In the Eye of the Beholder

[beaucaras]

Name: Beau Caras  Nickname(s): Pseudonym (for his art) - Peregrine  Age: 32 DOB: January 16th  Gender Identity: Male (he/him/his) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Fine Artist/Illustrator/Forger of Paintings Kinks: clothed sex, breath play, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, restraints, dirty talk Anti-Kinks: scat, gore, vore, watersports, fisitng

& Appearance

Height: 5′9″ Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Distinguishing features: his hair is constantly in a state of feathery disarray, he always wears black and always wears long sleeves and pants regardless of the weather  Tattoos/Piercings: he has one of his ears pierced, though he doesn’t often wear jewelry in it; he has a full sleeve on his left arm that he designed for himself featuring various elements of greek mythology

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: possessive, standoffish, obsessive, competitive, petty Positive Personality Traits: efficient, intuitive, protective, ambitious, witty, steadfast Beau is not a people person. He finds social interactions taxing and anxiety inducing and he generally avoids them as much as he can. Because of this, he comes across as prickly and arrogant/disinterested. He is very selective about his company, but those he does consider friends, he will actively do anything and everything for. 

& Background

Beau had always had an interest in art. From a young age, he was taken with the beauty of paintings from the Baroque and Renaissance periods of Art History. He fixated on them, deciding he wanted to learn how to do what they did and putting a surprising amount of effort into recreating pieces by the masters in order to learn their techniques. As he got older, this fixation evolved into an interest in attempting to create his own art, which became his one and only plan for the future. His art was surreal and dreamlike but stuck closely to the rules he’d gathered from his studies, as if he had never even considered breaking them. 

Graduating a semester early, he decided to forgo University and instead focus on his art, where his passion truly lie. It consumed his entire existence, always on his mind even when he worked the minimum wage jobs he needed to keep himself housed and fed. He wasn’t terribly successful in his endeavors, but he did manage to get ahold of art dealers, collectors, and curators every now and again through sheer persistence. 

One museum curator who had ended up working with him on multiple occasions, eventually became a friend - a remarkable feat for someone as outwardly prickly as Beau. Said director was also his entryway into the world of art forgery. The man had come by to see one of the pieces he’d been working on as part of a larger exhibition and saw a pile of his oil paint studies in the corner. They impressed him and he made the starving artist an offer he couldn’t refuse. 

Over a decade in the industry made Beau the best of the best. It had also made him fairly wealthy with no shortage of people interested in his skillset. He’d always been skilled at mimicking the style of artists he studied and those skills had just been honed by his lucrative line of work. Unfortunately, his personal work suffered from this shift in focus, losing any spark it may have had. Shallow concepts and dead expressions that even his impeccable technique couldn’t save, he found himself working on it less and less and investing that time instead into his forgeries. 

Beau was not a people person. He had a total of two or three friends by the time he hit thirty and a short list of romantic relationships that hadn’t lasted longer than a month each. Loneliness was a beast he tried to avoid thinking about as much as he could, but he couldn’t run from it forever. His sister worried about him and even he couldn’t remain stubborn enough to feign ignorance forever. 

Coming to the Haus after receiving an invitation was both an attempt to get back some spark of inspiration with a change in scenery and a solution to his loneliness. What better way to deal with his apprehension when it came to social situations then to pay people to do them on one’s own terms? And the bonuses that came along with said company, well those were simply that - bonuses. At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. He’d never wanted to be the kind of rich that paid for sex. 

& Useless Facts 

He can read Italian but he can’t really speak it.  

Beau has two siblings, he only talks to one of them regularly. He and his sister are close. 

For a while he was interested in trying to do taxidermy but the process proved too much for his stomach. He likes it in theory, not in practice. 

He thinks small talk is stupid and normally skips right through it. If he doesn’t, he just runs through a little script of non-answers and gets past it as quick as he can. 

He needs glasses but rarely wears them unless he’s working on the final stages of a piece in which fine details are pertinent. 

Beau has also learned to properly age paintings to add further air of authenticity. 

& Wanted Connections

someone who has commissioned him for his forgeries/ someone who unknowingly bought one and managed to tie it back to him eventually

someone who want’s to commission him

prior acquaintances

ex-friends: he loves hard and holds grudges like no one’s business 

ex-lovers

a muse or just someone to model for him so he can convince himself this is an artistic endeavor and he doesn’t just wanna fuck a bunch of hot guys 

new friends/fwb 

literally anything and everything

[xrhettmatthews]

Rhett’s mouth fell slightly ajar at the man’s comment and his brows raised, “I mean…yeah.” He said, almost laughing, feeling like a fool. However, Rhett apologized for everything, it seemed. So, perhaps that was another resolution he should have. Especially if it was as annoying as Beau said, “Right.” He said, rocking back on his heels for a moment before his gaze fell back upon the book at the other pulled out. It seemed like a very nice book and it clearly meant something to Beau or else he wouldn’t keep it so close to his heart, would he? At least, that’s what Rhett assumed, “Oh.” He said quietly, “What were you doing then? Drawing?” He asked, figuring that was probably it considering the other was an artist.

[beaucaras]

Beau nodded, finding no reason to be overtly dishonest about what he was doing. He felt no embarrassment or hesitance when it came to the act of drawing, it was what he enjoyed doing most in the world even if he couldn’t extend the same attitude toward the actual worked he produced. With time, he still held out some hope that he would find contentment in his original pieces once more, but until then he would simply try to have patience. “I’m an artist. The ability to do studies from life was a large part of the reason I chose to come here.” 

After a moment’s hesitation, he attempted to move forward the conversation with a question, reminding himself of yet another one of his goals in staying at the Haus. “Do you have any interest in art?”

[beaucaras]

continued from here

@littleollieballard​

“In that case, I’d be happy to forgo the painting altogether in favor of your touch. Perhaps you would like more than a kiss from me?” He suggested, gently squeezing Oliver’s hand after it found it’s way into his. He relished in the feeling of the man pressed up against him so affectionately, it was more than enough to prove to himself that he wanted far more than a few kisses himself. The next words out of his companion’s mouth were enough for him to confirm to himself that those feelings were reciprocated. “If you like? I’m afraid I’m not particularly exceptional in any state of undress, but it would please me to know your thoughts on the matter.” 

The confession that came next caught Beau off-guard. Perhaps it shouldn’t have given the nature of their interactions thus far, but it did. Hearing Oliver’s feelings confirmed verbally was more than enough to stun him into silence as he tried to gather his thoughts. Taking another sip of his drink, he gave the hand in his another reassuring squeeze. Unable to find the words to respond to it verbally, he cupped Oliver’s jaw with his free hand and leaned in to kiss him, desperate to convey his emotion though the physical act of intimacy. 

[beaucaras]

mateoxrafael​:

Well THIS was quite a change of pace, the doctor thought to himself, “you sure you want to slum it in the staff quarters?” He asked, knowing that his room was a lot less appealing than a clients, but the fact that Beau wouldn’t seem to mind made him all the more endearing to Mateo. There was still so much about this man that the staff member couldn’t quite figure out, but that all added to the all around charm of him - quirky but Mateo liked that about him, it suited him well. He shrugged his shoulders, a small laugh escaping as he gave the other a nod, “alright, my room it is.” He could still get out of the clothes he worked in, perhaps could even have some company in the shower, or he could let Beau putter around his room aimlessly while he cleaned himself up - whatever the client desired, Mateo was at his command (and he liked it). “How have things been going since the event?” He hadn’t seen much of Beau around the haus, but that could have been because he himself was hiding. “Still taking those small risks?” He teased, loving how Beau was opening up around the haus.

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“Of course. I do not make a habit of agreeing to things merely for the sake of it. I hardly believe you to be slumming it, so to speak. ” He replied, shooting Mateo a look that distilled just how ridiculous he found the notion. Beau figured the staff rooms were more like small hotel rooms than anything else, perhaps with a more lived-in feeling due to them being long-term housing. The idea wasn’t unappealing in the least. “Excellent, I suggest you lead the way then. I’ve been well, all things considered. I find myself having to be more mindful not to allow the routine I’ve established to push me back into complacency when it comes to the subject of risk taking. Your unexpected company is just the kind of thing I’ve been looking for. It’s a welcome change of pace as opposed to the kind that requires me to be more intentional.” Explaining himself in such a way wasn’t something Beau was in the habit of doing, but it seemed it was becoming a more regular thing when it came to the Haus. He’d spoken with more people in the few weeks he’d been there than in the entire previous year of his life multiple times over. The artist blamed his uncharacteristic openness by that drastic change in habits. 

[littleollieballard]

“You make that sound so….romantic. Laying still for you might be a challenge though because I am sure I’d be more than compelled to kiss you.” Oliver raised a brow and smirked, he loved a challenge especially one that let him shop, dressing people in his life was a labor of love. It was a gift that was not just personal, but practical. “I will do my utmost to find something you find comfortable and pleasing to be in. As well as something that I think would be considered in style.”

Oliver seemed pleased that Beau didn’t hate the drink. Cozying up next to the other man he sipped at his own. “Yes, violet is something I find very interesting as a flavor so I put it in a lot of drinks to see if there are flavor combinations I like it in. Lemonade is one I find pleasing. Though I will admit this is the first time I’ve done it frozen.”

[beaucaras]

“I’d be more than inclined to return the favor. There is no reason I cannot paint you and steal a few lingering kisses,” he replied, teasingly, his face flushing lightly at the thought. The way Oliver worded it made it sound like something out of a romance novel, Beau would’ve found it cheesy on anyone but himself and the man he’d grown fond of. It made him a hypocrite, sure, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I look forward to seeing the fruits of your labor, then. Perhaps you can find me something to replace my favorite button down before it gets too worn to be presentable.” 

Leaning into Oliver’s casual touch, he took another sip of his beverage. The violet wasn’t his favorite and he would’ve never tried it on his own, but Oliver seemed so happy to share his thought process he would break his own rules and finish it regardless. Not that it was a burden, he had forced himself to down much worse drinks in the past. “Freezing makes most drinks better in my opinion. It’s a nice experience so long as you don’t drink it too fast.” 

[beaucaras]

“Don’t apologize for stupid things. If I didn’t want to speak with you I would’ve walked away,” Beau replied simply, “It is more annoying to apologize for your every action then to simply allow yourself to do as you will.” Once he had said his piece, he took the book back out from his pocket, running his fingers over the smooth pleather of the cover. It had been a gift from his sister who he so rarely spoke to, he missed her frequently but did little to resolve it. “No, I was not reading.” 

[beaucaras]

“Don’t apologize for stupid things. If I didn’t want to speak with you I would’ve walked away,” Beau replied simply, “It is more annoying to apologize for your every action then to simply allow yourself to do as you will.” Once he had said his piece, he took the book back out from his pocket, running his fingers over the smooth pleather of the cover. It had been a gift from his sister who he so rarely spoke to, he missed her frequently but did little to resolve it. “No, I was not reading.” 

[assvagegvilt]

It was for moments like these that Theo studied well to know what the Haus had to offer, memorising as much information as he could to ensure that he would appear to know the place expertly like the back of his hand. And it surely made sense that he would appear knowledgeable, given that as a host, it would look foolish if he knew next to nothing about the place. 

 “Er, well there is a tennis court here. Shooting range. Beach activities, that sort of thing if you’re into the outdoors.” the Scotsman began, listing down what he best could remember from his random tours all over. Holding onto the iPad close to his chest while resisting the urge to cheat by going through the device, he continued, “Or if you’re more of an indoor, solo type, we do have the spa, the sauna, jacuzzi rooms for privacy and pleasure. We have the theatre as well, but that’s more of something if you’d want to be surrounded with other people.” Hopefully, he had given enough of an answer for the client. 

Pausing for a beat, Theo hesitated, before adding quietly, “Really, I think it depends on what kind of activity you’re cruising for. Would you want to be with someone or would you rather go solo?”

[beaucaras]

“I’m uncertain. I would normally prefer to be alone...but that is exactly the reason I should pursue the alternative,” he replied, mostly to himself as he thought it over. Beau knew vaguely of the activities they had to offer, he had been on the tours and seen the informational paperwork they’d handed him when he’d arrived. It more interested him what people actually seemed to enjoy, but the man in front of him seemed...nervous. The kind of nervous that meant he was saying what he thought he was meant to rather than answering the question he’d been asked. 

“Are they any activities you would recommend? Or, perhaps, that you have seen to be popular amongst guests?” He asked again, his impassive expression less than reassuring. Beau was not a comforting man, not to most who met him initially. Even when he tried to be, he ended up failing so spectacularly he made it worse. To those he was comfortable with, he had more success, but that familiarity came painstakingly. 

[xrhettmatthews]

Special Delivery for: @beaucaras

It wasn't much of a surprise that the staff would talk amongst each other about the clients around the Haus. Amongst those conversations, he had heard about an artist that had shown up and Rhett was interested in meeting him. He quite enjoyed talking art or music with anyone. But it was even more exciting when the person could discuss it back. Wandering around the Haus, like he often did, Rhett was fairly certain that he spotted the man off by himself. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, the Brit wandered over and smiled warmly, "Hey there." He spoke, "I'm Rhett. I don't think we've met before. You're pretty new around here, right?"

[beaucaras]

xrhettmatthews​:

Special Delivery for: @beaucaras

It wasn’t much of a surprise that the staff would talk amongst each other about the clients around the Haus. Amongst those conversations, he had heard about an artist that had shown up and Rhett was interested in meeting him. He quite enjoyed talking art or music with anyone. But it was even more exciting when the person could discuss it back. Wandering around the Haus, like he often did, Rhett was fairly certain that he spotted the man off by himself. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, the Brit wandered over and smiled warmly, “Hey there.” He spoke, “I’m Rhett. I don’t think we’ve met before. You’re pretty new around here, right?”

-

“We have not,” Beau replied, bluntly, his eyes tracing the trim lines of Rhett’s figure. It wasn’t necessarily odd for one of the staff to approach him and attempt to engage in conversation, but he would never get used to it. It always felt...odd. Regardless, he was in a well-enough mood not to abruptly excuse himself to solitude, a new face hopefully means for an enriching conversation or engaging company to call on in the future. “My name is Beau. I’m new here, as you assumed. I take it you are a member of the staff?” The artist tucked his pocket sized sketchbook into his jacket, abandoning his plans to sketch in the lobby for the time being. 

[beaucaras]

littleollieballard​:

“I love an honest man. And I would love to map out every single thing about you I find attractive and endearing.” Beau was quickly becoming someone Oliver thought very highly of, and a great deal of time about. A soft laugh coming from him as he reached up to ruffled that unruly shock of soft dark hair. “That sounds like fun. A hunt. If I were able to find even one thing you liked to wear I would be thrilled with myself. Though there is nothing wrong with knowing your own personal style and sticking to it. I admire that about you. You know who you are.”

As much as Oliver would love to curl himself into Beau’s taller frame and just lavish in his attention he did peel himself back, a soft sigh as he had to leave the warmth of his crush’s touch. “I’ll bring you something…adventurous. Stay here.” he said with a smile giving Beau one last kiss before he slipped back into the crowd to go to the bar.

Though Oliver did drink, he had opted to get them both virgin drinks. “It’s frozen lemonade with essence of violet. I think the sweetness of the lemonade compliments the earthy almost melon flavor of the violet.” he said holding out the elaborate drink to Beau. “I hope you like it.”

-

“I’m uncertain I could find the words to describe you, but I can paint you whenever you’d allow. I can...show you the way I see you, I can emphasize the minute details that make you so very attractive. It is an honor to depict those I feel captivated by,” he replied, scrunching up his face at the affectionate way the man ruffled his hair. He couldn’t keep himself from watching Oliver fondly as he fixed his hair, trying and failing to smooth it back in order. “If you would find it enjoyable, I would not be averse to allowing you to attempt to find an item of clothing that will satisfy my particular taste in color, shape, and texture. The latter is most important, I refuse to wear clothing I don’t find comfortable save for very particular occasions.” 

Beau hadn’t been expecting anything in particular following Oliver’s vague promises for an adventurous drink, but the frozen lemonade would’ve been far down on his radar regardless. He took it with an appreciative nod. “Thank you.” He punctuated his gratitude with a quick kiss to the cheek, surprising himself yet again with his willingness to engage in such overt affection. 

 It was a pretty drink, frozen like he’d asked for and wholly foreign to his palette. He gave it a cursory sniff before taking a sip, unsure what to make of it after his first and second taste. “It’s unexpected but not unpleasant. Is it something drink often?” 

[mateoxrafael-blog]

Status || Closed for @beaucaras Location || Main Lobby

Having a second doctor on staff was proving to be lovely, not just because Mateo had a slow burning desire for the man, but also because it meant that he himself was allowed more time off to be spent wandering the haus and having some fun himself. He was just getting off a shift today, after what felt like forever just sitting around waiting for some action in the medical ward, and all he could think about now was changing out of the button up and slacks he wore for shift and taking a shower. He'd slip into something more suitable for mingling, and then he'd be on his way shaking hands or doing whatever was needed of him. He was halfway through the lobby, heading in the direction that would bring him to his room, when he noticed a familiar face alone who always seemed to pique the doctors interests. He made a detour, away from the hall that'd bring salvation to him from this outfit, walking over to the man with the brightest of smiles adorning his lips. "You look a little lost," no he didn't, but it was a good way to break the ice, "if you're looking for my room, it's that way-" he pointed in the direction he'd just been heading, offering the client a wink to let him know he was only teasing, unless if Beau took it as an offer in which maybe that was his plan all along?

[beaucaras]

mateoxrafael​:

Status || Closed for @beaucaras Location || Main Lobby

Having a second doctor on staff was proving to be lovely, not just because Mateo had a slow burning desire for the man, but also because it meant that he himself was allowed more time off to be spent wandering the haus and having some fun himself. He was just getting off a shift today, after what felt like forever just sitting around waiting for some action in the medical ward, and all he could think about now was changing out of the button up and slacks he wore for shift and taking a shower. He’d slip into something more suitable for mingling, and then he’d be on his way shaking hands or doing whatever was needed of him. He was halfway through the lobby, heading in the direction that would bring him to his room, when he noticed a familiar face alone who always seemed to pique the doctors interests. He made a detour, away from the hall that’d bring salvation to him from this outfit, walking over to the man with the brightest of smiles adorning his lips. “You look a little lost,” no he didn’t, but it was a good way to break the ice, “if you’re looking for my room, it’s that way-” he pointed in the direction he’d just been heading, offering the client a wink to let him know he was only teasing, unless if Beau took it as an offer in which maybe that was his plan all along?

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“Mateo.” Beau said, startled by the man’s sudden appearance and bizarre conversation starter. He hadn’t been on his way to do anything particularly interesting, having already fallen into a new routine to both his relief and frustration. Perhaps it was fate that the staff member interrupt his self-inflicted monotony? If he believed in such things, he would’ve considered it a reasonable conclusion. “Well, accompanying you to your room wouldn’t be the worst of ideas. If you are legitimately offering.” He replied eventually with a small smile - polite and reserved, unsure how else to respond to the staff member’s teasing. If it was teasing, which he was fairly certain it was. He could never be entirely sure of those things and to mistake a serious offer for teasing was a much more detrimental mistake than the alternative. “It would be a welcome change of pace.”

[littleollieballard]

“Some other time then. I would wax poetic about you if you wanted.” Oliver said softly leaning up to whisper in Beau’s ear before pressing a kiss to the warm shell of it gently. Oliver actually spent a decent chunk of time these days thinking about the artist. Not just his handsome face, but his hands, the way he smelled. How warm he was when he could find the other to press against him. “Oh don’t tell me that Beau. I’ll become inclined to dress you. I love to shop. It’s a vice.” he said with a soft laugh.

In their own island of seclusion in the sea of the party, all Oliver had eyes for was Beau. He pressed his face into Beau’s shoulder leaning against him. Breathing in the way he smelled. “Ah I value fine things like taste. It’s not about the end it’s about the journey I promise.” he said softly looking up at the other. “Hmm one more question. How adventurous do you feel?”

[beaucaras]

“I’d endeavor to believe that I wouldn’t enjoy something like that but...I don’t make a habit out of lying.” He admitted, the press of Oliver’s lips sending a shiver down his spine. Beau couldn’t articulate it, but there was something about the man that was intoxicating, being so close to him was like being drawn into the undertow - overwhelming but certainly not as unpleasant. The artist would happily allow himself to be drawn into Oliver whenever it pleased the other man. “I doubt you would persist when you realized just how picky a man I am to dress. There’s a reason I wear much of the same from day to day.”  

Taking pause as he was aught to do, he glanced back at the party. It was a testimate to how adventurous he had been that night; encapsulating all the things he tended to avoid dressed up in the most expensive of packaging. “I would say that I am feeling moderately adventurous. May I ask why?” 

[littleollieballard]

“Dapper. Handsome. Fetching. Hm I can keep going if you like.” Oliver enjoyed the warmth of the other man’s hands on him like that. He’d happily spend the rest of the night wrapped up in those arms if he was given the choice. “I am glad you like my outfit. I’d have been devastated if you were not to like it. I do admit my color is more gold than silver. I just wanted to go with something more unexpected.”

Oliver pulled Beau with him to where they could be together with minimal interference from the other guests. “You know Beau. If you are looking for things to do with your hands, I am sure I could find somewhere for them to be.” he said with a smirk lifting Beau’s hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it gently. “What would you like? Something frozen? Something fruity? They can make virgin versions of almost anything.”

[beaucaras]

“Perhaps not,” he flushed, the easy compliments bringing a warmth to his cheeks he’d been trying to avoid. Still, it was pleasant, and if they were alone perhaps he would’ve encouraged it instead - content to be engulfed with the comfortable familiarity that had begun to form between them. “I doubt you could wear anything I wouldn’t enjoy. Especially considering my rather limited knowledge of fashion and your handsome features.” 

Thankful for his companions forethought to move them further out of the way, Beau went along easily, sparing no one else a glance as they passed by. “I would like that very much, I imagine. Perhaps after we have our drink?” He suggested, his gaze flickering bashfully to the shiny black surface of his shoes. “I enjoy frozen drinks. Perhaps you could recommend one to me? I’m afraid my experience with alcohol is very singular and focused on a means to an end rather than enjoyment.” 

[beaucaras]

open starter | staff and clients

location | anywhere

A few weeks into his stay and Beau had fallen into a new predictable routine about the Haus. His time mostly consisted of drawing and painting staff members in his room, exploring the estate with moderate curiosity, and having dinner with the few people he’d managed to become acquainted with. Beau knew he could just be content doing that but he had come to the Haus for change and, if his own self-directed efforts didn’t feel like enough of a deviation from the norm then he would have to speak with someone else about their suggestions. After all, it was Oliver’s request that had gotten him to go to the New Year’s Eve party. 

“Are there any activities in particular you would recommend for someone to experience here? I should not like to miss out.” He asked the man he had barely contributed to idle small talk with for the past few minutes. 

[littleollieballard]

Oliver grew more and more comfortable with Beau, holding onto the other man and letting himself relax a bit, nuzzling into the artist affectionately. “You are endlessly fascinating and even if you weren’t you’re incredibly handsome so that would have anyone enthralled anyway.” he said with a little laugh as his hands moved down over the front of Beau’s chest, his fingertips admiring the fabric the other man wore. “You look so dapper. Happy New Year.”

Leaning up Oliver stole another soft kiss. “I am having a nice time, it’s hard to not have a nice time in a place like this. Always so lavish. Though I am having a nicer time now that you’re here.” Oliver couldn’t help himself but flirt with the other more openly now. “I know you don’t drink but there are virgin drinks if I could interest you in one of those.”

[beaucaras]

“Dapper?” Beau teased lightly, letting his hand linger against the small of Oliver’s back, enjoying the warmth and the grounding nature of his weight against him. Such affection in public was out of the ordinary for the artist, but so was nearly everything he’d participated in since he’d arrived at the Haus. One more thing wouldn’t make a difference to the turmoil that always clouded his mind when it came to change, especially since it was such a plesant addition. “You look very nice as well. As you always do. I wouldn’t have imagined silver suiting you as well as it does, though I’m very happy to be proven incorrect.” 

He was glad to have come if only to see Oliver in what appeared to be his element. The young man fit so seamlessly into such an exorbitant event. His beauty and joy were priceless like the metallic inspiration behind the party, he felt lucky to be something worthy of capturing his attention. “That would be nice, thank you. I should like to have something more to do with my hands. Perhaps it will also stop others from offering me alcohol wherever I turn.” 

[littleollieballard]

Oliver’s face lit up when he saw Beau begin to cross over to him. Not that the night had been uneventful in any way at all but he still had wanted to see the other. A text asking him where he was seemed a little desperate and that was not how Oliver wanted to come off at all. Though still he was unable to hide his joy at seeing the other. Throwing his arms around Beau he leaned up and kissed the artist. “I would never avoid you. What a silly thing to think. You are quite a highlight in my days you know.” he said with a little smile leaning against Beau happily. “Are you having a nice time?”

[beaucaras]

Beau gently wrapped an arm around Oliver’s waist, awkwardly returning the unexpected embrace. He was a little more tactful when it came to the kiss, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as they pulled away. Considering the man was one of the only reasons he decided to attend the event, it was a relief to have finally tracked him down, especially when the man was so happy to see him. That joy was a novel experience, there weren’t many in his life Beau could honestly say seemed eager to be near him. “That’s good to hear. I’d find it rather sad if I were the only one who enjoyed our conversations.” 

He took a moment to consider the question, glancing around the room at the tragically large amount of guests and the bright gleam of silvers and golds. “I...I suppose it’s been better than I anticipated. I cannot say it has changed my opinion of parties but I don’t regret coming. Are you?” 

[beaucaras]

What do you physically find attractive about other men? What's your type?

"I do not believe I have a type, as you put it. I like men with beautiful eyes and a wicked tongue. I like men who carry themselves with purpose. I like men with strong features, the sort that are just meant to be painted."

[beaucaras]

Would you be open to finding love at the Haus?

"I'm not opposed to it."