The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)
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				Title: <strong>The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:28:42</strong>
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				The city sat like a jewel in a pendent, glistening at the water's edge.&nbsp; But there is no light that doesn't cast a shadow, and the shadow of the city was broad and dark - not so much through lack of light, but from lack of hope.&nbsp; Around the shining tumult of neon lights, the shadow extended into gray streets and grayer tenements, where people spent their lives struggling to move from one day into the next.<br><br>Through that shadow, a young man carried a battered violin case.&nbsp; The sickly light of a streetlamp flickered to life, announcing that the dreary day was about to transform to dull evening, but his steps led him away from the blocks of identical block-shaped buildings and towards an island of faded green that passed for a park.&nbsp; <br><br>Kanir knew the park well.&nbsp; When he was still in school, he had spent hours walking through it, seeing it as a place to relax from his studies.&nbsp; After graduation it had continued to draw him back, first as that island of peace, and later - when audition after audition was followed with unenthusiastic wishes of 'good luck' - as a place where his talents could at least provide him with enough to keep a roof over his head.&nbsp; If the weather was good, then he might even earn enough coin for a meal.<br><br>More streetlamps flickered on by the time he reached the park.&nbsp; This was the time that young lovers wandered under the stars, before the shadows got dark enough to be dangerous.&nbsp; He also made his rounds around lunch, and in the mornings, avoiding the stifling heat of the midafternoon in what shelter he could find.<br><br>Only when the darkness chased away the last of those more likely to give than to take did he make his way back to the rented room where he slept.&nbsp; He peered up at the glow that marked the sun's position behind the clouds - another hour or two before he could claim that rest.&nbsp; Claiming a place beneath one of the park's lights, he opened the case, revealing an instrument finer than the case would suggest.&nbsp; Although it could easily have purchased him a month of fine dining - or a far longer time on his current diet - he would not have considered selling it.&nbsp; With reverence, he rosined the bow, set the instrument to his chin, and began to play.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 06:14:55</strong>
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				His cape, heavy and crimson only swaying in the breeze, Vincent walked slowly through the open park. He walked with a slow and steady pace. He was tall, lean, impressive, especially now.<br><br>His long white hair flowed down his back, beneath his cape, but some hung forward, log and straight, but pure in colour like fresh snow. As one might've guessed from his appearence and carriage, he was wealthy, though the reason for that would be harder to reason. Looking too young to be a scholar/mage or doctor, too old to be performer, and too...alone, to be a mobster.<br><br>The sounds of music made him turn his head, indistinct as it was, Vincent took a fork inthe path towards the source, for even indistinct, the sound seemed pure and meaningful.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 08:58:25</strong>
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				Kanir tried to pick his tunes to fit his surroundings.&nbsp; During the day, he played light, intricate pieces, and as the hour grew later, he moved to more stately works.&nbsp; He tried to stay away from the slow and mournful tones - very few would pay money to hear something depressing - and tonight was no exception.&nbsp; A drunk couple attempted to dance, and he obliged them with a gentle waltz until they staggered away laughing.&nbsp; He gave a slight bow of thanks when the woman threw a couple coins towards his case, but he continued to play.<br><br>Only when they had continued out of sight did he allow his shoulders to slump a little.&nbsp; The time of safety was ending, and it would soon become too late to expect anyone else to pause to listen.&nbsp; Honest folk were hurrying home, and the chill night air was beginning to make his fingers feel stiff.<br><br>Nevertheless, as he saw a figure coming nearer through the growing twilight, Kanir readied himself for yet another performance.&nbsp; Without conscious thought, he found himself picking out the melody to Holst's <em>Jupiter</em> - perhaps not as impressive without a full orchestra, but somehow fitting the dignified walk of the man in the cape.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 20:08:35</strong>
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				Vincent walked past the Violinist, not seeming interested, though, in fact the melody tugged at something in his mind, which simply wouldn't let him by.<br><br>He turned, pulling a gold soverign from his pocket, and thick, heavy gold coin, the only non-representative currency yet in use, and one that would mean good meals for several days.<br><br>"As much as I hate to cut Jupiter short," he said, leaning down to place the coin the violin case, "I wonder if you know Requiem Mass...Dies Irae, specifcally," he said.<br><br>He chose the piece because it was...a requiem, and with a name like Day of Wrath, the piece was something that not many would listen to on a single violin, but for Vincent it was a test, the piece required conviction, especially in open air, and without the orchestra behind him...it would be very telling indeed.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 20:29:06</strong>
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				This was a first for Kanir.&nbsp; Actually, many firsts.&nbsp; It was the first time he had been close enough to a gold coin to touch it, the first time anyone in the park had addressed him directly, let alone asked him to play a request.&nbsp; It would also be the first time he had played something that - dark - in the gathering dusk.<br><br>"I do know it, Sir," he replied, taking a moment to relimber his left hand fingers as he brought the piece into his mind.&nbsp; The section requested wasn't very long, but required a lot of power to do it justice.&nbsp; With a deep breath, he set the bow to the strings.<br><br>Kanir had no way of knowing what his 'audience' heard as he played the requiem.&nbsp; He, himself, heard the full-throated baritones and tenors, the clear altos and sopranos, and the sound of the instruments that he had always hoped to play before.&nbsp; After the final spiraling phrase, he hit the last note with a finality that almost staggered him.&nbsp; Slowly, the park came back into focus, and he shivered as the night breeze lifted away the sheen of perspiration from his forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 20:49:23</strong>
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				Vincent opened his eyes as the Day of Wrath ended. He held a subtle pleasure on his face, but not a smile, in fact it seemed as though he might not smile at all from the mask that was his face.<br><br>"I've always found the Requiem most telling," he said, "despite the fact that mourning ought to be more common than joy...it always takes more to touch the audience with a somber note than a airy one."<br><br>He approached his newfound interest, and circled him a little, looking him over, liking what he saw.<br><br>"Could I interest you in dinner?" he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 23:10:47</strong>
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				Kanir glanced down at the pile of coins in his violin case.&nbsp; Before the flash of gold had joined them, there would have been little more than what he needed to satisfy his landlord.&nbsp; Now - now he could easily justify some small expense above that.<br><br>"It's rare to find someone who appreciates the great masters these days," he said, kneeling by the case and transferring the money to his jacket pocket.&nbsp; "I would very much enjoy sharing a meal and conversation with you."&nbsp; The violin was laid carefully in the case and closed away.&nbsp; Kanir stood, giving a tired smile to his benefactor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 23:39:11</strong>
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				"I think we understand eachother well," he said, "I know a place downtown, the Skyline Lounge, its good for a relaxing meal, and a nice view..."<br><br>He casually mentioned one of the three most expensive restaurants in the city, though, perhaps, from someone who carried gold coinage, it was not entirely surprising. It was also said that the wait-list was months long, but again, it was 'who' you were that mattered.<br><br>He started off towards the train station, expecting his tired player to catch up. Trains were the only sensible option in the city, especially when the streets were often filled at this time, nightlife in the great megapolis was something to behold.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 03:48:35</strong>
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				At the name of the restaurant, Kanir's steps faltered for a moment, but the stranger would soon hear him hurrying to catch up.&nbsp; "Are you sure?&nbsp; I mean - I'm hardly dressed for such an - elite establishment..."&nbsp; <br><br>He recognized the route to the station.&nbsp; He'd ridden the train into the theater district many a time, taking auditions at everything from small theaters to symphony orchestras, but he was still too new and unknown, despite his talent.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 03:57:15</strong>
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				"Ah, well," he said, "When you're dining at the Skyline Lounge, the dress code is whatever your wearing..." If you had the money, no matter what you wore...it was simply assume to be a fashion. Fine dining of the medium-high price range had dress standards, not so with the Lounge and its counterparts.<br><br>He desended the steps into the tunnel, standing on the platform, waiting for the train, which came every ten minutes.<br><br>"I'm Vincent Delacroix," he said, finally, not turning for a formal introduction. He was not the type, though he was clearly high-society of some type.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 04:32:28</strong>
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				"Kanir Rheinallt," the young violinist replied.&nbsp; He should have been tired after the amount of energy he'd put into the requiem, on top of the long day of playing and the quick walk to the station, but he was feeling almost giddy at the idea that he was on his way to a place where the cost of an average dinner could pay for a night's lodging.<br><br>Now that they had come to a stop, he had a chance to get a better look at Vincent.&nbsp; He was sure he would have recognized the man if he'd seen him before, which led him to believe that he wasn't one of the typical enthusiasts - the ones that came to auditions like bidders at an auction, or arrived at the concert hall with more of an eye for the cameras than an ear for the music.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 04:42:58</strong>
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				The trains always ran on time, and when the doors opened, Vincent was still considering his choices. Would Kanir be the kind to accept what could be for him but for a few sacrifices? Vincent stayed silent as he stepped aboard the train. A moment later, and as they slid shut he stated standing, as sure on his feet in the train, already moving as it was, as he was on solid ground.<br><br>"Tell me what you though of the Day of Wrath," he said, idly, as though wanting to pass the time until the central station stop, in the building which also housed, more than a hundred stories above...the Skyline Lounge. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 06:42:08</strong>
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				Kanir had taken a seat, cradling his violin case in his lap.&nbsp; He'd had to 'train-surf' before from necessity, but since it was late he was glad enough to take advantage of the lighter crowds.<br><br>"It's one of Mozart's more powerful pieces," he said.&nbsp; "It's amazing to think that he composed it while practically on his own deathbed - as if he poured the last of his soul into the music itself."<br><br>Long fingers traced over the seams of the case as he spoke, almost as if he was talking to the violin inside.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 20:13:48</strong>
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				"Would you like to play in a theatre?" he asked, "with an orchestra?"<br><br>He didn't know why Kanir was playing in the park, some, simply didn't really want sucess, and he wouldn't be helping someone like that, after all, the driving force for music, and life, was ambition, passion, emotion, only serving to advance ambition. Mozart...in the end, even if he didn't know it, had become immortal in his music.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:02:11</strong>
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				"More than anything," Kanir replied.&nbsp; "But the auditions are drying up, so I have to earn a living any way I can.&nbsp; My teachers all said that I have the memory and the technique to be an asset to any orchestra - but none of them seem to be looking for violinists.&nbsp; I'd even be satisfied to start at second or third and work my way up..."
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:09:52</strong>
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				Just as Vincent was about to speak the train finally reached its stop so he only nodded in agreement and got up, walking out onto the platform to make his way to the central elevator banks, which would allow them acess to the top floors of the huge structure.<br><br>When he'd reached the elevator he moved inside. It was an express elevator, only making stops every ten floors as requested. Others ran on a schedule, the building was always on a schedule. Because it was the express very few people bothered to take it if they weren't in a hurry, as stairs were apparently a phobia of the city-dwellers.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 07:00:07</strong>
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				Kanir had never been inside the upper regions of the station, although he'd scurried like so many other people from one train to another many times before.&nbsp; As they started up to the higher levels, he couldn't help looking around almost like a tourist - even the elevator was plush and ornate.&nbsp; Only the most magnificent concert hall could even compare to this building.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 15:44:51</strong>
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				As the doors opened, and Vincent stepped out, they were already inside the lounge, as it occupied the top-most floor entirely. The kitchen was in the centre, and the tables were spaced widely around the outside, each table with a window view, and built like a booth, with privacy from the rest of the room.<br><br>The hostess looked up when he walked through the doors to the Lounge, which separated the huge space from the elevators. She smiled and nodded, and picked up Menus, and motioned for them to follow, which Vincent did, and soon he'd undone his cape, and hung it up, and slid into his side of the booth.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:37:04</strong>
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				Kanir was looking around in amazement, holding the violin case close to his body.&nbsp; It took him a few moments to get his bearings enough to follow Vincent to the booth.&nbsp; He had no jacket to hang up, and he perched awkwardly on the fine leather seating.&nbsp; From here, the shadow that he had been so used to was far away, drowned in the blaze of light that cast it.<br><br>To cover his unease, he glanced at the menu in front of him, his stomach reminding him exactly how long it had been since his previous meal.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:56:51</strong>
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				"Order whatever you like," said Vincent, "if I'm not mistaken you're quite hungry..."<br><br>He had a slight smile, one that really only showed once he'd settled down, and was alone with Kanir, at least, as alone as one could be in a restaurant, and the in the Skyline Lounge, that was pretty well isolated.<br><br>When the waiter arrived, Vincent ordered himself a glass of wine, and left it at that, his figure said he was not anything close to a glutton, and he was rather lean, though muscular, it was therefore obvious that he'd already eaten, and wasn't hungry, but was clearly happy to treat Kanir.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 22:26:38</strong>
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				At a place like the Skyline Lounge, there were no prices printed on the menu, but the menu descriptions hinted at them with the exotic ingredients in some of the dishes.&nbsp; "I'll - um - have the center cut pork with wild mushrooms," he said carefully, picking something that he thought would be on the modest end of things.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:25:40</strong>
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				When the waiter had left, Vincent leaned over the table a little, his long hair falling forward on one side, sort of like a curtain from the light.<br><br>"Let me be frank..." he said, "I'm more than willing to become your patron, however, being under my patronage requires some...sacrifices, and some compromises, however...you may find it rewarding if it is something you desire..."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:06:50</strong>
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				Kanir blinked.&nbsp; For a moment, he was speechless, still trying to process what he had just heard.<br><br><em>Patron.</em><br><br>"I'm - afraid I don't have much left to sacrifice," he said slowly.&nbsp; "But - with the exception of my violin, there is nothing I would not give for such an opportunity."<br><br>Perhaps with more thought, he would have asked himself what more he <em>could</em> have sacrificed.&nbsp; But Vincent's offer was like dangling meat in front of a starving man.&nbsp; Kanir saw the only ray of hope he'd seen since he had graduated, and he had to grab for it.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:13:44</strong>
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				"Very well," said Vincent leaning back, as the food arrived, and he only spoke again when the waiter had left once more.<br><br>"I will get you a spot as a third violin," he said, "with the Cross theatre orchestra...I believe starting there builds character, not something I believe you lacking...however, I am peculiar in my patronage...and you will do as you are told..."<br><br>He took a sip of his wine.<br><br>"Of course, you will live at my estate," he said, "I can guess that your current accomodations are not...pleasant, and you'll have everything you require, though, you'll not be paid, and under my patronage, all your wages, until you are concert master or soloist will be mine do with as I see fit..."<br><br>He explained all of this though his tone indicated Kanir would have to agree to it. It was normal for patrons to garnish or seize their player's wages, especially when the player in question could not gain employment on their own.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:43:46</strong>
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				"I understand," Kanir replied, taking his fork and spearing a mushroom.&nbsp; "But if my housing and meals are taken care of, I really - don't have anything else that I spend money on."&nbsp; He couldn't help glancing down at his threadbare jeans with a grimace.&nbsp; "I have no family left, and my current situation doesn't exactly let me - accumulate much."
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:52:43</strong>
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				"Housing, meals and clothing," he said, "but your current situation doesn't matter anymore, because that is all behind you...and you needn't worry about it any longer."<br><br>He was somewhat glad to hear Kanir had no family, he imagined it would be easier that way, when he showed Kanir that he wanted more than just his talent.<br><br>"Here...is to a most beneficial relationship," he said, holding up his glass for a toast.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 07:36:08</strong>
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				The waiter had poured a glass for each of them, and Kanir raised his as well before sipping at it - he knew that drinking it quickly on an empty stomach would just end badly.&nbsp; "You won't be disappointed, Sir," he said.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 16:50:08</strong>
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				"We'll see," he said, "now eat up...I can't have you looking underfed..."<br><br>He smiled again, and crossed his legs, leaning back, one arm up on the seat back, and one on his glass.<br><br>He looked out the window after that, his hair covering the right side of his face.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 18:27:57</strong>
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				Kanir needed no encouragement, although he managed to maintain a decorum appropriate to the Lounge.&nbsp; The meal was better than anything he'd ever had before, with just the right amount of spicing - but even so, he had a feeling that a hot dog from a street vendor would have tasted like ambrosia at this moment.<br><br>Third chair.&nbsp; Not a spotlight, but a chance.&nbsp; A chance where his talent could finally speak for itself.&nbsp; No more worrying if he'd make enough coin to pay off the owner of the rooming house.&nbsp; No more worrying if his violin would be safe while he slept.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 18:37:53</strong>
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				Vincent smiled, knowing he had something worth having in Kanir. Third violin wasn't the best he could do, nor was the Cross Orchestra, but, it would be more meaningful if Kanir had a rise to fame, rather than a push. Some patrons were only concerned with fame, and fortune, but he was not, if Kanir was to be truly great, and admired for it, he'd have to be seen for his skill, and not his connections.<br><br>"Its getting late," he said, "when you're done, take the train back to the park, I'll have a car waiting..."<br><br>He finsihed his wine, and stood. He'd leave Kanir alone for a while, at least to give him a chance to think.<br><br>"Don't worry about the bill," he said.<br><br>He walked out, stopping by and talking to the hostess for a moment, who nodded, and let him go. It was the kind of place with a flexible payment option, after all, and he'd just have the bill in the mail.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 20:24:28</strong>
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				Kanir spent another ten minutes, mostly just staring out at the city below him.&nbsp; He had about half of the glass of wine to celebrate his good fortune, then left the table.&nbsp; As he approached the elevator again, he couldn't help feeling like someone was going to come running after him, demanding payment, but the elevator doors closed without any such incident.<br><br>Returning to street level was like sinking back into deep water.&nbsp; Kanir first returned to the rooming house to settle his bill, then proceeded back to the park, walking quickly through the dark paths to where he had first met Vincent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 05:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent had left a car to pick up Kanir, and the driver would be waiting for him. He'd gone on ahead, to get the house ready, mostly because he had no servants after dinner, it was privacy he liked, and now he'd be able to share some time with Kanir, getting to know the person who would be under his patronage, and tutelage, in certain things, he was sure.<br><br>He waited in his library, knowing that Kanir couldn't be too far behind, he sat in his large high-back chair, half-slouching, with a hand under his chin. The decision to take on Kanir was a quick one, but given his talent, and other features, Vincent truly couldn't have resisted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't hard to find his patron's car.&nbsp; The park itself was empty - at least in the more well-lit areas - and the well-dressed driver standing outside the vehicle could have been nothing other than the promised ride.&nbsp; Kanir slid into the offered back seat, and watched as the park slid away into the night.&nbsp; There was no turning back now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 06:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The car would take Kanir out of the city and far enough into the country that the city was only a mass of lights, miles away. It would turn up the long drive, revealing Vincent's somewhat gothic house, its mis-matched atrium, and glass observatory, some in stone, and some in glass and metal, it was modern, though it looked to have been designed by a person with no budget limit, and a series of increasingly amazing ideas.<br><br>Vincent sat in the library still, where the driver would direct Kanir to go, just to the left of the entry hall, which was short, but tall, five stories straight up to a glass skylight. The floor was polished marble, and the stairs were wrought iron.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 08:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir entered the library as if he was entering a museum.&nbsp; The building itself was awe-inspiring, with more features to draw the eye around every corner.&nbsp; He almost forgot that he was supposed to be meeting Vincent there, and blinked in startlement when he came upon the silver-haired man.<br><br>"This place is amazing," he said, keeping his tones low as if to use normal speech would be blasphemy in such a room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 08:35:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its home," he said, "yours too..."<br><br>He smiled and uncrossed his legs.<br><br>"When I said you'd have to make sacrifices, I meant it," he said, "will you still give anything for this life, and everything I'm offering you?" he asked.<br><br>He wanted so much, but he needed to space himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 14:54:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Home.&nbsp; Not just a place to keep his meager belongings.&nbsp; Not just a place to sleep for a few hours before having to hit the park again.&nbsp; Not a place that he would have to dread approaching when his pockets were light.<br><br>Home.<br><br>"Everything that is mine to give," he replied with determination.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 15:59:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Undress," he said, at the confirmation of Kanir's pledge, "remove your clothes...all of them."<br><br>He didn't elaborate, but he needed to see Kanir the way he wanted to, he didn't yet have that telltale bulge in his pants, but he knew he soon would. He wondered if Kanir was heterosexual, it would make it harder, but the life he offered was worth a switch or an execption right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 17:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The unexpected request made Kanir hesitate, trying to rationalize it.&nbsp; Admittedly his current outfit was dreadfully out of place in a room this lush, and perhaps the intent was to have them replaced with something more appropriate.&nbsp; Perhaps this was some sort of examination to ensure that he wasn't ill.<br><br>His thought process slowed his actions, but didn't stop him from removing his garments one at a time.&nbsp; First, he slipped off his shoes and socks, setting both neatly to one side on the cool marble floor.&nbsp; Then, he removed his shirt, revealing that - while he could certainly stand a few good meals - he was still in decent shape.&nbsp; As he lowered his jeans, a flush touched his face, and his eyes fixed resolutely on the floor.&nbsp; His fingers hesitated longest at the band of his briefs, but Vincent's instructions had been quite clear, and the final garment soon joined the rest of his clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 18:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you like women or men, Kanir...?" he asked, wondering if his new lover, and that is exactly what he would be, and more, would be more or less willing to do what he would, either way, be doing.<br><br>"Tell the truth...I'm very good at spotting lies..." he added, and though it was true, he doubted if Kanir really needed to hear it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 20:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no rationalizing that question, and it brought Kanir's gaze back up in confusion.&nbsp; Was there a correct answer?&nbsp; Would the wrong answer find him back on the streets?&nbsp; He wasn't about to outright lie, but he didn't want to possibly offend his new patron either.<br><br>"Honestly, Sir, I haven't had much time for a social life for a while," he said carefully, all the while watching Vincent for any clues as to what he was getting himself into.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 21:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent stood then, putting one hand on Kanir's chest and walking around him, wrapping him in his arms.<br><br>"Well..." he said, "that isn't an answer to my question."<br><br>He let his other hand wander down, settling just on Kanir's bare hip.<br><br>He released him a moment later, returning to his seat.<br><br>"The master bedroom is on the third floor, have a bath..." he said, "you may put your things in there as well."<br><br>He didn't know if Kanir would figure out right away that they were sleeping together, but it didn't matter just yet, he'd find out. Vincent could only hope that Kanir would find some enjoyment in the arrangement. He hated the idea of making the boy do something he hated for his patronage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no ambiguity in that gesture.&nbsp; Kanir could feel his pulse racing as Vincent held him ever-so-briefly, and then walked away.&nbsp; Okay - so his patron obviously had a thing for young men.&nbsp; He could - he could cope with that.<br><br>"Th-third floor," he repeated, gathering up his clothing.&nbsp; He didn't bother putting his clothes back on before following those directions up to the master bathroom.<br><br>******<br><br>Once he had reached that tiled sanctuary, Kanir began to sort through what had just happened as he took care of the almost automatic business of drawing a hot bath.&nbsp; <em>It certainly could have gone differently</em>, he thought as he slid into the steaming water.&nbsp; <em>He didn't shove me up against a wall.&nbsp; He only held me - maybe a bit suggestively, but I didn't feel an urge to grab my clothes and run.</em><br><br>Maybe that was what disturbed him the most.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent yearned to feel skin-on-skin, as he walked upstairs to the master bedroom, waiting in a chair there for Kanir to be done in the shower. He shed his shirt and vest in the meantime, and his shoes, of course, though he kept his pants on. There was only one bed, one he hoped would be well used soon enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; He had left his clothes, his violin, and the small satchel of his belongings in a careful pile to one side of the bed - obviously large enough for more than one person.&nbsp; When he saw Vincent standing there, he colored slightly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Of course he's here,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>This is the master bedroom.&nbsp; Where else would he sleep?</em>&nbsp; Awkwardly, he came closer.&nbsp; Unless he wanted to sleep on the floor, he would have to learn to be this close to Vincent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 14:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable," said Vincent, "however, I've taken a liking to you, though not just for your body...your music is what I most enjoy...but I don't share my house, or my bed with just anyone..."<br><br>He stood and closed the gap between them, taking hold of Kanir's shoulders.<br><br>"I told you you'd have to sacrifice," he said, "but I'd prefer if you enjoyed this particular aspect of our new relationship..."<br><br>That was when he leaned in, sliding his hands from Kanir's shoulders to his back, and dipping his head down, to press his lips to Kanir's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 19:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Vincent came closer, Kanir once again felt his heart in his throat.&nbsp; He didn't - <em>couldn't</em> - pull away as the taller man enveloped him and possessive lips closed on his own.&nbsp; His bow hand was caught between them, and he found his fingers pressed up against a bare, very masculine chest.<br><br>Again, he was struck by the odd consideration that his patron was showing - even though Vincent held all the cards, he was proceeding almost as if he was courting Kanir.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 19:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent release Kanir's lips, kissing downwards, to Kanir's neck, and putting his hands above Kanir's hips, only holding him gently.<br><br>He slowly let go, first, one hand, and then his lips, and then his other hand, pulling back to walk over to the bed. He unbuttoned his pants, and then set them aside when he had them off. He didn't say anything else as he slid into bed under the rich covers. He wasn't going to order Kanir around, it was better that he make his choices, after all, Vincent was his patron, so his choices could only lead one place, right back to Vincent's bed, unless of course, he wanted to be sleeping where he had been, and Vincent was certain that sharing a bed of his bed's quality and size, was worth the company, even if he didn't enjoy it, which Vincent sincerely hoped he would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 20:33:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir shivered as Vincent's lips brushed his neck.&nbsp; For a moment, he could only watch as Vincent disrobed and climbed into bed.&nbsp; There wasn't really a choice to make.&nbsp; In theory, he could reject the patronage and hopefully get a ride back to the city - but theory and reality were two entirely different things.&nbsp; He still felt awkward as he walked to the other side of the bed and sat down.<br><br>"This - is all very new to me," he said quietly.&nbsp; His back was to Vincent, but his voice was pitched so that it was clear he wasn't talking to himself.&nbsp; The towel joined the rest of his clothes, and he quickly covered himself with the blankets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 20:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." said Vincent, "we can start slowly, if you'd like."<br><br>He moved over in the bed, putting an arm around Kanir, and, pulling him a little, just so that Kanir's back was to his chest.<br><br>"Are you a virgin?" he asked, quietly, but with his mouth now close to Kanir's ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 23:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's certainly the first time I've been in <em>this</em> position," Kanir blurted out.&nbsp; As the words sounded in his own ears, he made an effort to calm himself.&nbsp; "I've - never been with a man before," he added, feeling his face warm again as he realized there was nothing at all separating them.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Is this how a woman feels the first time?</em> he wondered, very much aware of the way Vincent's body fit up against his.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 23:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be gentle," he whispered, sliding a hand down Kanir's stomach, and between his legs, to grasp his manhood. Vincent knew that even if Kanir was uncomfortable, a good orgasm or two would make it a lot easier. He began to stroke Kanir slowly, trying to get him aroused.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir was tense as Vincent reached down, not entirely sure what to expect.&nbsp; Like any young man, he had done his share of self-gratifying, but this would be the first time that another's hand had been involved.&nbsp; Despite that - or perhaps because of it - he was surprised by how the touch of those fingers seemed so much more intense than his own.&nbsp; The heat of his blush was soon rivaled by the warmth of his growing erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 14:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent strokes Kanir slowly, getting him rock-hard before he began to speed up a bit.<br><br>"Tell me what you want Kanir," he whispered, "do you want me to stop?"<br><br>This was a test and a comfort question, that would let him know if Kanir was become more or less open to the idea of sharing his bed.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 08:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir was in an awkward situation.&nbsp; Not only was he concerned about offending his patron, but he knew that if Vincent <em>did</em> stop, he'd have to finish the job himself.&nbsp; On the other hand, the fact that he'd been brought to this state by another man was something that he was still trying to come to terms with.<br><br>"I - I'm okay with this," he said, finding it a little hard to frame his words as the friction continued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 16:10:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent was pleased with the response and pressed a kiss to Kanir's neck as he continued to stroke him, gently, but quicker.<br><br>Vincent adjust his free hand and slid it down Kanir's back, and finally between his cheeks. Sliding one finger to his tight pucker. He couldn't help pressing it against Kanir's tiny hole, and into it. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 18:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir's breathing came quicker, and his fingers tangled in the covers as the familiar rhythm continued its crescendo.&nbsp; A new melody of sensation was twining through it, however.&nbsp; The kiss sent a frisson down his spine, melding with the trace of Vincent's fingers as they moved downward.&nbsp; He was dimly aware of the slow pressure, but the attention to his erection distracted him until he felt a sudden yielding.<br><br>Deep blue eyes flashed open, and Kanir took in a sharp breath.&nbsp; At the same time, his shaft twitched in Vincent's grasp, not in climax but definitely showing he was close to that release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 22:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent had his own erection now, feeling Kanir in two places had made his pulse quicken, and he continued to stroke Kanir.<br><br>"Would you prefer a girl?" he asked, quite willing to accomodate Kanir, after all, he wasn't being entirely selfish, Kanir was his preformer, but he still owed him for the use of his body.<br><br>He kept stroking, moving his hand faster and faster, not showing any intention of slowing before Kanir climaxed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 07:28:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir only shook his head.&nbsp; At the moment, he could practically feel the seed rising in his balls - and he could distinctly feel Vincent's erection nestled between his cheeks.&nbsp; As the tension increased he was gradually curling forward, just as he had so many times alone with a magazine left forgotten on the floor.<br><br>It wasn't much longer before a gasp of relief burst from him, and a few ropy jets of semen spurted onto the fine sheets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 03:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," said Vincent, releasing Kanir, and rolling back away from him, just onto his back, but far enough that they weren't touching anymore.<br><br>"You should sleep," said Vincent, "we have plenty to do tomorrow."<br><br>He left it at that, not indicating what they had to do, or why, only that it would be so...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir remained curled on his side, still awake as his erection softened.&nbsp; He'd just had an orgasm from another man jerking him off.&nbsp; What did that mean about him?&nbsp; He was still wondering as the rush of endorphins faded and dragged him into sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 07:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent smiled, and closed his eyes to sleep. He idly wondered if Kanir was an early riser. He wasn't, but then, privelege had its benefits, besides, concerts were in the evenings, dress-rehersal, afternoon, he'd never bothered getting up before eleven really, and he didn't eat breakfast often.<br><br>He wondered if Kanir would be as...accepting in the morning, or more so? Or less so? Either way, it would be interesting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 08:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir woke early and slipped from the bed quietly.&nbsp; His feelings were still very conflicted, and he needed some time to think.&nbsp; He got into a clean set of clothes (even if the jeans were worn through at the knees), picked up his violin, and went out into the hallway.<br><br>He was looking for a place he could practice.&nbsp; He always thought better with the strings beneath his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Vincent opened his eyes he noticed that Kanir was freshly gone, and he pulled himself up to sit up in bed, wondering if Kanir was going to practice, or leave, or both.<br><br>He couldn't wait to feel Kanir's silky skin against his again, he was so soft, and Vincent couldn't have been more happy with his choice of artists, truth be told he'd been hoping to find one just like Kanir.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 08:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir eventually found something that looked like it might have been meant for a sitting room.&nbsp; A fireplace dominated one wall - currently cold due to the season, but he could imagine it casting a flickering light over the rich furnishings, picking gleams of brilliance from brass, silver, or crystal.<br><br>He frowned as he checked the tuning of the violin.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why he was assuming that he would see that at some point, but he tried to put that out of his mind for now.&nbsp; Instead, he decided to challenge himself, and dove into the lead violin part of Vivaldi's <em>Winter</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 07:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Vivaldi, and Winter no less, played solo was something that got Vincent out of bed. He didn't think it appropriate to appear naked if Kanir was still unsure.<br><br>He got on a pair of dress pants, and a shirt, which he tucked, but only half did-up.<br><br>Walking out of the bedroom towards the sound, coming from which room he didn't know yet, but he wanted to find out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 19:39:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir tried to lose himself in the music.&nbsp; He could hear the other strings filling in the accompaniment as clearly as if they were there, and anyone listening would hear him taking the proper pauses.&nbsp; It wasn't quite perfect - he had chosen the piece as a challenge - but it was the sort of thing that practicing with an actual orchestra would smooth out in no time.<br><br>By the time Vincent found him, Kanir was near the end of the piece.&nbsp; He was aware of the older man entering the room, but the bow never faltered as he finished the final phrases and allowed the final note to die out.<br><br>"I didn't mean to wake you," he said carefully.&nbsp; <em>I could have left,</em> flitted through his mind, and left him feeling strangely guilty for having thought it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 02:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You didn't," he said, "I'm an early riser..."<br><br>He moved to a nearby chair, and sat down, offering Kanir a cusion on the floor between his legs to sit on.<br><br>"Come..." he said, "play something else for me..."<br><br>He wanted to hear those beautiful tones again, and have Kanir close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 07:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't what he was used to, but Kanir folded his lanky form into a seated position.&nbsp; The posture didn't have the same flexibility as standing, and so he picked a somewhat slower piece - one of Bach's Concertos for violin, which had a quiet, peaceful mood to it.<br><br>The slower pace also meant that he didn't have to throw himself into the music quite so much, and he was very aware of Vincent's position behind him, and the way the other man had made him feel the night before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 20:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent leaned over him, brushing a hand down his neck to his shoulder, and lowering his head to give him a gentle kiss there.<br><br>He wasn't sure if Kanir was entirely comfortable with the intimacy that Vincent wanted, but he'd never said that Kanir couldn't speak his mind.<br><br>He slid his hand over Kanir's chest as his planted kisses up his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft kisses brought the music to a tremulous halt as the violin box slid off the strings.&nbsp; Since his introduction to this sort of affection the night before, Kanir was still wrestling mentally with his reactions - but it didn't prevent a soft sigh and an arching of his neck.&nbsp; While he didn't quite understand <em>why</em> he was responding that way, he wasn't able to hide it either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 05:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent slid foward a bit, his hands sliding down, over Kanir's chest, around his arms, holding him firmly in place, though they didn't press down too hard.<br><br>That was when Vincent was finally overwhelmed, the blood flowing just far enough beneath the surface of Kanir's skin to be a tease was too tempting, and Vincent sunk his sharp fangs into Kanir's neck, not far, just enough to get a slow flow from the small puncutre wounds, as he pulled them out, and fixed his mouth around them, tongue lapping the blood into his mouth, and his hands tight in place to keep his prey, from moving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 07:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bite came too fast, too unexpectedly for Kanir to jerk away.&nbsp; And just as fleetingly, it had changed to - another kiss?&nbsp; He could feel the suction, and a slight dizziness.&nbsp; Could he be feeling that because of some - attraction to Vincent?&nbsp; <br><br>He shifted very slightly in the older man's grip.&nbsp; It wasn't possible to move more.&nbsp; "Hey -" he said, trying to keep his tone light.&nbsp; "Won't a hickey look bad at an audition?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 08:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent gave a small laugh against him, and kissed away the last drops of blood, licking them from his lips, as Kanir's small wounds closed, and stopped the flow of the delicious ruby liquid.<br><br>"Not necessarily," said Vincent, "depends on the person evaluating the audition..."<br><br>He laughed a little again, his mood improved by the small, but delicious meal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 16:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both bow and violin were set down carefully, and Kanir ran his left hand over his neck.&nbsp; Other than a slight dampness from Vincent's lips and a touch of soreness, there was no evidence of the bite.<br><br>"Sorry," he said, turning partly towards his benefactor.&nbsp; "I just - feel a little strange.&nbsp; I think I'd better take a break."&nbsp; He made no effort to get up off of the cushion, though.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 02:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't you sit on my lap for a while and rest then?" said Vincent. He knew that Kanir would feel strange for a while, such were the effects of the bite, but it wouldn't make him more compliant, so the question was poignant, would he accept? Or was he still uncomfortable?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 07:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wouldn't that be a little awkward?"&nbsp; Kanir asked, turning more completely towards Vincent.&nbsp; He didn't pull away - instead, he had one shoulder against the edge of the chair, and his back against Vincent's leg as he looked up at his patron.&nbsp; <br><br>He hadn't recognized the bite for what it was.&nbsp; It wasn't the sort of thing that anyone really expected to occur, especially when life was so firmly rooted in the everyday struggle to survive.&nbsp; As such, the only 'threat' the older man posed was to Kanir's newly challenged sexuality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 07:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me what's on your mind," said Vincent, more commanding than offering. He knew Kanir was conflicted, but surely he had to be realizing that Vincent wanted his body, and was willing to give pleasure just as much as he recieved and more, which would be a good position for anyone to be in, especially since Vincent wasn't demanding anything really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 19:13:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's funny," Kanir said.&nbsp; "You spend your entire life thinking that things go a certain way - and then everything gets turned upside down.&nbsp; I'm not sure how to react any more."&nbsp; He looked down at his hands for a moment, then turned those dark blue eyes back up to Vincent.<br><br>"It would be easy if I could say I didn't like it at all - but I don't think I can say that.&nbsp; And that's what's confusing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 00:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Confusing how?" he asked, "had you thought yourself a lover of women?"<br><br>He put a hand on Kanir's chest and slid it downward, and then back up again.<br><br>"I don't want to turn you upside down, just sideways, if you'll permit me..." he said, "I consider that humans would do far better to be open to everyone...after all, so many marriages go pleasureless. To deny yourself half of the population, because of a standard that even now, people care less and and less about in a lover, well, it hardly seems reasonable."<br><br>He put a hand then, on Kanir's cheek.<br><br>"If you like it," he said, "forget what I am, and tell me what you want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 02:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir laughed a little.&nbsp; "I'm no Don Juan," he admitted.&nbsp; "I just - never expected <em>this</em>."&nbsp; He closed his eyes as Vincent's hand brushed over him.&nbsp; He was listening to what the man said, though.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Just sideways.&nbsp; Why not - if it feels good?&nbsp; What's really wrong with it?</em><br><br>"What I want," he repeated.&nbsp; It was a little hard to simply 'forget' what Vincent was - a powerful man with Kanir's future in his hands - but he deserved a fair answer.&nbsp; "I think - I want to know more?&nbsp; Last night was a little - surprising.&nbsp; In more ways than one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Know more?" asked Vincent, "what would you like to know?"<br><br>He wasn't sure what it was that Kanir didn't know. Vincent was attracted to him, willing to please, not demanding, really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir blushed.&nbsp; "I guess that came out sort of wrong," he said.&nbsp; "Last night - I wasn't expecting to react the way I did.&nbsp; And I wasn't expecting - what you just did - to feel like it did."&nbsp; He knew the words still weren't coming out right, and blew a soft huff of frustration.<br><br>"I guess what I'm saying is I'm okay with what's happened so far.&nbsp; Confused, but okay with it.&nbsp; I just don't know anything about what two men - <em>do</em> with each other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see..." said Vincent knowingly, "well, men can have anal sex, and oral sex, or masturbate, each other or together, if that is what you're asking..."<br><br>He leaned back in his chair and sighed.<br><br>"If you're confused it is only because you are trying to figure out 'why' and the truth is, there isn't a 'why' if you're attracted to men, even while also being attracted to women, that is a fact of life, like having a mole on your cheek or blonde hair, and if you don't like women, or don't like men, then that is a fact as well, trying to figure out 'why' is irrelevant, all that really matters is that you did enjoy it, and with that knowledge new opportunities await, with or without, me..." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir nodded thoughtfully.&nbsp; It made a certain amount of sense, and Vincent seemed to understand what was going through his head.&nbsp; <br><br><em>You did enjoy it,</em> he told himself, which was a truth he was gradually coming to terms with.&nbsp; <em>Maybe there are other things you'll enjoy.</em><br><br>Vincent's final words reached him as his rationalizing settled his mind somewhat, and at those words, he sat straight up.<br><br>"You're not reconsidering, are you?&nbsp; This - it hasn't changed anything I said."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 04:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course not," he said, "but I don't want to presume that you'll stay with me."<br><br>He was trying to be reassuring, but it seemed Kanir was already wondering about the staying power of what he'd started. Of course, he wouldn't end their relationship prematurely.<br><br>"Even if you are...like me in some way, you may find that I'm not what you want in the end..." he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 16:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The answer seemed to take the flare of anxiety out of Kanir.&nbsp; "Oh - of course.&nbsp; I just didn't want you to think - that I'd reconsidered our agreement."<br><br><em>There will be compromise and sacrifice.</em>&nbsp; The words from the night before echoed in his head.&nbsp; He had been naive as far as what that would entail, and shocked when he had found out, but the conversation had put him more at ease.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 19:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Our agreement doesn't include your love, or a relationship," he said, "if those are things you wish to give elsewhere, I can require of you...only service..."<br><br>He put a hand down, running it through Kanir's hair.<br><br>"For example," he said, "those lips..."<br><br>Then he leaned his whole body over until his head was down near Kanir's and he tilted Kanir's chin up to capture his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir had given up trying to understand the 'why' of what was happening, even if it was still mostly unexpected.&nbsp; The angle of the kiss resulted in his lips parting slightly, unintentionally adding to the sensuality of the action.&nbsp; This was no dry, chaste kiss - instead, it held a certain tentative eroticism.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent parted his own lips a caressed Kanir's partially open lips with his tongue before dipping it in a little to gently taste Kanir's mouth. Vincent was aroused, memories of Kanir's body against his, the previous night, were very fresh.<br><br>For a moment he pulled back just to look into Kanir's eyes, before pressing into the kiss again, this time with more pressure, and more...urgency, more passion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Patron (Oniya and The PeacethatPowerBrings)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kanir's eyes blinked open as the kiss was briefly broken.&nbsp; He was feeling a spreading warmth, almost like the one from the wine the night before, only instead of dulling his senses, it seemed to be heightening them.&nbsp; He was keenly aware of the lingering moistness of Vincent's tongue on his lips, the pressure of those fingertips against his jaw - even sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.<br><br><em>Even if you are... like me...</em><br><br><em>Maybe I am?</em><br><br>This time, the kiss brought a stronger reaction from him.&nbsp; His lips parted further, partly curious about the newness of the experience, but also beginning to accept the new possibilities.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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