Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)
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				Title: <strong>Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 21:56:05</strong>
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				The little bell on the tailor's door rang as Bastion Doyle walked into the shop, the suit he had just left with carefully draped over his arm.&nbsp; He was a rather handsome man, 20 years old, possing soft features and a rather toned form.&nbsp; His face bore no facial hair, his hair was short and combed.&nbsp; He walked over to the man behind the desk, ringing the bell.&nbsp; <br><br>When the tailor arrived, Bastion looked down at the little man. "Excuse me Mr. Dickens but this isn't my suit." "Eeh?" replied the older man.&nbsp; Bastion sighed and cleared his throat a bit before speaking a little louder. "I said, this isn't my suit.&nbsp; It is too small."&nbsp; "Not your suit?&nbsp; Then whose is it?" replied Mr. Dickens.&nbsp; Bastion groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose. "I don't know.&nbsp; This is why I am asking you."&nbsp; He would gladly go to a better tailor but as an artist his budget was rather small.&nbsp; He needed that suit, it was the only good one he had and he had to find a suitable patron.&nbsp; Maybe then he could move further up the strict social ladder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 16:31:44</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 quiet so long, and had not brought enough clothing. Though he could easily send for his apparel, there was a party in three 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. 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. Upon entering he spotted the pair, an exasperated looking young man and dickens himself. The other man was holding a suit, one of a similar make to that Jonathan held. A switch perhaps? His eyes swept over the tone frame of the other youngster and gave a polite nod before addressing the tailor. "My dear Mr.Dickens, I do believe that you have made an error in giving me this suit." <br><br>The older man blinked, looked at Bastion, "Wrong suit?" then at Jonathan "Wrong suit?" His eyes trailed to the outfits. "Switch em?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 16:41:05</strong>
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				Doyle sighed a bit as he was about to try for the third time.&nbsp; He mentally reminded himself to keep his temper in check, it wouldn't do to be seen loosing it in public.&nbsp; He ran a hand through his light brown hair as he prepared himself.&nbsp; Just as he was about to go over it again, the bell rang.&nbsp; He turned to see who was walking in and quickly forgot his anger and annoyance.&nbsp; The man was indeed rather gorgeous, he could tell just by looking at him that this must be his suit.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked over and rolled his eyes at Mr. Dickens then turned to smile at Jonathan.&nbsp; It took him a second to catch up mentally before he cleared his throat. "Very sorry about all this." He said gently to the newcomer.&nbsp; "I am assuming that this is yours then?" he asked, handing it over to Jonathan.&nbsp; His hand brushed his as he gave it to him.&nbsp; "I was getting a bit worried that I might not be able to wear it to a party this evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 01:53:05</strong>
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				With a dashing smile Jonathan swooped his attention to the fellow customer. Before his eyes had simply swept the other, and once Mr.Dickens had oh so intelligently informed them to switch, the full attention of the blond was brought onto the toned brunette. And such attention was greatly deserved. Jon let his eyes trail the form, the hair, the jawline, then meet with his eyes. Gorgeous. Jonathan felt an instant twinge in his loins and his brain, it lasted only a moment but it told him enough. That he wanted this young man. <br><br>Normally Jonathan could hold his own against the forces nature seemed to have instilled in his body despite the status quo. But when Bastion's hand trailed against his own he felt his skin pique with interest. He finished the swap, handing over the suit and taking his own. One look at the long narrow pants were enough to tell him this was his. "A party tonight? That wouldn't happen to be Mr.LaFayette's gathering, would it? He is a charming fellow, his daughter is said to be one of the most beautiful of the area." In phrasing it such a way, Jonathan never said that it was his own opinion that the young Maria LaFayette was a beauty. Because it was not his opinion. Had he been asked about the most stunning form in that household, it would be the slightly older Henri LaFayette.<br><br>Unless it was tonight. In that case, the most stunning being in the household was sure to be the man before him. At that though he chuckled. "Do forgive me, I am Jonathan Langtry, a <em>pleasure</em> to meet you." Again he extended his hand- hopeful for another touch of the mans skin. His words had been cordial, but there was an air hidden in one of the words, one slightly less then becoming of an Englishmen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 17:43:06</strong>
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				Bastion Doyle had never realized his own interest in men until he had moved to Paris a few years ago.&nbsp; While there, he had been introduced to pleasures and sensations that he previously could only dream about.&nbsp; His eyes wandered over the angelic face and slender form of his new acquintance.<br><br>"It is in fact.&nbsp; The very same.&nbsp; My father was a friend of the LaFayette's while he was alive.&nbsp; They heard I was back in London and invited me along."&nbsp; He looked down at the hand and took Jonathan's in his.&nbsp; "Bastion Doyle."&nbsp; He couldn't be sure, but he was sure that Jonathan was eyeing him up as well.&nbsp; Bastion blushed just a bit, taking a few seconds to long to release the other man's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victorian Secrets (MusicNeverDies and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 23:09:40</strong>
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				Jonathan nodded slightly. "Bastion Doyle- I have heard the name, but you know how the women of England work. They will list off names of any man and hope he becomes famous so they can later make a pointed case to say 'Didn't I tell you so and so was going to make it?'" He let out a small smile, unable not to do so around the handsome, toned man before him. <br><br>Running his hand through his long hair, he flashed Mr.Dickens a faint look, with a sharpness in his eyes. The old man gave a small bow 'I'll check the other suits'nd make sure there're no more mix ups.' he said and left into the back room- leaving the young men alone. When he had left, Jonathan spoke again. "I was invited to the LaFayette party. I was rather intending not to go, as everyone there I know rather well and have seen often- they can't have enough new gossip to intrigue me quiet yet." A pause struck in the air. "You, I would like to get to know better- but if you wish to rather introduce yourselves to the young women of the town I understand that- a man as handsome as yourself must be on the lookout for a maiden." 
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