enough of him for a few solid months. He had been called in on business that would require him to be in the area until the fall. He had not expected to stay quite so long, and had not brought enough clothing. Though he could easily send for his apparel, there was a party in two nights time. A most extravagant ball that would be the meeting place for all socialites within the area. It was a who's who of London. Jonathan was sure to be a point of notice, being young and new to the social world, as well as from out of town. He knew that, and chose to ensure his clothes were up to standard.<br><br>From word of mouth he had learned the party would hold many young points of interest. The Taylors were coming, along with the Wilbys. Both families were large, their eligible children numerous. But many suitors were supposed to grace the ball as well. Johnathan himself, the LaFayette boy, the Neilison boys, the newly discovered artisans Doyle and Pratchett, along with many others. The entire hall would be near bursting with courtship. That was one element of London that did not amuse Jonathan. He still participated however, wooing and courting, being polite, taking hands, brushing hair softly away from an exposed neck. Passing soft glances through his light blue eyes. Johnathan was quickly setting himself up in his own area as the most sought after bachelor. He figured he'd take London as well after three days time. How humorous that fact was, in retrospect.<br><br>That was how the young man found himself before the London tailor shop. He brushed a light brown strand of hair out of his eyes. His hair was lose and sporadic, but still notably clean and maintained. It fell to his shoulders, often left to freely bounce about in the wind, pulled back on formal occasions. Mr.Dickens was not the most established of tailors, but he was dear friends with Jonathan's father. In that, the Langtry family got better outfits, suited to their shape. The entire family possessed the same slender leanness that Jonathan proudly showed. His body was limber and smooth, nothing angular about his features, all were soft save for his deep eyes and chin. <br><br>Why Mr.Dickens had made the error this time, Jonathan did not know. The suit he had been sent for the party was ill fitted. It was not mearly too tight here, or too lose there, but a shape which simply didn't mesh with his own, worse than when he'd tried it on for pinning.&nbsp; Surely, this was a mistake. Pushing through the door and offering Mr.Dickens a smile, he held up the bag which his suit had been sent in. “Splendid cut again, Bastion. But I do believe it is someone else's splendour.” He removes the suit from the bag and holds it up for inspection. “It is well crafted – but not for my body. Is it possible you sent me the wrong one?” <br><br>Mr. Dickens, an older man with wide eyes and thinning hair, moved close to examine the suit. Taking it from Jonathan, he make small sounds of disapproval, looking over the suit. “Most certainly not your, sir. There must have been a mix up . . .” He placed a wrinkled hand to his forehead, wracking his brain, trying to figure out who else had been shipped a suit in that carriage. There had been at least three males who would fit the suit in his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Shadows of Candles [MzNurse and MusicNeverDies]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 23:13:38</strong>
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				Phillip Wallingford would much rather be heading to the tailor's right now than attending tea with the Lady Ellington and her four daughters. His mother could just pin one of those girls on Richard or Wallace, his two older brothers, or even his younger twin brothers Edward and Henry. He passed a nervous hand (best not let Mother see the calluses. Damn, but why couldn't he remember to wear gloves when dealing with the horses?) through a thick shock of wavy auburn hair that refused to stay in the leather tie holding it back. Grey eyes watched the people bustling about, and he shifted the parcel he carried into a more comfortable position as he walked. <br><br>Mr. Dickens was the best of the best, and had been the family tailor for as long as Phillip could remember. Because of this, it was a huge surprise when the wrong suit was delivered. It had to be the wrong suit, because it didn't fit him at all. The shoulders were too broad, the hips too narrow, sleeves too long and legs not wide enough to accomodate his thighs and calves.&nbsp; He was a few inches shorter than the norm, with well defined musculature from a lifetime of working with horses.&nbsp; His friendly personality made people forget he was short and stocky and not tall and lean like the rest of his family. <br><br>He laughed easily, smiled frequently, and women tripped all over themselves in an effort to impress him. He knew just what to say to make them giggle, knew the words to put a man at ease, knew the proper respect to give the matrons, and, most importantly, knew when to keep his mouth shut. And it was all a lie.&nbsp; A front, to please his parents. He hated city life, hated society functions and galas and teas and having to be on guard all the time.&nbsp; He really just wanted to stay with his horses.&nbsp; His horses didn't judge, didn't frown or giggle when he made miniscule mistakes in his manners. He didn't have to smile when he wanted to smack a man instead, to bite his tongue and say nothing when he could shoot holes all through the argument in question, to feign interest in politics and wars and, yes, even women.&nbsp; He may be old enough to&nbsp; marry off, but he really cared little for women in general and for marriage even less.<br><br>He sighed as he opened the door and stepped inside Mr. Dickens's shop, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and approached the counter. He nodded to the young man standing there, a smile raising the corners of his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes.&nbsp; Phillip glanced over at the suit Mr. Dickens was inspecting and immediately recognized the cut and the material from his most recent fitting. Phillip demanded that all his clothing be suitable for both society and horseback, and thus had a unique cut to his clothing. <br><br>"Ah, so <em>there's</em> my suit!" Phillip's jovial voice fit his friendly features perfectly. "I realize my style of clothing is unique, as you've told me many times, good sir, but surely it isn't so popular that you're giving my clothing away..." he teased, laying the suit he carried in with him on the counter. He looked at the gentleman standing beside him. "Perhaps this is more to your liking?" he asked, grey eyes sparkling with mirth as he indicated the suit delivered to him by mistake. 
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