"take something sweet before you go."

Juilan & Nina Petrie. Brother & Sister. Indie Original Characters. (Re)Established May 2019.

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My theme was still a little messy & my pages were littered with mistakes because I tried to write everything out all at once on not enough sleep. Everything is now fixed :D Thanks to the new folks who’ve followed! I look forward to interacting with all of you!

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                                           Julian & Nina Petrie                                       Fandomless Original Characters                                 Indie | Selective | Multiverse | Multiship                               (Re)Established May 2019 - Written by Roux

                        (( ABOUT ))  <> ((  RULES ))  <> (( VERSES ))

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important headcanon; Julian has a young sphynx cat named Romeo. He’s completely hairless and has icy blue eyes. One of Julian’s greatest joys is clothing him in seasonally appropriate pet-sized sweaters. 

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Nate can’t help but beam from the other’s excitement, a nervous flutter of it starting in his stomach. Even if the lessons don’t go well—he’s never tried to teach—Nate knows the time spent with Julian will be worth it. Plus, it’ll be nice to have someone else along who appreciates photography the way he does. 

He raises his glass and swills down a bit too much right off the bat. That’ll likely go straight to his head, and silently, Nate hopes there won’t be more celebratory toasts to follow. It doesn’t take much to get him ridiculously tipsy. 

“Everyone?” he mumbles from behind the rim of his glass. Dark brows move up an inch, creases forming across his forehead.  “Who’s everyone?” 

“Oh, you know.” Julian gives a loose shrug, “Everyone. My father in particular. I think he’d be thoroughly impressed with your work. He’s a photographer, too, you know. But, by no means an artist.”

His smile softens as he gazes fondly across the table, openly admiring Nate. He’s only distracted by the waiter who soon returns to collect their plates. His expression turns sheepish as he’s asked if he’s done, his plate still full of perfectly cooked, now-gone-to-waste food. He nods, and apologizes with his eyes. The waiter doesn’t seem to judge as he clears the table, nor does it deter him from offering a dessert menu.

Julian’s whole face lights up.

“Yes, please.”

The young baker chuckles and reaches for his wine. A few more sips drains the glass completely. The waiter takes it with him before disappearing again to fetch the menu. Left alone once more, Julian laces his fingers under his chin.

“Tell me something,” he bats his eyes, “Do you prefer the term boyfriend or partner?”

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Handsome is enough to make him smile, but the compliments that follow it attack a much more vulnerable side of himself. While he loves what he does, Nate is occasionally dogged with a sense of self doubt. Is it all a waste of time? Will the work he’s put in finally pay off in the ways he wants? Those worries haunt him late at night when troubles seem to swoop in for his tired mind, but now, they seem minuscule in the face of such praise. 

It’s hard to catch Nate speechless or chasing after his words. Years of reading and being chatty have lent towards a certain eloquence and quick wit, but Julian has destroyed all that with a few words of his own. There’s no hiding the grin spreading across his face, but Nate bashfully ducks his head all the same. Heat climbs up his neck, and rosy cheeks will soon be evidence.

“Well, seeing as you have your own camera now—” Nate finds his composure again, lifting the camera to his eye and peering at Julian through the viewfinder. Though his fingers are no where near the shutter. They’ve blinded each other enough for one night. “I might could help with that,” he finishes with the suggestion (hopefully) clear enough. 

Julian gives a short, excited gasp as his hands clasp together. His answer comes with another impossible smile, “Oh, yes!”

The baker radiates his delight from across the table, his whole body buzzing with it. Eagerly, he reaches to take the camera back. It returns to his bag for now, safe and sound, as he waves next for the attention of their waiter. Two more glasses of wine are brought over, and Julian offers his in a toast.

“To my new teacher,” he cheers proudly, clinking his glass to Nate’s before taking a generous sip. He’s near certain he’ll regret his drinking tomorrow, once his bones are stiffened and his gut is clenched. But, for now, he’s too busy enjoying himself. And his company.

“I can’t wait to get started,” he adds happily, “and, admittedly, to show you off to everyone in the process.”

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Then it’s his turn to feel guilty. Nate’s lip part to form some sort of apology, but the camera is still being held out to him. He relents, taking the old Polaroid into his hands. 

“You don’t have to,” Nate mutters—though he says this all while sinking into his usual role. Eye to the viewfinder, he sits up and tilts the camera down slightly to get the most flattering angle. There’s a little smirk before the flash fires off; probably blinding the poor waitress who waltzes by at the wrong moment. 

Nate shrinks back down in his seat and plucks the developing photo free. He waves it back and forth in the air for a few seconds before admiring it. Even on a less sensitive camera, Julian looks divine. “Yours definitely turned out better than mine,” he quips, his sense of humor back. 

“Oh my,” his eyes bat rapidly as the spots come flooding in, peppering his view of Nate with a mosaic of pinks, purples, and greens. He laughs low, immediately modest when it comes to any compliment regarding his appearance, “that can’t be possible.”

Julian picks up his glass of wine, noting how nearly empty it is before taking a delicate sip. His humor’s returned, too, and he flashes Nate a sincere smile from behind the rim. 

“You’re terribly handsome yourself,” the wine’s calmed his nerves and loosened his tongue. Julian giggles with the admission, his head tipping coyly by degrees, “and such an incredible artist. Honestly, Nate, I can’t get enough of your photographs.”

The baker gives a longing sigh, “What I’d give to have your eye for things.” 

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Nate realizes Julian’s intentions far too late. Pale eyes widen, and his lips part, ready to protest what’s happening. The flash goes off then, catching him at a terrible time, and he finds himself momentarily blinded. If he learns anything from this, he needs to save up enough to buy a flash gun and a diffuser box so none of his clients go through this.

Blinking multiple times does little to get rid of the spots in his vision. They change from white, to green, to purple. But they still linger, hazy orbs hovering over Julian’s face and head as Nate looks at him. The picture is passed over, and he glances at it. Julian is accurate in his description. Nate looks like a frozen deer ready to be struck on the highway. He huffs softly and flicks the photo back across the table with two fingers. 

“Maybe a little warning next time?” he suggests in an attempt to sound light but an undercurrent of mild aggravation flows beneath the words. Fingertips rise to his eyelids, gently kneading, as he grumbles, “I can still see spots.”

“I’m sorry,” Julian apologizes through laughter, though his humor is quick to fade as he takes note of Nate’s mood. A more solemn sincerity touches his voice as he repeats himself, “I’m sorry.”

Embarrassment returns, this time with a side of guilt, as Julian sets the camera aside. He picks up his fork instead, idly poking at the meal he’s no longer interested in eating. His stomach feels tight as he debates taking a bite for show. An exasperated sigh escapes instead as he drops the fork and returns to the camera.

“Here.”

He offers the device to Nate, shaking it insistently when the man doesn’t immediately take it. Julian then straightens up in his seat, batting his lashes as he nods to the other, “You do me. It’s only fair. I’m sure there’s enough spots to go around.”

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   Nate perks up with sudden interest, fork lowering to the plate as his attention goes elsewhere. He sits taller in his seat, trying spy what Julian is getting before the actual reveal. It looks like a nice enough camera—at least in the sense of its condition. For an older model, it’s been taken care of by its former owner. But Nate doubts how much he can really teach with such a camera. 

   “Film? Oh, boy. Sounds like you’ve found an ancient artifact, Julian.” Nate can hardly recall the last time he used film or if he even owned a camera that used it outside of a disposable one for school field trips. He scoots his plate aside in favor of reaching out and having a closer look at this camera for himself.

    A few seconds pass as he makes a quick inspection of the camera body and tries to figure out where the film would go in this model. “I don’t think I ever had one of these,” he admits before one compartment pops open. “Oh, maybe that’s—” Then he notices the little plastic tab sticking out of the end of the film. “Yeah, this is it. But I can’t tell if there’s still film you can shoot on or if that’s the little end tab on it.”

“Oh?”

Julian’s smile disappears, his lips pulling tight into a pout. He’s embarrassed at first. An ancient artifact. Of course it is, that’s why it’d been at a rummage sale. A small, disappointed sigh escapes him as Nate turns the camera over in his hands, trying to save face and make sense of it. When the compartment pops open, however, his delight returns to him.

“Let me see,” he extends his arm to take the camera back, holding it tight between both hands. Curiously, Julian lifts it to his eye and presses the shutter button. A gasp escapes him as the flash immediately goes off, blinding both him and his date in the dim of the restaurant. A low laugh follows as the camera pops out a wallet-sized Polaroid photo.

“I guess it works,” he snorts, plucking the picture free and waving it back and forth. Once it’s developed, Julian can barely contain his grin.

“Oh, you look wonderful,” he passes it along for Nate to see, “like a deer in headlights.”

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He can’t help snicker at the poor guy’s expense. Nate wouldn’t swap places with him for anything in the world—especially since he likes this spot at this exact moment. Julian seems so sincere when he says that, and it causes his heart to flutter in his chest right before attempting a poor somersault. Easy, Nate. 

Getting too ahead of himself won’t be wise. After all, this is just dinner. Date wasn’t the word used when Julian invited him, so he can’t risk assumptions, risk flirting too much unless it might cause the evening to sour. But surely he can express a little enthusiasm about being there.

 “Me, too,” is ushered quietly in return, a shy smile touching his lips. “Definitely the highlight of my week.” Granted, the majority of his week entails working at the bookstore, doing laundry, and trying some new techniques with his photography. A broader smile spreads across his face at the thought. 

“Not that I have much of a social life, but,” he trails off for a second, laughing at the jab he’s taken at himself.  “Still. It’s nice.”

Julian’s smile softens as he sips his wine, savoring the warmth that flows down into his belly. The richness lingers on his tongue as it touches over the corner of his lips. His eyes lid in turn as he looks Nate over, admiring the other’s statuesque features in the evening’s perfect glow. He really is as pretty as a picture. At the thought, Julian gasps.

“Oh!” the baker lights up, clearly excited, “Before I forget, I have a favor to ask.”

He places his glass back to the table, then turns in his seat to reach his bag--an aged leather satchel that once belonged to his father. Julian opens its flap to present a small Polaroid camera, beaming as he shows it off to his date.

“I found this at a rummage sale earlier this weekend. I was hoping you’d be able to show me how it works. I picked up some film, too, but I’ve no idea what to do with it.”

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just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost  &  tag away  !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 01.  Compassion. 02.  Melancholy.  03.  Excitement.  04.  Love.

COLORS : 01.  Pale blue. 02.  Gray. 03.  Violet.  04.  Navy. 05. Gold.

SCENTS : 01.  Coffee.  02.  Cookies. 03.  Hospital. 04. Lavender.

CLOTHING : 01.  Suspenders.  02.  Wingtips.  03.  Bow ties. 

OBJECTS : 01. Whisk.  02. Coffee mug.  03. Canvas.  04. Cream. 05. Vase. 

VICES / BAD HABITS : 01. Sweet tooth.  02. Rambling.   03. Bottling. 

BODY LANGUAGE : 01.  Smiling. 02.  Clapping. 03.  Eyes lidding.  04.  Wincing. 

AESTHETICS : 01. Cappuccinos and macaroons servced on a porcelain tray.  02.  A dim hospital room late at night.  03.  A dozen throw pillows on a silk sheeted four-post bed.  04.  Arms caked in flour up to the elbow.  05.  A bustling art gallery down in SoHo. 

SONGS : 01. Arms Tonite--Mother Mother 02. Better--Betty Who  03. I Belong To You--Muse 

TAGGED BY: @shutteredfocus <3 TAGGING: Any and all 

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Julian can’t contain his laughter as Nate assesses the situation. A hand’s raised delicately to cover his mouth, his impossible smile, as he averts his eyes from the table. It’d been rude to stare in the first place, he knows. But, it’s given Nate the chance to show off his charming humor, and so Julian is freed from regret. 

“I told you,” he shifts his fork over his plate, dividing his food into neat little piles without actually taking a bite. His appetite for the day has yet to kick in. His nerves aren’t helping as he basks in Nate’s company, butterflies running rampant in his stomach. 

“The poor fellow. Perhaps we should pick up his check.”

The young baker exchanges his fork for his drink--a half-glass of warm chardonnay. He raises it in modest toast to his company--his date--as his smile softens at the corners.

“I’m so glad you came tonight,” he speaks earnestly, “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

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