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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 19:32:13 GMT -5
"If we don't get this done, you're just going to have to deal with your mum owling you once a week," Rhys said as they stepped out of that horrid bus in front of Trent's shop. Matthew grumbled something in response, but didn't put up a true argument.
Rhys imagined that the silence from Keith was part of the reason Matthew had been finally willing to make contact and come by the shop. He reached for Matthew's hand and lead the way into the shop.
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Post by Trent Frey on Sept 8, 2012 19:40:08 GMT -5
Lyric wasn't looking as good as he had the other day, but he had his business face on, and no intentions of talking about anything. He'd gotten an owl saying they still wanted pictures, and since he still wanted business, he'd opened the shop just for today. The rest of the week, he intended for it to stay closed.
He was back on a diet of coffee and just enough food to live, and his eyes sat above dark circles from lack of sleep. He hadn't realized how horrible the couch was, but couldn't bring himself to use the bed.
His hair was down, but it was clean, he was dressed, and he'd put on his eyeliner, but the attitude he'd worn like a cloak was pushed back. It was more of a wall of distance. He'd do this, he'd do this well, but he'd been considering just leaving the country. Maybe he'd go hunt down his dad.
He came out from the back room and lifted his hand in greeting, but didn't look directly at Matthew. He hadn't taken the advice he'd gotten, and it had all blown up in his face. "I've got a few books you can look at," he said. The two he'd show them were one of portraits, and one of the few people he'd met up with from the clubs. He pushed the portrait book toward them across the counter.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 19:44:28 GMT -5
"You're talented," Rhys said. If the examples dotting the walls were any indication, anyway. He pulled Matthew's hand, glancing over his shoulder for a final glance to press upon his boyfriend to not push the man. He pulled his hand free and stepped forward, taking the book. "Do you get a lot of people coming in?"
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 19:45:46 GMT -5
Matthew tried to be interested in the book, he really did try, but it was so hard. What had happened between Trent and Keith? Why wasn't Keith returning his owls? It was driving him mad. He would at least attempt to keep his mouth shut, though he looked curiously at Trent, his eyebrows drawn tightly together.
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Post by Trent Frey on Sept 8, 2012 19:48:44 GMT -5
"Not really," Lyric said, "but I make enough to keep the shop open. Got that job for Cauldron to help out." He paused, still avoiding Matthew's gaze. "You read?" Most people did, but there were people who would rather live in caves than know what was going on. Even he read it, and at least half the crap in the magazine was about Hogwarts.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 19:51:11 GMT -5
"I don't, I'm sorry, I don't read many magazines, though. I do see people carrying it around at the shop," Rhys said. It was something he had noticed about the magical folk, they seemed to love gossip an inordinate amount. "But, of course, I still get distracted by moving pictures when I try to read wizarding things."
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 19:52:55 GMT -5
"I've skimmed it, it's hard to imagine someone like Michael posing for pictures," Matthew said. Keeping himself from asking questions was driving him mad, but he thought that Trent's careful avoidance was worse. It just screamed that something bad had happened.
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Post by Trent Frey on Sept 8, 2012 19:58:41 GMT -5
"A lot of them don't," Lyric said. He couldn't imagine Michael Blackwood-Hardt sitting down for a photo session to accompany gossip. "No one's sued me yet." He had just enough fear of Chase Firebrand not to have sold certain pictures from the wedding, but he hadn't destroyed them either. If he ever decided he wanted some quick money on the way out of Scotland, he knew exactly what to do.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 20:00:05 GMT -5
Rhys chuckled at that. "Do you hide up trees or something? Is there a spell to make you blend in?" he asked, smiling. He glanced up at Matthew to see if he had an answer. He could only imagine the trouble paparazzi could be if they had the power to blend in or become invisible.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 20:00:59 GMT -5
"There's a disillusionment spell, more or less being invisible, and there's invisibility cloaks, but you're still there, you make noise and everything," Matthew answered. No, he apparently couldn't go a day without being quizzed about some magical fact.
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Post by Trent Frey on Sept 8, 2012 20:04:35 GMT -5
"I don't bother," Lyric said. It didn't take a hell of a lot to blend in if he wanted to, he just didn't want to. "I can make some of the pictures not move if you want," he offered. He wasn't as familiar with that process, but some pictures he wasn't interested in moving. If every photo on his bedroom walls moved, it would be impossible to relax.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 20:08:13 GMT -5
Rhys shook his head, "No, no, moving is fine. I'm getting used to it all." This was his world now, enough ties to his old one had been severed that it might as well have not existed. "I haven't sat for a portrait since I was...seventeen I think?" It would have been Christmas, or Easter. He wondered if those pictures were in the trunk sitting in the bedroom.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 20:09:42 GMT -5
"My parents used to have to put charms on me for me to hold still long enough for a picture. I'm running out of the frames in half of them," Matthew said. Somehow that didn't surprise most people that saw them. "The other half they requested not move." His mum had always said she would rather have an unmoving photo of him to one of an empty chair.
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Post by Trent Frey on Sept 8, 2012 20:16:34 GMT -5
Lyric didn't know how many pictures of him existed, outside the ones he'd taken. He'd done a shoot for Cauldron, but had never gotten into self-photography like so many beginners did. He'd rather shoot strangers and landscapes than have to spend hours in a darkroom looking at himself.
"Have any idea what you want?" he asked. "I can put you in front of a background and take headshots, follow you around for a few hours and get candids, whatever. Those turn out the best, they're more interesting, but some people want a clear picture of their face."
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Post by Rhys Moreau on Sept 8, 2012 20:25:06 GMT -5
Rhys deferred to Matthew for that answer. He knew only that his mum wanted pictures, past that he wans't sure what exactly she had in mind. He remained silent this time and focused on the pictures before him, though after a moment he gestured, toward the other album, silently asking if he could see it.
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