[ohijustlovetakeoffs]

Absolutely Lovely || Grand Ball || Bianca and Cyril

[ohijustlovetakeoffs]

"Oh he’s here! We arrived together… I do believe he just managed to find himself someone to chat to… not much of a dancer you see… He’ll share a dance with me but he is quite shy." She laughed, a gently laugh that betrayed her fondness for her partner that would seem so natural to someone who thought they were married. But to one who knew her, perhaps it would give away her true feelings for the clumsy, superstitious young man. "Oh I don’t mind, I am not going anywhere." She waved lightly. Excusing her date, knowing he was just being himself. Well, that and they weren’t really married. Nor even dating. They were just business partners. Though that was to be kept to themselves.

[cyriltrinity]

"Shy but would rather a conversation than dancing with his wife?" That didn't make much sense to Cyril, but he shrugged, not one to have a problem with that. Though he wasn't shy, he was antisocial, and here he was doing almost the same exact thing. He hadn't had a date originally, however, so maybe it wasn't the same. Still, he couldn't help but almost regret the fact that he didn't have anyone to go with, though he rarely thought about such things. The little laugh that escaped the woman's lips made him almost wistful. Even he couldn't help but think it'd be a wonderful thing to have someone think about him the way she seemed to think about her husband. "As long as he isn't being rude," Cyril offered a slight smile. Though he was no where close to a gentleman, he was fond enough of the dancers at the club to hate it when someone was rude to them, and apparently he wasn't fond of anyone doing that to any woman, if this was proof.

[cyriltrinity]

Farther and Faster || Beck and Cyril

[dontflockwithbeck]

Beck was out enjoying a run in the cold, it probably wasn’t the best time to be running but she needed to check the grounds anyway. They always did a patrol. Since she was alone today and a walk would be much colder in the long run, she’d decided to go running. It wasn’t a short route and it would mean she didn’t have to go to the gym or otherwise today since she tried to keep herself in good enough shape so she could keep up with the others. Plus, she enjoyed the activity this place required and was determined to keep up with it.

She kept and eye out for everything around her as she ran. Animals were used to her though many still remained unseen she could see the signs of them that scattered the woods of the sanctuary. Foot prints and places where branches were shaken and dropped the snow off of it. Her eyes following the trails used by the animals and knowing where many of them frequented.

She was used to the paths here and though she was here almost every day there usually weren’t any others out on the trails in the winter. In the summer they were occasionally run by those not wishing to run the roads. But the winter…. not so much. It was strange to see someone else out here and she found herself pausing to greet the now shirtless man who stood on the edge of the trail. Slowing before she got to him she came to walk a few feet before him. “Hey there hotshot, be careful on these trails…  the woods aren’t the most winter friendly places.” She knew to look for branches or out of place things on the trails… but not everyone did.

[cyriltrinity]

Cyril raised an eyebrow at the warning. Most runners didn't bother to talk to one another, not unless there was an actual specific danger. And he sort of assumed that the forest being more dangerous was common knowledge, so he had to ask. "Anything in particular I should look out for?" Ice and snow didn't concern him too much, he had good balance and steady footing, with reflexes fast enough to catch him if he stepped on a patch of ice that he'd failed to see. Though he was successful of avoiding them in the first place, the vast majority of the time. An amused smile tugged at his lips for just a moment, as it clicked that he wasn't the only one crazy enough to be running in the middle of a Maine winter. But that didn't have to be mentioned.

[sanfordmann]

Mystery Massage || Sanford and Cyril

[sanfordmann]

Sanford looked up from his book, hearing someone enter the sunroom. He had never met the man before, but immediate observations lead the masseuse to believe this was his mystery caller; at least the stranger did not appear to be lost. And the following words confirmed Sanford’s suspicions. He set down his book and a calm smile filled over the neutral, relaxed muscles of his face.

Standing and nodding, Sanford motioned to the table, showing his client that this was his space to unwind. He pinched at his own shirt and then pointed to a small end table, the place where people usually folded and placed their clothing before the massage. He then gave a slight bow, excusing himself out of the room so that his client could undress and lay down on the table.

[cyriltrinity]

He found it a bit odd that the man didn't talk, but Cyril understood him well enough, not thinking twice about the silence. Everyone had their peculiarities, and to be honest, he wasn't the most talkative of people himself. It suited him well not to be obligated to converse while he was in his underwear and being touched by someone. Human contact put him on edge as it was, though this was for the health benefits. Not having to be reminded that another person was in the room, more than necessary, would be a nice addition.

Stepping out of his shoes, Cyril neatly lined them up, so the toes were by the edge of the little table, before he stripped into his underwear. Once his clothes were neatly folded and stacked, coat, then pants, then shirt, on the table, he moved to lay down to the table, a bit tense at the thought of someone's hands on him. But it was necessary, so he took a deep breath, trying to force himself to relax.

[cyriltrinity]

Breathe (inspired by x)

Something that has always been of the upmost importance to Cyril is his physical health. The man goes to the gym every day to work out, watches what he eats very carefully. But the only parts of his anatomy that Cyril has never been able to perfect are his lungs. Born with asthma, he’s never been able to do anything about it. Cyril ignores it, most of the time, always carrying an inhaler, but not letting the disease interfere. He still runs, exercises, even gets into fights, not thinking twice about how his lungs might feel about that. But there’s always a nagging fear in the back of his mind, not wanting to admit the weakness to anyone. Not even his brothers know he still has a lung problem, and Haden certainly doesn’t have any idea that one of his bouncers does his very best to avoid any kind of smoke, to prevent an attack. But Cyril still dreads the day when people find out, when people will find him weaker for a disease he can do nothing about.

[perfectlymarvelouspiper]

Dance in Decadence || Grand Ball || Piper and Cyril

[perfectlymarvelouspiper]

Piper purred her eyes giving him a once-over quite exaggeratedly. Leaning in just a breath closer she whispered. “I could help you with that.” A fleeting wink as she pulled back the grin on her face making it obvious that she was just teasing him in the best way she possibly could. “Well if you ever want on stage I’d be happy to drag you up.” They did that, now and again. Drew someone on stage and danced around them, letting others int he crowd believe that they had a chance. The young dancer was a little disappointed that the eldest bouncer didn’t pull her closer, but she respected him and his space and stayed where directed. Smiling sweetly to him.

[cyriltrinity]

"I'm sure you could," he chuckled, rolling his eyes at the teasing. He'd been working at The Underworld long enough to be used to the girls' advances. None of them were serious, for the most part, and they understood that he wasn't interested. The flirting didn't bother him, though he'd found it a bit odd at first. Cyril had never been much for relationships, as touching always made him at least borderline uncomfortable. He was lucky enough to work with people who respected that. Besides, his identical brothers were more than happy to be warmer and more open to these things than he was. "Dear god, no," he grimaced at the idea, expression overly dramatic. He could dance in a crowd, sure, but dancing up on stage... what they were doing now wasn't even something he'd want to do, if he weren't forced to stay in the ballroom. But a smile returned to his features when she did, "So what've you been up to? Other than work."

[benjamin-trinity]

Lunchtime at Trinitys' || Ben and Cyril

[benjamin-trinity]

"Steak." He commented simply while he rolled his eyes. He knew his brother better than anyone else did and he knew that ten seconds ago the man had been scowling at him. Probably ready to punch him too, but food made everything okay. "Potatoes. Broccoli." He pulled two beers out of the fridge and placed them on the counter, still not turning to look at his brother, "Beer. What more do you need in life?" 

[cyriltrinity]

"Good," he gave his brother an approving nod, going to grab a beer. He took the top off using the edge of the table, not even bothering with an opener. Steak and beer was good. Potatoes were fine. Broccoli he wasn't as happy with. But it was part of a balanced meal, and he knew he needed it, despite never having been a fan of vegetables, of any kind. Sliding out a chair and sitting down, he took a long swing of his drink. He never drank when he was working, but seeing as he had hours to kill until work, beer wouldn't hurt.

[cyriltrinity]

Farther and Faster || Beck and Cyril

He usually tried to stay inside during the winter. It was better that way. Sweating and cold did not get along, and though he had a strong immune system, he also wasn't in a position where he was okay with risking illness. It wasn't that he'd be brutally murdered if he took a day or two off work, or that he had a horrible fear of germs. But the worst thing Cyril could imagine was his body failing, even temporarily. He went to such lengths to keep it in perfect condition, going to the gym every day, sometimes even more than once, eating healthy, everything one was supposed to do.

But he could only run in place for so long before he went stir crazy, and today he'd reached his breaking point. So instead of going to the gym, Cyril dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, pulling on a pair of running shoes, before he headed out the door in a sprint, making his way into the forest. It didn't take very long for him to get there, losing track of time and where he was going as he ran. Cyril wasn't lost, of course, having grown up and run these trails more times than he could count. That was the magic of running. He lost track of everything, except the beat of his heart and steady rhythm of his body, going faster and further than most anyone else could dream of without a break, years of conditioning getting him into the shape he needed to be.

He only stopped running when he saw girl coming his way, the path too narrow for both of them to fit. So he stopped, only for a moment, stepping off to the side and tugging off his shirt, taking a deep breath as he realized that not only was he hot and sweating, but also slightly sore. He hadn't had a good run in far too long.

[russxtrinity]

Rude I Cyril and Russ

[russxtrinity]

Russ couldn’t respond at first, he was still laughing too hard. “But-but can’t you see it? He’s surrounded by woman glaring at him as he sobs over the couple he loves.” He chuckled again. “I don’t know about you but I find this hilarious.” He grinned. “Oh come on! Don’t act like you don’t think so too.” He grinned, straightening his posture. “I’m funny.” He said proudly, like a kindergartner who had just finished a coloring page. 

[cyriltrinity]

"Sure you are," Cyril replied, not at all amused by his little brother. He didn't care one way or another if Benjamin cried, though he was quiet certain his brother wasn't the type, but he didn't see why the thought was so hilarious. Standing up, he looked over at his plate, "Want anything else?" He didn't have much else to say, not in a conversational mood, even though it was his brother.

[sanfordmann]

Mystery Massage || Sanford and Cyril

The day was getting off to an odd start. Sanford awoke to his phone ringing. But, who would call a mute? Sanford did not have the answer to that question either. The caller just told him that they would be there for their afternoon appointment, without leaving their name nor the time of the appointment. He did not recognize the voice, but for all he knew, it could have been a regular client or a new one.  

This left Sanford sitting in his little closed-in sunroom, attached to the back of his apartment. More often than not, the masseuse would fold up his massage table and bring it to his clients; it was much more convenient for his customers and it kept him from feeling cooped up in his apartment. The sunroom was perfect for those clients who did not have a place at home to relax, those who needed a place to escape. Sunlight filtered in through the surrounding windows and incense was at an almost constant burn. His massage table sat in the middle of the room, awaiting the mystery appointment.

Sanford sat in an armchair in the corner, a book in hand as he waited patiently, eyes periodically flitting over to the door. He had been in the massage room all day, afraid that stepping out would mean he’d miss the appointment. 

[cyriltrinity]

There were occasionally a few problems with being a bouncer and getting into fights. Getting hurt was probably the biggest one. And it was never a matter of his opponent getting any good punches in, these days they were usually too drunk to be able to, and between him and his brothers it was hard for even a sober opponent to succeed at hurting them. But without stretching, the cold Maine weather got to them sometimes. And every so often, a muscle was pulled, or at least strained a bit.

That was Cyril's current predicament, a muscle in his back sore and bothering him. And according to the few sources he'd checked, other than rest and relaxation, which he hadn't the time for, a massage supposedly would help a lot. So he'd called a masseuse in town, maybe the only one, he'd called the first number he saw and didn't put much thought into it, deciding he'd visit after his daily work out. He might not be able to lift weights today, but there were other muscle groups he didn't want to neglect.

It was shortly after three o'clock when he'd gotten to the masseuse, walking in to see a man sitting there, seeming to expect him. "I called earlier," Cyril said, assuming the man remembered.

[perfectlymarvelouspiper]

Dance in Decadence || Grand Ball || Piper and Cyril

[perfectlymarvelouspiper]

"That depends, do you have plans to join us on stage that I am unaware of? Or a secret desire to strip down to nothing? Not that I would complain about that…” She purred, eyeing him with a grin. She flirted with them all, it was likely the three bouncers would be used to her blunt words and batting her eyelashes at them. She liked the boys, they were kind to most of the workers, and all of them were handsome (All of them also happened to look exactly alike) so she was pleased to find one of them as a dance partner. “I don’t embarrass easily.” She took his hand. Smirking up at him at his request. “Well— I suppose you can lead.”

[cyriltrinity]

"Yes to the second," he teased back, raising an eyebrow as she eyed him, "but only because the perfume in here is overwhelming, and I'll need multiple showers to get it off. But I'm happy backstage, thank you very much." He smiled at her when she said he could lead, pleased that the dancer would let a bouncer lead, especially when she knew he wasn't nearly as skilled as her. "Thank you." Leading her towards the dance floor, he placed a hand at her waist, holding her close, but still respectfully. They weren't close friends, they weren't anything more than coworkers. And Cyril had never liked contact to begin with, though Piper didn't make his skin crawl like strangers did. Distance was still better, however.

[ohijustlovetakeoffs]

Absolutely Lovely || Grand Ball || Bianca and Cyril

[ohijustlovetakeoffs]

"I see…" She didn’t understand, he was bulky, yes. But so were many of the other agents and most of them could dance quite well. It took either natural grace or practice however, and simply swaying, while not entirely embarrassing… didn’t quite possess the beauty of the dance she enjoyed so much. The ones where they spun and dipped and moved as one… those were beautiful. She turned her attention to her conversation partner at his question. "Well one needs a partner to dance ballroom, my specialty. I do believe my husband got lost on his way here… or perhaps Ruby got a hold of him." She couldn’t help but giggle. Granny and Ruby were both absolutely delightful (of course they were well paying, well tipping long term customers, the respect was well earned). And she didn’t really know where he’d gotten off to. She actually was quite sure Benny was attempting to delay her getting a dance or two out of him.

[cyriltrinity]

"Husband?" Cyril chuckled, "You think he'd at least manage to get here on time for his wife." Relationships fascinated Cyril. In his world, there were few people who got into serious ones. Married men, at least happily married men, did not end up at the strip club, where he worked and spent most of his time. It didn't seem like any of his coworkers was in one, either. And back when he and his brothers spent most of their time on the streets was no better. "Someone should tell him it's rude to keep one's date waiting." The girls had explained that to him enough times. Not that he really went on dates. They weren't his thing. This wasn't his world.

[cyriltrinity]

If Only... || WTSC Grand Ball || Cyril and Jane

[strangerslike-us-deactivated201]

She smiled along with him as he did. He had a nice smile, it was cute. She wondered if he smiled much, being a bouncer she didn’t really think he did, from the ones she saw they were always strong and silent. If he didn’t he should do so a lot more. “I think so, you should come by some time” she told him. “The animals love visitors”

[cyriltrinity]

"Maybe," he nodded slightly, "If I have time." He was all but nocturnal. Work was at night, clubbing wasn't much of a thing anyone did during the day, and the rest of his life was scheduled around that. He went to the gym either in the late afternoon, or once he got off work, if he had the energy to fit it in. "I'll make time," he offered another smile, absentmindedly playing with his cufflinks as he spoke. He could make time. He should.

[cyriltrinity]

Disaster || WTSC Earthquake || Jane and Cyril

[strangerslike-us-deactivated201]

She was glad she had her arm in Cyril’s. It made her feel a little safer, especially since she was clumsy at time. If she was about to fall hopefully he would catch her. “Thank you” she said speaking up as they walked. “For making sure I get home safe.”

[cyriltrinity]

Cyril turned when he heard her voice, a small smile managing to creep onto his lips, despite the worries that flooded his mind. "Anytime," he answered simply, with one word. It was a word he meant, however. He found himself wanting Jane to be safe, something he'd only ever felt towards his brothers and Haden in the past. It was... different. But not bad.

[benjamin-trinity]

Lunchtime at Trinitys' || Ben and Cyril

Ben dropped the pieces of meat into the pan on the stove and listened as it began to sizzle. Unlike his two brothers, if he knew that he wasn’t the only one home, he made enough food for more than just himself. Without giving it much thought, he stabbed a few potatoes with his fork before placing them in the microwave and pressing a few buttons so they would become edible. Ben looked around for a moment before grabbing the broom from the corner and using it to bang on the ceiling. “Food.” He called while moving back over to the steak and flipping it in the pan, “Now.” 

[cyriltrinity]

Cyril was up in his room, reading. Between work and the gym, this was what he did when he had time. It wasn't as often as he liked. though at least every other day was more often than most people got to do anything leisurely. He was happily reading, an old novel he'd had since he was still in grade school about to finish a chapter, when suddenly a loud banging beneath him interrupted him, mid-sentence. Scowling, he put the book down on his bed, about to go kill Ben, when he heard the magic word. Food. Wiping the irritation off his face, he made his way down to the kitchen, following his nose more than anything, until he was standing at the table, "What'd you make?

[mxrmadus-deactivated20150410]

Don't Think I'll Go || Silena and Cyril

[cyriltrinity]

mxrmadus:

"Yeah, as in if you saw their personality it wouldn’t wow you. It isn’t pretty sometimes.” Maybe she wasn’t clear enough, and she felt a little stupid at not being clearer. She gave a smile and tried to get over the blunder, jeez.. she wasn’t gonna be any good in English lit if she kept doing this. 

  “Hm, I guess so..” She could sense this conversation was probably gong nowhere, and the awkwardness fully set in. “A little brotherly competition can be good now and then though, can’t it?”

"Better not to get to know people, then," Cyril shrugged. He never bothered much with them to begin with, other than the ones he had to interact with. And he certainly did not get close to the majority of them. A few good people were all anyone ever needed. All he would need.

"I can be," he agreed. It depended on the circumstances. Though if it was a competition of who was the nicest brother, he wouldn't even try. Cyril wasn't social, didn't even try to be. The awkwardness of this conversation was a testament to that. He was half hoping that Silena would drop it, if he was being truthful.

[cyriltrinity]

Limited (inspired by x)

As wonderful as it is to be as close to your brothers as Cyril and his are, it’s very limiting. He can’t go anywhere without one of them wanting to know where it is, or tagging along, or getting annoyed at him when he gets home for leaving them behind or not informing them, even though he’s certainly old enough to be able to take care of himself out in the big bad world, wherever he chooses to go. He wouldn’t change anything for the world, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder if they’d all be happier if they lived their own, more separate lives, without constantly interfering with one another. But it’s better to always stick together, isn’t it?

[cyriltrinity]

If Only... || WTSC Grand Ball || Cyril and Jane

[strangerslike-us-deactivated201]

She hadn’t really known what to talk about. She was nervous around Cyril, not in a bad way but more anxious than anything. She was afraid she was going to choke up or say something wrong, and she really didn’t want to make that mistake at this moment. She listened as he said the Underworld. She had never really been their, but some said it was taboo, but Jane was never one to judge a book by its cover so she said nothing. “I’m assistant manager at the animal shelter”

[cyriltrinity]

"The animal shelter," he repeated, smiling softly at that. It was cute. Quaint. And it seemed to fit Jane very nicely. Granted, he hadn't known her for very long at all, but it was something he could see her doing. Just like when he'd met a lot of the dancers, it had just suited them. "Is it fun?" Great... Real smart, Cyril... He was not amused. He was usually intelligent, and though he was quiet, he still managed to be at least a bit more eloquent than he was now. Amazing first impression...