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n o c t e. · Aug 3rd 2015

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Alnair Rynlen - 32 years old - Male - 5'11 ft. - [abbr=Demi-Pansexual Panromantic; Father of Selene & Cirino Rynlen; Curator; Younger Brother of Kirtak Rynlen; Currently Single.]Hover for Other[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; height: 228px; padding: 10px; overflow: none][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 228px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #078446; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; text-transform: none]
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Alnair watched the male sitting in front of him with soft and careful eyes, his jade optics taking their time to absorb all the familiarities of the taller male. It simply amazed him that despite how time had passed and all the changes it could make to a person, it couldn’t change how he felt around his best friend or the memories shared between them.

Enneas still had the same beautiful blue eyes, the same brunette locks (which he admittedly envied from time to time), the same dazzling smile and melodic laughter even after all this time. Heck, Alnair was willing to bet that he even smelled the same; he knew he did. The chemicals in the paint then and the one he used were both exceedingly stubborn, no matter how many times he'd wash them. That, and of course the flowery scent of home caused by the bouquets he received from his mother, the scented candles he lit at night once the kids were asleep, and of course the products he used in the shower. Nonetheless, he knew for a fact that his best friend was no longer the one he knew in highschool, but a full-fledged man, and he was too.

The male was also finding more and more that the familiarity was a great comfort and a nice change compared to the sudden and new things he had to adapt to in the past years. A good example of this would probably be right after highschool when he entered a completely foreign lifestyle. College was nothing too bad excluding the money it required, but when it came to the woman he leaped into marriage blindly with, it was like his life had become a puzzle and he was the piece that couldn't fit.

On the bright side, he did see that having Taenia as a companion was beneficial. She was the one who pushed him to his limits, the one who pointed him in the right career path and gave him the big push toward it. She was one who aided him in obtaining the house he lived in now too, and also the one who had blessed him with two beautiful children. Perhaps all she did for him required a little mistreatment, but the artist was grateful in the end. He was in for a rude awakening within a handful of years later, however, when she had sat him down and handed him the papers with the word 'Divorce' at the top...

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Alnair wasted no time in shooting down the thoughts of his recent past. Instead, he chose to focus once again on the man in front of him and smiled softly. Maybe it was just him, but he was sure that Enne had somehow gotten closer. Whether he did or not, the shorter male didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, it only made him all the more happy since his friend reciprocated his own excitement and happiness.

"Moi aussi," He answered, a lighthearted chuckle following soon after as he began to adjust his sleeves so he'd be able to push them up to his elbows. However, at the mention of Cethin's nickname, Alnair paused to recall the older man. He had faint memories of Cethin, but he did know for a fact that he was certainly interesting. Perhaps a little timid, but a polite young man and a great brother either way. He was happy that the siblings kept in touch, and was definitely looking forward to possibly seeing the older male again.

Although, as Enneas's next words began to register, all of Alnair's thoughts came to a screeching halt. Maybe he meant his friends? He knew a couple of men who referred to their group of friends as 'the boys'. But then he realized that Enne wasn't exactly the type of person to refer to friends that way and, in all honesty, it was too much of an American term for either of them. And so, that gets one assumption out of the way, though that would only leave one other guess and would mean...

"Vous avez des enfants ?!" He exclaimed. The disbelief and excitement he felt was evident as a grin quickly sprouted across his face. Children! Enneas has children! And more than one, at that! If one had thought Alnair was happy before, then he was truly ecstatic now. Leaning forward as much as possible without leaving his chair, the young adult's voice increased slightly in volume as he enthusiastically said, [color=#009b4e]"Quels sont-ils aiment? Oh! Et leurs noms! Que sont-ils appelés, si vous ne vous dérange pas de me demander?!"

//Haha, ah yes, the joys of using Google Translate. At least we aren't alone though, non?! And alright, I get you! It's all good though hehe ^u^

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Mom · Aug 15th 2015

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^{Enneas would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy eye contact with his old companion. He had dearly missed Alnair, and would be more than willing to take him by his hand and kiss him, or the more timid nature of a doting embrace. And yet the nature remained he could still be with his wife. He couldn't help the slight clench of his fists, even though his fingers were interwoven tightly on the table.}

^{Had he been holding a weak, styrofoam cup, he might have crushed the thing in his hands. The broiling coffee would have been cooler than his fury. However, he had to hold onto the idea that she might have left, or more or likely better; croaked. The very thought of her golden waves made him want to positively scream.}

^{Deciding it was only toxic to indulge in these thoughts, and that he'd perhaps have someplace to physically vent later, he decided to stop thinking about it. Blinking quickly to diminish the thoughts, he would have forced on a smile, had he not noted the cogs turning in Alnair's head. He traced the patterns of slight age on his dear friend's features, it seemed he was no longer a teen. Which of course was logical, and blatantly obvious.}

^{Though his companion was anything but old, he could certainly tell his friend had matured, albeit, some. Alnair's ever-boyish looks and attitude had never ceased to charm, and with age Enneas only found himself more entranced with the attributes overall of the artist. Not only did he find himself endeared with his looks, but more so, his personality. Such an optimistic ray of sunshine- Enneas adored it.}

^{His focus was returned when Alnair spoke, and he gave an acknowledging smile and nod. To encourage him if he liked, but to drop it if not. The pause, and unsurpassing shock of the green-eyed male had him chuckling softly. "Oui, je fais." Enneas couldn't hide his proud beam, be dearly loved his boys, and was quite proud of them. "Trois beaux garçons. Triplets."}

^{Straightening his posture, and grinning widely, the blue-eyed male gave a soft blink. "Non, je ne me dérange pas du tout, Alnair. Antoine, Frédéric, et Marcel. Antoine ressemble le plus à sa mère, il a ses cheveux. Ils ont tous ses taches de rousseur." Enneas' gaze softened, and shifted away from Alnair. Faking mourning had become commonplace. "Elle est ... pas plus ici. Elle passait quand les garçons étaient très jeunes." There was a quiet pause.}

^{His lips tipped downwards, a slight scowl then marked his features. "Je ne pense pas qu'elle a subi." Returning his gaze to his friend, he weakly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck (though he was sure not to ruffle his hair). "Ça fait quelques années. Arianne est mort depuis un certain temps maintenant."}

^{The male recognized the conversation could (and had) take(n) a turn for the worse, and though he was worried he'd upset Alnair, he was more worried he'd receive pity from him. If there was one thing he loathed, it was pity, and he didn't want it from anyone. Especially not Alnair. The blue eyed man cleared his throat. "Marcel ressemble le plus à moi, mais il a les yeux de ma mère. Il est très têtu, si un peu critical, mais le plus social des trois. Il ne fait pas valoir autant que ses frères."}

^{Pausing to consider which child to talk about next, Enneas ever so slightly tensed his fingers, which were still interwoven. "Antoine est un peu court trempé, mais est globalement le plus ..." Dissatisfied with finding a proper word for the boy, he furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. "Doux? He était très émouvant comme un jeune enfant, très ... teary? Mais he il est toujours le premier à sourire, et aime la lecture."}

^{Enneas smiled a touch, blue eyes showing pride. Anyone with eyes could see he dearly cared for his sons. "Frédéric est committed, et il aime prendre son temps. He commence généralement des choses avec ses frères, et semble très déterminé à avoir raison. He est très bon with responsabilité." Enneas gave a pleased sort of laugh. "Et si vous le souhaitez, vous seriez plus que bienvenu pour les rencontrer un jour."}

^{Leaning back a touch to signal he was finished speaking, he blinked softly and quirked a brow. "Et votre famille, mon ami? Comment vont-ils?" The questions were obscure, Enneas was attempting to give Alnair speaking room. He'd certainly done enough himself, and was more than interested into how his friend was doing. For once in a long time, he didn't truly feel like he was to speak about himself, he wanted to know about his old friend.}

^{((wheezes your post got me thinking on like,,how the Valere's would smell?? I always just thought 'oh cologne' but I kind of failed to think on what kind?? And there are divisions and sub divisions and I just?? I've got research to do on this haha! You can ignore this if you like, I'll probably tell you my findings through kik!))}[/fancypost]

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Mom · Sep 7th 2015

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^{The attentiveness of Enneas' companion made him feel almost empowered in his speaking. Each phrase, though subtly uttered, held a rising shimmer of confidence behind it. He had nothing to hide in his words, and although he was more straight-to-the-point than his artisan friend, anyone could see the two's emotional levels were just about even.}

^{Had Enneas been paying any less attention, he might have flinched at the contact. Not out of fear, nor surprise, perhaps as habit in his little act. Though it was more likely it would be out of the general fact he felt his heart in his throat as soon as he came in brief contact with Alnair. It put him on an edge he'd forced out of his mind and conscience long ago.}

^{Now that he thought about it, he had no idea how he'd gone through his high school career without snapping; he saw himself on his knees, pleading for the adoration of the jade-eyed artist. He however, could not see Alnair's reaction, but assumed he would face the reared, ugly head of rejection. He couldn't deny his affections, but he was ever-unsure if they'd be returned.}

^{If Enneas could speak his thoughts, he'd thank Alnair for not displaying any signs of pity, nor heavy sympathy, consolation was the crystalline word that came to mind. A sense of 'I understand', not 'I feel' didn't cease to comfort Enneas. Had the blue-eyed male had no self restraint, he again would have uttered the phrase. He gave Alnair's hand a gentle squeeze in return before it left his shoulder.}

^{"I Je vous remercie pour votre compassion." Enneas spoke softly, dipping his head lightly; it was a very subtle notion similar to one a person would do whilst praying. A few brief seconds passed, and the male was thankful that the conversation had taken a better, lighter, turn. The corners of his lips tilted up a touch, and he gave a gentle chuckle. "Je suppose que vous aurez à voir pour vous-même, non?"}

^{Enneas tilted his head a touch, blinking slowly. "Je vis une façons en dehors de la ville. Vous seriez plus que bienvenus pour vous et votre famille apporter pour une visite." Allowing a more playful expression to mark his features, the blue-eyed male quirked a brow. "Soyez averti, cependant. Ils sont ... un peu concurrentiel quand il vient à les premières impressions."}

^{Nodding gently, he took in all that he could from his own friend's words. He wanted it as clear as possible he was listening to everything he had to say. Enneas noted Alnair's ever-so-slight hesitance when it came to his older brother. He quietly pondered over what on Earth that brother of his had gotten himself into; including with a child, and whatever he did for work. He could admit he hadn't ever talked to Kirtak much, but a part of him said that was probably for the better.}

^{It wasn't that he didn't like his brother, he supposed he was a fine person. He just assumed, from the tiny snippets he's heard from Alnair and his mother, that their personalities would clash. On the topic of Alnair's mother, he felt a touch of relief that he stayed in contact with her, even if she had gone back to the beautiful, stony hills of western France, and back to the quaint little village where she lived. Enneas vaguely remembered going there as a young boy with his family, he recalled that it was very nice.}

^{"Ah. Telle une belle ville pour une belle femme. Lorsque vous avez la chance, pourriez-vous lui dire que je dit bonjour." Giving a warm smile, the man seemed to perk, as if he recalled something particular. "Oh, et que je l'espère, elle va bien." He added shortly, giving a happy sort of blink. Enneas fondly recalled the woman Alnair called mother. She felt more like a mother to him than the woman who birthed him. That same woman was the one who would drink herself out cold, beforehand smashing glasses and plates- china of all sorts really, before drunkenly yelling obscenities at his father.}

^{Enneas found himself almost entranced with how his old friend spoke of his children. Such a passion was eminent in his words, his actions, even through his tone. 'Good father' were the two words that came to mind when he thought of Alnair and his twins. Twins, he thought; if he'd have spoken the word, he might be at a lack of air. What a coincidence, he had triplets, and his old friend had twins. Funny thing how fate worked in a such a manner.}

^{However, he noted that Alnair hadn't spoken a single word about his wife. Which was pleasing to him, though curiosity would get the better of him soon enough. He would ask later he supposed, he had an internal notion that said now probably wasn't the best time to poke and prod. However, the man put on a wide grin and blinked quickly. "Ce serait merveilleux."}

^{Enneas made a silent gesture for Alnair to wait in his place, even though he really didn't expect him to go anywhere. Rising from his seat, he gave a worrisome, apologetic smile. "S'il vous plaît, pourriez-vous me excuser un instant?" Strolling quickly to the side counter, he took a singular napkin, and visibly began shuffling through his pockets. He removed a wallet, a watch, and frowned a bit.}

^{Biting his lip gently, he looked almost thoughtfully to the right, at nothing in particular though, as he gave a disappointed huff. "Avez-vous arrive d'avoir un stylo je pourrais emprunter?" The question was gently sheepish, almost as if he was embarrassed he didn't have a writing utensil on him in that moment. Deciding to get to the point, Enneas smiled softly.}

^{"Je travaille à l'hôpital quelques pâtés de maisons. Je quitte le travail à cinq heures, et ramasse mes garçons à cinq heures trente." Enneas slipped back quickly into his seat, almost cheerfully interlocking his fingers together on the table. "Que diriez-vous autour de six? Pour les jours de semaine de toute façon." Another moment of pondering for the blue-eyed male.}

^{"Comment sont vos week-ends? Je suis généralement occupé au début des samedi et dimanche matin, mais rien midi passé est très bien pour moi." Hesitating a second, Enneas placed a hand on his forehead, and chuckled. "Je getting fait d'avance sur moi-même, non?" Smile changing to one more of a meek nature, he softly shook his head. "Je m'excuse. Il est juste que je ne vous ai pas vu depuis si longtemps ..."}

^{Last sentence trailing off, Enneas only shook his head at himself. "Il n'y à pas besoin d'excuses. Je voudrais passer du temps avec vous et votre famille. Qu'est-ce que les temps sont bons pour vous, mon bon ami?" Leaning forward intently, the male's blue eyes gleamed with a silenced excitement, though his gaze always betrayed his inner emotions. A smile still traced his features, and he blinked intently, awaiting the response of the other man.}

^{((I always do, I had an unusual amount of fun with this one?? No sweat!! I've been considering doing that with everything actually? Might save us some time.))}

^{[size=5pt]((Probably cigar smoke more less, father Valere was kind of not so bright, and inhaled cigar smoke (the equivalent of smoking 5 cigarettes when you inhale them) even though they're for taste, not inhaling. (Like at wine tastings. You spit it back out so you're not a bumbling drunk by the time the tasting is over. Mother Valere didn't know that probably.) So I'd say yeah, like smoke, but a pretty earthy and sweet smoke. Like sage, or obviously, tobacco. (My grandfather on my dad's side smokes cigars. They're definitely not near as gross as cigarettes are.) I kind of wanted oriental and earthy scents to be good on them, but they work best with my natural chemistry(in case you didn't know I'm totally into aromatherapy/smell-goods), so I feel kind of unoriginal about it. Enne'd probably have a sweeter natural musk I suppose? Not flowery or green-y, but like walking out in fall and smelling the walnut and leaves on the air. Ceth's would probably be more...deep citrus-y? Bergamot/Tangerine and cinnamon, clove and musk for the heart layer. etc. You don't have to reply to this if you like, it was just kind of an unnecessary characterization stepping stone I suppose?))[/size]}[/fancypost]

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n o c t e. · Oct 30th 2015

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The jade colored eyes that belonged to the younger male remained on the blue irises of his friend. Once again, memories of them as teenagers in highschool came rushing back one at a time. Alnair had recalled doing this action of comfort quite a bit; one hand or both placed upon the broad shoulders of the elder male and gently squeezing, if not placed on his back and rubbing in slow, small circles as he embraced him. Had it really been that long since then? It seemed as if it were only yesterday the two of them were roaming the parks or relaxing within his bedroom and mindlessly chatting about anything that came to mind.

Alnair nearly burst into laughter and crossed the table to bring Enneas in for another hug at those thoughts, but somehow managed to swallow his need. He yearned to hold him and be held by him again, just as they did when they were younger. But, alas, they weren't young anymore, nor was this the place or time for a long embrace. This didn't mean he wasn't going to hug his friend sooner or later, though. Perhaps if he were lucky he could get one in when he and his much taller companion traveled back to where their cars were parked.

With the faintest line of a sympathetic smile tracing his lips, the male retracted his hand and settled himself back into his chair. "Of course, mon ami." He couldn't help but return his friends chuckle as he replied, nodding his agreement. "Certainly! I'd be more than happy to be able to." Pausing, he couldn't help the light chuckle that escaped from his lips. "Ah, is that so? I'll be sure to keep it in mind! I suppose it's only fair that I warn you as well. My children… they tend to ask a hurricane of questions, so be prepared!"

As he had talked, Alnair had noticed how intently his friend had listened to him. Grateful had to be how he felt there in that moment other than the immense love for his children. Not many people would listen to him as close as Enneas had. He had forgotten over the years just how much he did, but now that he thought about it he couldn't recall a time where someone would be as involved as his friend was. Soon enough, an appreciative smile grew across his features as he finished his explanations and he focused fully on the man in front of him.

The younger male found himself chucking lightly at the comments made toward his mother, an emotional warmth spreading throughout his chest as he listened and replied. "Mhm, indeed it is! Mother would be happy to hear that. And I'll be sure to do so! She'll be pleased to know you're doing well," He answered, raising a hand to brush a stray curl out of his eyes. "Ah, she is! Her and her garden; they're inseparable. I am certain she's enjoying herself."

Alnair nodded in agreement to Enne's words, clearly approving of his acceptance toward meeting his own children. However, his brows raised in slight question and his expression showed one of curiosity as he watched his old friend rise from his seat. What could he be doing, the younger male wondered. "Ah, yes, of course! He replied, offering a small smile as he observed the male. Perking at his friend's question, the brunette pondered with his brows slightly furrowed. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Let me see here, I just might have one."

Lifting the satchel that was once placed against the leg of his chair up onto his lap, he shifted through the bag in search of the writing utensil. Finally, his eyes had landed upon what was requested of him and he brightened as he went to retrieve the item, handing it up to Enneas with a, "Here you go!" before setting the bag back onto the floor. His eyes followed the brunette male as he seated himself in his seat, taking in his words as he spoke and turning to face him once more.

"Oh? You are a doctor?!" His voice raising with surprise and slight excitement, Alnair's smile soon growing into an impressed grin. However, he quickly snapped back into his reality and replied to Enneas' question. "Six sounds good to me, mon ami. I get off around five as well and will usually be picking up the kids if I don't have things to attend to."

"On the weekends the museum tends to be more packed with people, so I can get quite busy as well. Although, if I remember correctly, I don't seem to have any meetings planned for this Saturday." Tilting his head ever so slightly, Alnair waited quietly for his answer.

The male chuckled and quickly shook his head, once again brushing back another curl. "No, not at all! You're fine, mon ami. I'd rather plan ahead than not!" At his friend's next words, Alnair couldn't help but falter quite a bit as a small pang hit him square in the chest. He should've kept in touch, he knew… Unfortunately, that wasn't something he could take back. What was already couldn't be changed, but that didn't mean he couldn't make the most of the present! "Yes, I know. It has been quite a while, huh? I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. I wish I could've…"

Sighing slightly, the brunette drifted off and frowned a little, but with a quick shake of his head he managed to temporarily rid himself of his regret. "I agree! I would love to be able to meet yours as well. How about Saturday? Perhaps around six or seven?" Alnair offered, his voice hopeful as he returned the enthusiasm of his friend and awaited his response.

((Ah, same here, haha! I can tell ^u^ Mm, ditto the that as well. Not to mention the frustration as well ;u; ))

[size=5pt]((Ahh, okay, I see! Da.mn, father Valere was hardcore haha! (Oh? That's interesting 0.0 I didn't know that. Huh.) Mm, okay, I got you. Cigars are strong as heck, even more so than cigarattes when it comes to smell in my opinion. But cigs stick to clothing more I think. My dad used to smoke them himself so y'know. ;u; Oh my! Wow!! I love those smells hehe ^u^ You go, Valere bro's. ADDSN approves! Bonfires/burning leaves is my all-time favorite smell off of the top of my head though, beside vanilla-cinnamon and those two smells that you just described for the babes! Oh, no, I don't mind! I thought I'd try to break down Kirt's smell as well, so y'know!

Speaking of Kirt's smell though, I think it'd kind of vary?? If it were any time during the night before his job he'd probably put on a thick, sorta spicy cologne…? I'm not entirely sure how to describe it and in all honesty there is a chance this will change, but during the nights before work, cologne would be a certainty along with aftershave on occasion. After that he'd obviously be sweaty and oily and yeah you get the picture!! But during the day and/or the nights he isn't working, I've been thinking about three different options and since you have much better judgment than me, I was wondering if you'd help me?? I'm sorry to be a nuisance but I'm having a little trouble. ;u; It's okay if not though!!

However, if so, then here's what I'm thinking. For the first, perhaps a soft, kind of carmel vanilla scent, but it'd only be detectable if one were to get close enough to him and sniff. Though I know it clashes with his confident, sultry, 'loud' and reckless exterior, I think it shows his fragile, gentle and unsure interior for those who look close enough. And besides, as he'd word it, just because he is what he is doesn't mean he has to smell like them and have a poor hygiene. Well, most of the time anyways. Otherwise, the only other ones I can think of are cranberries or something similar to the first wine I had (which I found out is called Manishcewitz Concord Grape or something and it actually only has a low amount of alcohol…? Guess that means I'm a hard core lightweight then ahaha :,) ), but I can't exactly think as to why. For the Caramel-Vanilla thing, I know there's the possibility of him knowing quite a few good recipes and a general sense of cooking, if not more, since he lived with his mum for a quite a bit hheh))[/size]

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Mom · Nov 24th 2015

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The male would be lying if he said he didn't get caught up in those captivating jade irises that focused so very intently on his own. Alnair was such a good friend. No. Alnair is a good friend. Enneas matched the soft smile his old friend had granted him, and wanted to take his hand again. He moved his intertwined fingers a tad, as if to mentally mimic his internal intentions. He kept his interests at heart silent.

"A hurricane? My, my, I'll have to keep that in mind when I visit." The soft grin the man once beheld had melded softly into an amused smirk. At Alnair's reaction, Enneas unclasped his hands to lean in on his palm. He dearly missed Alny's mother, but was glad she was contented still in her gardening. He had recalled vaguely that she had an affinity for things of the floral and botanical nature.

Enneas gratefully took the pen, and gave a cheerful half grin. The taller man felt compelled to sweep his companion in his arms and embrace him, but decided he had just missed him, and was overreacting over the minuscule favor. Enneas tapped his foot lightly, immediately going to work, and bit gently into his thumb as he scribbled some details down in a thick, though not large-lettered, cursive script. It included a home address and number, home description and cell phone number, the hospital address and number, and the department and which times he worked.

Looking up when he finished, Enneas clicked the pen softly, and slipped the napkin and writing utensil back to his companion, signaling he was finished in his work. "Merci." He chided softly, a grateful sort of smile marking it's place upon his features. The man traced his eyes gently over his companion, absentminded. He found his thoughts coming back to ensnare him, and not in a pleasant way he was afraid.

Alnair's question had stopped him short, before he could clearly think on why he had suddenly felt so attached to the tragedies of the past. Enneas allowed a meek smile, and glanced away softly, but only for a few seconds. The taller male's voice seemed to have lost the confidence it beheld only minutes before, as he remembered the reason why he'd chosen such a career. Enneas had no intentions of being a doctor, nor dealing with the sick and pitiful on a daily basis; but that was the very longest and most operose route that could be taken. He needed Alnair off of his mind.

"I am." Enneas replied simply, deciding to be as vague as usual. No matter how dismissive and brief his conversations were, one who knew Enneas would know he had nothing to hide upon such a topic, but was rather very straight to the point. "I work in cardiology." Deciding that his friend was more than intelligent enough to understand the specification of the profession, he quieted himself there. "I do surgeries, but I usually see my patients for quite a time beforehand." Deciding to not to step into the range of vanity, the male silenced himself for a final time on such a topic, and clasped his hands together yet again.

Enneas let a pleased grin cross his features, and proceeded to shift slightly in his seat. Not out of boredom of course, in a silent surge he felt positively ready to make his way there with his boys to meet Alnair's family and just to pickup where they had left off. "Excellent. I know for a fact my schedule is clear after Saturday morning." Enneas hesitated briefly, and thought ahead. "Unless you have any other plans on Saturdays of course." Blue eyes shining bright, Enneas almost found himself with no air whatsoever; he smiled sheepishly.

Stiffening ever so tightly, Enneas found his former joy slipping through his fingers and out of his mind. His heart ached. "Ah," Was all he could utter out, and he suddenly wished he had a drink so he could busy his hands and his mouth. Swallowing a frown and a questioning response, Enneas half-smiled and only nodded. Although, he really didn't, and didn't have the heart to tell Alnair how much he'd truly missed him. This was a topic he very highly wanted to not hear of, and presumed awkwardness would swallow up their words and just leave them in a more tolerable silence.

Enneas felt the crippling weight of heartbreak fade, and his excitement piqued. "Absolutely." A spark seemed to go off in the man, and he let a smile on. "How would you feel about staying for dinner? Since it would be so late, it could be the least my family and I could do." There was a slight pause for thought, and Enneas chuckled. "Unless of course you had planned for my family and I to come to your home first." Raising his hands in an open manner, the blue-eyed man lightly cocked his head and grinned. "We have all the time in the world, mon ami, the decision is in your hands."

((In case you haven't noticed I've been a lazy bones and just been using English in both threads haha. This saves a lot of time, and leaves me less frustrated with how positively sh.itty google translate is.))

[size=4pt]((Pfft, it was probably more a flaunty sort of thing. He was a real showboat, negative show or otherwise. I went through a phase where I just did a whole buncha' research for Ceth because I really liked the idea of him smoking (though I know the smell of smoke would remind him of his father, so he's probably get electronic cigarettes, which are actually just as bad, but leave no smell on clothes, furniture, etc. Good for use as cigars, not so much actually inhaling. Oh yeah, my mom, all grandparents, all aunts, uncles, half cousins, EVERYONE in my family does. Well did, my mom and grandparents quit as soon as my brother and I came into the picture. Secondhand smoke is just as rough as actually smoking since you're still inhaling the smoke. Not to mention it can alter brain and organ development in especially young children. (3 and below) It's risky, and a bad, bad habit I promised not to get into. Hehe, thank you. I felt something spicy and oriental would be too much even for the Valeres, and if they did have anything like it, it would be in the winter, and worn lightly. (Wear warm scents in the winter and cool ones in the summer, studies show it makes you more attractive/smell better to other people, and is not as overpowering as cold weather on cold smells or warm weather on warm smells.) So I though on the crisp, oriental-y strong but soft kind of smells. I do like vanilla cinnamon too, but the scents my parents wore when I was very young make me happier than any vanilla or coconut or cocoa butter or all of the listed!! Chopard's Casmir, AVON's Karmala, and AVEDA's Amazonia are smells that leave me very relaxed and happy. I hope to adopt those scents to be mine as I grow into adulthood! Everybody already says I look just like my momma, (which I hope is true and not just drunken relative ramblings because she was gorgeous in high school wheezes hopefully) so I see nothing wrong with taking on her smell and aesthetics. (Late 90's, early 00's fashion is so!! <3 Not to mention momma got to go to lots of galas and just live well when dad make actual money) Ooh!!!! Yes, sounds good!!

Black pepper, honey, cinnamon, cannabis, redwood/cedar, vetyver, and leather are actually very common in the more 'spicy/thick' colognes I think you're describing? Cethin strays on the light end of that spectrum with nutmeg and clove. (And as a separate side note, cologne is not strictly masculine, it actually depends on the saturation of the scent in the formula. Perfume is light and cologne is heavy, which is why it is often (and unfairly) gendered.) Oh!! Yes of course, it's not nuisance/bother at all, I'd love to!!!!!

Lucky for you, both perfumes and colognes usually have layers!!! You could combine all of these actually, have it start with some very light white pepper (Which is actually very soft and nice, it's gentle and romantic. I like it a lot) with cranberries (?) which could just gently ease over time into caramel vanilla and, could just have a really nice, fresh, springy floral/fruity scent I feel would be pretty well suited if you wanted a combo. (Any perfume with berries or fruits is almost always categorized as floral in men's wear (because 'fruity' isn't considered that masculine, but apparently floral is okay) even if there are no prominent flowery scents) If not a combination, cocoa, sandalwood, soft amber, white musk, tonka bean, and ylang ylang all go very well with all the scents you listed and are generally soft and that easygoing kind of fresh you seemed to have going for dear Kirt!! Experimenting with them in pretty fun too, even imagining is satisfactory. I might think up some more later, but for right now this summarizes it pretty well to my (overblown) knowledge. I don't know a lot I just do a lot of research. :'-) And this looks like a lot but it's not I'm just feeling chatty.

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n o c t e. · Apr 17th 2016

//Heyo! Just a heads up that I had to repost this because the thread kept locking! I apologize (,:

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Curious jade irises followed the older man as he took the pen into his grasp and seated himself once more in the chaise across from Alnair, the beginnings of a piqued curiosity blooming across his features as he did so. Regardless, it wasn't particularly difficult to figure out what his friend was doing, and from this an idea soon formed. During the duration of time that Enne was busy the artist lifted the satchel onto his lap for the second time. It didn't take him all that long to fish for the one of many business cards he kept on hand and, with a satisfied grin, he placed the bag back against the chair leg as he patiently waited for his companion to complete his task.

In the meantime, Alnair allowed himself to further absorb the surroundings of him and his companion. Despite his temporary silence the continuous bustle of the people around him soon washed over his senses, making him realize just how deaf he had become to the area surrounding him when he was in Enneas' presence. The buzz of different conversations, the clinking of cups, the sounds of machines at work; it all could be described as a symphony in itself, and he found it to be soothing. But, even so, his gaze soon fell upon the man sitting opposed to him, and a soft smile soon grew as he watched his closest friend work.

Alnair raised his eyes to meet the cerulean irises of his friend at the click of his pen, choosing to take this as a sign that he was finished. "De rien!" Replied the younger male, a smile growing to mirror the one upon Enne's face. With a tentative hand, the painter looked over the napkin before leaning down to place the paper somewhere safe. "Merci, Enne."

Alnair wasted no time in doing the same as his friend after the pen was within his grasp, choosing to flip the card so he could write his work times, home number and personal cell number down, including his address and home description on the back. As for his job address and number, Enneas could always find that on the front. Pausing, he pondered over writing his brother's phone number down in case of an emergency and frowned a little at the thought. As much as he didn't wish for his friend to get mixed up with his brother, he knew that if something were to happen to him or the twins and Enneas wasn't able to get a hold of him, he may need to contact his sibling. And so, reluctant as he was, Alnair added the number of his elder brother with an 'in case of an emergency' alongside his name in neat, smooth and purposely small cursive.

Sliding the card over and clicking the pen just as Enneas had, Alnair gave a brief grin before he ducked down for his satchel and slid his pen inside. However, as he resurfaced from underneath the table, he couldn't help but notice the demeanor of his companion. He furrowed his brows ever so slightly and gave a soft, concerned frown as he awaited an answer. A part of him wished to speak up and ask what was bothering his dear friend; perhaps even bring him in for a comforting hug at the very least. But, as tempting as the thought was, he held himself back and remained silent.

Once Alnair was given the confirmation that Enne worked as a doctor, he found himself relaxing and managing an intrigued smile. "Is that so? How do you like it?" Alnair replied, quietly urging his friend to emphasize if he wished. Though he tried his best to disguise it the male quietly wondered as to why his friend would choose to indulge in that area out of all the ones he could have specialized in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. The heart in itself was rather interesting, Alnair had to admit, but a part of him wondered if Enne had ever wished to participate in other things such as writing novels, seeing as he was-- no, is quite an amazing writer.

"That sounds wonderful! Saturday it is, then!" Chuckling, the curator grinned and took in the words of his friend. "I don't believe I do, mon ami," he reassured, a smile soon matching the sheepish expression Enneas had as he tried to extinguish his swelling internal enthusiam. In spite of his best attempts to tame his excitement, an anticipation was rapidly building within him at the thought of meeting the offspring of his companion and him meeting his own.

However, in the blink of an eye, the lightheartedness that danced around them as if they were the only two people in the room seemed to shatter like glass. Grin gradually fading, the swollen feeling of guilt seemed to find a way to worm itself into his chest. What was he thinking? He shouldn't have brought up that subject. Frowning, Alnair held his tongue and instead gave his friend an apologetic smile. He should have known better, bringing it up like this. Briefly breaking eyecontact, jade irises soon found themselves gravitating toward his hands, deciding then and there that he would make it up to his friend as much as he possibly could.

Perking at the chance to change the subject, Alnair raised his eyes to meet Enne's unwavering gaze. A bubbling feeling of joy had soon sprouted throughout the younger male as he listened, helpless to fight the light laughter that followed. "Merci, Enne, but I'm afraid that I must insist on hosting dinner at my home. After all, it is the least that I could do." Pausing, he donned a warm smile and took on a teasing tone. "If that is okay with you, of course, Dr. Valere."

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((Ah, I see then! Mm, I suspected no less from such an audacious man! I wonder, do you think that that has gotten him into heated predicaments or non? Reasonably so! I do believe that I have done the same, though I can't say that it was more so for voices and faces rather than scents! I still haven't found any voices except for Alny's speaking vc and a potential change of Selene's singing vc (whom of which has possibly one of the most angelic voices I have ever heard. She's really pleasant to close your eyes and listen to as well, and tbh it doesn't help that I always imagine the triplets/Valere's playing their instruments in her songs too. Her name is Hayley Westenra and she is honestly just a wonderful peach all together! I was originally going to bring this up in the PM but seeing as my self control has officially been obliterated, here's some of my personal favorite songs she has sung x x x.) though. I cry (,: Ditto to that! Picturing Ceth smoking isn't all too difficult and honestly I wouldn't blame him if he did, especially with all he's gone through. Oh! Well, I'm relieved to know that they quit for you guys. It's no easy task to stop an addiction, especially drug and smoking addictions. I'm very proud of your mom and grandparents (: Heh, yes, I know. I've pretty much come to terms that I'm screwed there, seeing as I inhale smoke quite a lot. Sometimes I think I'm at a loss for breath or that my lungs/breathing are/is strained, but then again that could just be me thinking about it too much /: Good, I'm glad! You are welcome, mon amie uwu Though I'm not too acquainted with colognes (probably bc I don't live with any men atm and when I lived with Elly he didn't wear any?? But then again I will say that my dad's used to be heavy af and a bit overwhelming to the point that you either wanted to choke when standing next to him or could smell it all throughout the house so idk!), I can say that I most certainly agree! (Ah, okay! Definitely noted, merci! I intend to rid myself of the scent of smoke as soon as I can, but I can tell that that won't happen till I'm 16/living w/ my mother again ahah) Is that so? Same here! I can't say that I share the same favoritism/comfort of those scents, but I am familiar with the feeling. I'm sure you will, if you so wish! Well, if more than one person claims it to be true then I would believe it to be! I am certain that you are dazzling all on your own though, fam c: (Oooh, that sounds like a lot of fun! I'm glad that she enjoyed herself.) Fantastic!

Ah, okay! I see! I've read up on the scents that I'm not too familiar with and I have to say that I kind of like vetyver for Kirt? I can't really explain it, but a part of me feels that a 'deep, woody, earthy, smoky and sweet' (as my research words it) scent would fit him quite a bit. But, then again, I've been wrong before! (Indeed! Couldn't have said it better myself, mon amie.) Thank you ;u;

!! Oh, is that so?! Nifty! That... sounds like a very great and accurate description, if I do say so myself! I feel a little gravitated to a combination, and I'm sort of liking an earthy scent within the mix (as you already know from the paragraph previous to this one!). Do you think that vetyver would do well to replace one/be added or not? It's completely fine if not! I'm afraid my knowledge on this subject is fairly limited, so you'll have to bear with me ahah c,: I apologize. Indeed! Alrighty, sounds good to me! Ah, but research is how you obtain intelligence of a subject, cologne/perfume included! I'd say that you certainly do know a lot; certainly more than me, that's for sure. That's all a-okay, I enjoy it quite a bit and I am certainly appreciative of the aid you have provided me with! Thank you, mon amie.[/size]
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n o c t e. · Dec 12th 2016

Hey there, Lils! Uhm... I just wanted to pop in on here real quick and tell you that I realize you have a lot on your plate and are probably dealing w/ a lot, so I won't waste your time, but I remember you telling me that the human au wasn't all too muse invoking, so! I thought, what if I just... wrote up a whole new response? Like, I could fast forward to when Enne and Alny are approaching their cars (bc I'll be d.amned if ennair hugs will be skipped), and then right after that introduce the next plot (aka the dinner where the kiddos meet)?? Cause I mean I have a little rp writing muse accumulating, and I know you have a lack of it, so I figured it'd be a win-win? Idk, maybe I'm being dumb, but if you're up for it I am too (: However, if not, that's okay too, I'm not trying to rush you. Just a bit excited, I suppose?

Regardless, I hope you have a splendid night/day and everything is going well. I'll chat w/ you soon uwu

(P.S. I'm sorry I didn't send this via PM. I would've, but I don't entirely trust it seeing as some messages don't seem to be getting sent on your end, and possibly mine as well c': My apologies, fam.)

Mom · Apr 9th 2017

(I'll send an email later, and feel free to let them go their cars whenever you please! I'm totally on board, I mean.)

With a grand smile on his face, Enneas, as always, found his gaze locked on his friend's. He loved those big, green eyes of his. He was the most divine thing he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, and here he was again, little more than a foot away from him! Enneas' heart pounded so hard he nearly found it impossible to articulate. In his head, Enneas retorted with, "I pray you grant mercy to still my heart." The man knew he was in much too deep to try and swallow back any feelings, and his heart was near to burst at the seams; or arteries, for sake of correctness, "I'll keep alert then, and ensure they don't run me too rampant."

Enneas carried about his work, careful to not be too intent on staring his friend down. He did however, unashamedly allow his gaze to flicker up every now and then. He felt as if whatever the time provided was simply wasn't enough for the two of them. The man felt grateful to have a friend like Alnair, he just wished he could have found him sooner. Enneas wished he could've touched Alnair's hand when he had slipped him the inked napkin.

"'In case of emergency'?" Pondered Enneas aloud, his unusually radiant smile melding into that of a concerned line. "Does something worry you, mon ami?" Enneas squinted a tad, and cautiously added in question, "Would this happen to be your wife?" The last two words of the phrase were like curdled milk on Enneas' tongue, and he felt the compulsive (and rather rude) urge to spit. In order to lighten the own sickness his felt in his gut, he forced a smile back on, "I might add, however, your handwriting is still as neat as it used to be."

"How do I like it?" Enneas mirrored the question, pausing for a bit, "Work is work, non?" Chuckling slightly, he sighed, "I haven't really gotten close to anyone since high school, or, well, I suppose since my wife passed. I've been here a few years; just long enough for my boys to attend school, I just haven't become too terribly social." Enneas smiled a bit, "And that is what makes work fun after all." The man used his palm to tame an invisible stray strand of hair on his head, "I don't usually work full days, though I do work weekends." Enneas flashed a playful grin, "The pay, benefits, and vacation time are certainly comfortable." With a shrug, an almost hazy chuckle was provided, "Enough about my boring, hospital job. Let me hear about yours, Alnair."

Enneas nearly lept from his chair in that very moment, but instead gave a bright smile. His cheeks hurt from the excess, and he wondered if he would have to grow a resistance to the slight strain when he was around Alnair- he then decided that was precisely what he was going to have to do. Enneas contained his excitement with clasping his hands even tighter. He simply wanted to grab a fist-full of Alnair's shirt and kiss him with such a passion he would've not been able to speak for a few moments afterward.

Enneas simply looked over the silence they had momentarily shared, and instead daringly held out a hand for Alnair to grasp. He found his face, neck, and ears growing increasingly warm at the tone his friend had provided, and the usage of his title did not cease the man's flush. "If you insist, but know I'll get my way next time." Enneas matched his tone to his friend's playful one, but found it coming off a bit more brooding than he had intended, "And I always get my way, Mr. Rynlen."

n o c t e. · Apr 12th 2017

(Alright then! Sounds good c; )

Alnair’s eyes shone with an all too welcome mirth as he followed the movements of his friend. Only when he raised his gaze up higher did he catch the occasional glance that his companion sent his way. Flashing one of his own sheepish grins, he couldn’t help but embrace the warmth that followed soon after and crawled across his skin. With his heart aching at the familiarity of it all, he could have very well laughed at how much this reminded him of how things used to be. It seemed as if it was just yesterday they were sitting in highschool doing the exact same thing.

However, as Enne’s next words left his lips, everything suddenly froze – Alnair included. The floor fell out from underneath him as tensed in his seat, eyes momentarily trailing downwards as he crossed his arms. With his hands traveling to his upper arms, he desperately tried to swallow the lump in his throat and offer his friend a weak smile. There was a moment of silence before he answered, “N-no, it’s not… Taenia.” Alnair paused, more so to briefly gather his thoughts than anything else. Should he tell him? He didn’t see why not – after all, it was Enneas, of all people. But there was something holding him back. Something screaming at him to change the subject and do anything he could to not say it aloud. And yet, he had no sooner let out an airy chuckle before he added, “She’s, um… not exactly my wife anymore. Taenia left after we were divorced. I’m not sure where she is now.”

As soon as the words left his tongue, Alnair gradually felt the knot in his chest untie. Truth be told, he was worried what his friend’s reaction would be, but as he sat in that chair he found it easier and easier to manage a soft smile. With a gentle clearing of his throat, the brunette allowed a little chortle as he subconsciously rubbed the nape of his neck and commented, “That’s my brother’s number, actually. I just thought that in case something happened, he’d probably be the one to call. For emergencies.” Brightening at his friend’s compliment, he soon found himself with a more genuine smile. “Thank you! I could very well say the same to you,” he replied, playfully using the side of his foot to give his friend’s leg a gentle nudge under the table. Perhaps he could relieve the air around them through the action; he didn’t exactly have to go far, seeing as his companion sported some rather long legs.

Furrowing his brows in worry, Alnair attentively listened to the man sitting across from him. He knew life as a doctor was very competitive, but he still felt concerned. Everyone needed a person to talk to, especially after the death of a spouse. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what she was like, and if the two of them were truly happy with one another. Based off his previous reaction, he knew Enneas must have loved her very much. But to not be close to anyone after her passing? The thought alone made the smaller man want to stand and bring his friend into a tight embrace. Instead, he swore to himself that he would be exact person Enneas needed, if he so wished.

He mirrored the grin of his companion at the mention of his job benefits. Perhaps he didn’t have anyone, but at least he had some perks and more time to spend with his boys. Though, Alnair was almost caught off guard at Enneas’s question. “Mine? Ah… It’s okay, I suppose. I have a normal nine to five schedule most days, though sometimes I do have to work overtime in the run-up to an exhibit. The pay is quite nice, and I get to meet a lot of interesting people. I must say that it’s always gratifying to see them happy with the exhibits.” He sighed before he continued, “Every so often, I have to travel long distances to buy or negotiate for artwork, though. I love seeing new places, but it’s very difficult to enjoy when I can’t take the kids with me. Most of the time I end up feeling guilty and trying to get home as fast as I can, but then again I suppose that’s what makes it so easy to persuade the artists.” Chuckling to himself, he adorned a fond smile as he thought of his two children, more than likely driving his dear brother up the walls this very moment.

God, that smile. Alnair could have never forgotten it if he tried, though the familiar rush that followed nearly knocked the wind out of him. Shaking his head ever so slightly, Alnair chortled as he watched his closest friend. He liked seeing him excited, and of course knowing that he was feeling it just as intensely didn’t help. Perhaps it was because of this excitement that he was so elated, but before he knew it, Alnair thought to himself, ‘I wonder what that smile of yours tastes like.’

Wait, what?

That was… odd. Doing his best to hide the internal confusion, he quickly dismissed the thought as fast as he could. He was just happy to see his friend after a long time is all! It was probably the excitement speaking for him. Right?

Bright, lively green eyes darted down to the hand that Enneas offered before bringing themselves back to his ever-so-blue gaze. Alnair gave a brief and amused laugh as he slipped his hand into the grasp of his friend’s, quirking a brow as he then replied, “But of course.” He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly before continuing with a subconsciously impish half-grin. “I wouldn’t have it any differently.”

Breaking the eye contact between them to momentarily glance at his watch, he soon took on an expression of surprise and returned Enne’s gaze with a sheepish grin. “I’m afraid we’ve lost track of time, mon ami.” Without bothering to slip his hand out his companion’s, he leaned down and brought the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Standing from the table, Enne’s hand still in his, he pushed in the chair and stepped closer before opening his mouth to speak. But, before he could say anything, his attention went downwards as he noticed the touch between them, and he quickly slid his grasp away. Smiling apologetically, embarrassment was quick to develop across his features as heat spread to his face, neck and ears. “Désolé, Enne,” he said, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear and laughing nervously. It wasn’t long before he cleared his throat and gestured to the door, attempting to draw attention away from his brief flush. “Shall we?”