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 Giving birth to a dancing star, Treize, Bene, Renly, Eli
 Posted: Nov 29 2017, 07:03 PM
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Refugee Camps
A starving artist who is desperate for attention and for his talents to be seen in the world, to earn a better life and a brighter future.
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Ben Whishaw

Painting is poetry that is seen
As per usual, Eli had grown frustrated and annoyed, having painted most every surface of his house (and was working his way across the ceiling), he had gotten to the point when he realised, currently, none of his work was going to go anywhere. The only people who had ever come and gone from his little house was he and Treize. Whether intentionally or not, it had become their own little secret space, hidden away from the world. It was all well and good, but the whole point of his art was for it to be seen. (And paid for, but that wasn't exactly the artistic spirit.)

So, after several temper tantrums, several other hours laying in bed entwined with Treize, and several more hours painting a variety of canvases, Eli d marched to the Samavian Art Gallery - something sponsored by the Samavian Academy of Art. Half the stuff in there (more than half, really) Eli didn't think much of. Turning his nose up at all manner of portraits, landscapes, seascapes and abstract designs. "Shit. Shit. Crap. Doubly Shit. Shit-on-crap..." he commented, loudly and unashamedly as they made their way down the halls. "Who picks these things for display? Are they blind?!"

Eli wove his fingers between Treize's own and quickly burrowed his face into the man's neck, nipping at the skin there briefly. "We're going to find the curator." He tilted his head up, letting his nose run up Treize's neck to settle just beneath his ear, "Then shove some real art down his throat and make him put it up on the shitty walls so everyone can see." He offered a grin, and quickly bit at Treize's ear just for good measure, before hugging the canvas with one arm close to himself and promptly striding through the gallery.


Bene was admiring the work in one of the grand halls. A wide, square room with the ceiling made entirely of glass. In the winter, the white sky illuminated the room with almost an ethereal, ghostly glow, and as the snow fell and the dark came upon, a series of new-fangled electric lights in the form of chandeliers kept the gallery open for longer, casting new visions and new scenes upon the artwork in a completely different light. Paintings filled the room, placed in positions of significant gravitas, or beautiful simplicity. Each chosen for their specific dramatic effect.

Today it was a cold day, and even a roaring fireplace at the far end of the room did little to warm the wide halls with marble floors. Visitors and art enthusiasts wandered about in thick coats and fur hats, pausing to admire one painting, followed by another. Bene, who had felt he had rather neglected the gallery of recent months, was in attendance in a thick black beaver-fur lined coat and a shiny new cane glinting in the cold light. He strode towards the grand hall, proudly, always keen and content to see what new works the gallery had to offer. Beautiful things that he could never have dreamed or imagined, finding an exquisite beauty in every single piece that the gallery had to offer.

In tow was Renly, whom, as far as Bene was concerned, looked just as stunning as always. Golden hair glinting in the Winter light in such a way that he could very well have stepped forth from one of those romantic paintings without a cursory glance. If he could, Bene would have gladly have had a painting of the handsome boy made, but he knew all too well he would not be kind enough to let the world see it hung up in the gallery. He would much rather be selfish and keep it for himself, to look at and admire in the hours and days when he was not within Renly's company. "I think I have a new idea for an opera" he commented, lightly, dark eyes admiring the paintings, only to slip towards Renly with a tender smile and a shimmer that was not there before. "A painting come to life, and the artist falls in love with his work?"

 Posted: Jan 23 2018, 11:12 AM
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The Siren, a growing influential bard trying to move out of the Samavian refugee camp.
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Freddie Fox

Eli was a strange creature when he broke his habits. Treize was still getting to know the little artists but he seemed his most dangerous when he got an idea in his head. Treize did love the version of Eli that was languid and anti-social. Yet the version of him that was adamant about doing something stupid and embarrassing was just was fascinating to watch. Of course, Treize did not mention that he thought Eli's plan to present his art to the art snobs was a stupid idea. Looking at the art on the walls of the gallery it was clear Eli's style was not in demand.

It did not really matter that Eli was talented. These kinds of people only promoted each other. He was sure Elie knew this, deep down, but still wanted to cause a scene. He hoped whoever was unlucky enough to meet with Eli here today would not be too unkind to him. Eli would be all puffed up and lethal here but as soon as they got thrown out he would be upset. Treize, in all his spy jobs, had never actually been to an art gallery before. It was far nicer than he had expected it to be. Knowing the peace of the place would be disrupted soon was making him antsy and excited.

Similarly, Renly felt a bit out of place in the gallery. He'd worn a proper coat though his clothing inside it was rather tattered. This was not a place for bards, even slightly famous ones. It was a place for the higher class to canoodle and judge things. He very much enjoyed the time he got to spend with Bene, he looked forward to any moment with him really, but this was...a lot. It was becoming increasingly clear that he did not belong in the same circles as Bene. Soon enough, the genius would tire of him and they would not cross paths again.

Renly wanted to believe he could be mature enough to know that and also let himself enjoy the high life for a while longer. After all, this wasn't his first rodeo with the higher class. The problem was he actually liked Bene. He was strange and wonderful. Renly was sure he would miss him terribly when this was all over and done with. He listened to Bene's opera idea, frowning a bit as he tried to keep his coat on snugly so his tattered clothes would not show, "Marvelous idea but you'd have to find someone captivating for the role of the painting. Rather hard work these days to find someone the audience is entranced by."

He was not really paying much attention to the art on the walls or Bene. His mind was elsewhere, worrying about this and that. It was because of this he noticed the two oddly familiar forms making their way right towards him and Bene. Renly had never really gotten along well with Eli though he thought his lover Treize seemed a good sport. Eli was the one he knew best though. He was a laugh when the mood was right but usually he was tolerable because Eva was around to soften him. Eva was not around and Renly hoped agaisnt all hope that Eli would not notice him and would go away promptly.

 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 06:00 PM
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'The New Mozart'. A young, brilliant, genius composer who seeks to be remembered in the world. He has lived a sheltered life due to his hemophilia. Patron of the arts and artistic Benefactor. Founder of the Academy of Artistic Enterprise located in Samavia. Musical Composition Link: https://goo.gl/ieQ8zA
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Ezra Miller

Painting is poetry that is seen
Eli had been on edge since the moment they entered the art gallery. Or perhaps less on edge and more prepared to battle. As much as the small, weak little artist could look ready for battle. There was a certain spikiness in his being, and a sharpness to his gaze. Where ordinarily he would be languid and lazy, all his elbows and sharp corners loose, now they were sharp and directed, as if all his angles might be armour, ready to be used for defence and lash out in a wild frenzy of attack if the time came to it.

He had barely noticed Renly when he caught sight of the person he was looking for. All dark and handsome, pleasantly pacing through the galleries in expensive wool and silk finishings. Eli could rarely tell what his feelings were towards the Lord Wainwright. They were... complicated. He couldn't deny the young man's skills at music - you would have to be an idiot to do that - but to open up a school for artistry, irritated the little artist. Art was something that you just had. Raw, natural talent. It wasn't something that could be learned. And he doubted it could be nurtured in any kind of school environment.

It didn't help matters that as far as Eli was concerned it was full of an assortment of rich kids who only needed to put some shoddy, half-baked collection together to step out and call themselves artists. He gripped the canvas tighter and moved faster, an urgency to his pace now, to the point he almost left Treize entirely behind. "Wainwright!" he called out across the hall, earning several confused (and affronted) looks from those having been there to admire the artwork. Eli, of course, ignored them all, almost urged on by the scandal that he might be causing. "I have a painting. You should buy it."

Bene had noticed Renly's mind seemed to be elsewhere, and was about to comment on it, when a voice that carried across the marble hall caught his attention. Blinking, the Lord turned his attention briefly from the handsome blonde to a rather poor-show of a man striding up towards him with a firm ferocity in his gaze. Perplexed, and altogether curious, Bene raised an eyebrow and turned towards him, letting his cane tap briefly on the floor in front of himself, as if using it as a barrier to keep the man, at least one last step away.

He looked dubious and there was a frenetic energy about him. The way he spoke was coarse (though it was as if he might be trying to hide it), and he was all long thin lines and sharp corners. A sad appearance of a man, if Bene felt cruel enough to state it. But still, there was a certain charm in his boldness, despite it all, and as dark eyes lingered on the figure stood before him, Bene offered a pleasant enough smile, settling both hands atop the cane.

"Well, I don't go buying paintings until I see what they look like. And before even that I like to have an understanding of the artist. Their thoughts, their feelings, what they paint, what they paint for?" There were eyes on all of them now, though Bene was quite used to that. He continued to smile pleasantly, looking between the waif of a man and the other trailing behind - dark and handsome with a certain debonair quality to them, that Bene found himself quite bemused by. "At least tell me the name of you and your companion?"

 Posted: May 16 2018, 11:02 AM
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Roux Refugee Camp
Treize is a young shadow working as a spy for the vidrohan forces.
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Brendon Urie

Oh, this was very cute. Renly looked about ready to pass out with how pale he was. Treize wondered if he would have enough time to catch him if he did. The man with the cane would be no use and he had a feeling Eli would just let him fall. He stood by his man though, offering Renly only a sincere smile hoping he might take in a breath and keep himself upright by doing so. He extended a hand out to the cane man, "I'm Treize and this is my associate, Eli Strauss. IU can tell you he is a fine painter, top of the best, a real treat for the eyes. He was so enthused about meeting you he just had to shout to get your attention, sir."

Treize was lying through his teeth but the more professional he made them seem the better his art would do. Besides, it was no fun standing around when he could also be a part of the show. He politely ignored Renly sure the boy would kill him for mentioning his name.

Treize was right, Renly did want to kill them both, but he was grateful that he was being ignored for the moment. The last thing he needed to do was imply he knew either of them. Oh, how he wished he could grab Bene and run from this place now. Bene's full attention was on Eli now though and there was little Renly could do about it, "perhaps you can make an appointment at his art school. That is usually how things are done." He spoke through his teeth hoping Eli would sense his anger at their disturbance and fuck right off.

"why don't you show him the painting, Eli?" Treize offered, working hard to keep his smile pleasant and not laugh out loud at how uncomfortable Renly was.

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