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@julianxcapulet
TL Text: You okay?
Text: Yeah, I’m alright. Just got a few scratches when I tripped over a chair leg. Nothing too horrible.
Text: How’re you? Are you alright?
sinxgrey:
Text: Thank god. So relieved to know you’re okay.
Text: I’m fine. Ava gave me a huge scare but she and spud are okay now.
Text: It’s wonderful to know you and your family are well, too.
Text: Do you know anything more about the fire, sir? For instance, where it originated?
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sir-stefano-costa:
It was little chilly out, but Stef didn’t care as he sat out on the park bench. He’d been working too hard again and he needed to peace of the park to calm him. He sat back, looking out over the scenery when he heard someone come up to where he was sitting. “You can sit if you’d like.” He offered.
Bundled in his coat and scarf, a knitted bauble hat covering his bronze curls, Julian looked more like a walking pile of wool than himself. He’d been working late at the library that evening, as he had every day that past week, and while he was certain it would’ve been a better idea to just head home for the evening, the stars were too beautiful to ignore and a walk in the park seemed in order. Spotting a figure on a park bench, he’d initially planned to walk past with his head down, not wanting to disturb them but the familiar voice all but stopped him in his tracks. A small smile quirking up the corners of his lips, he nodded, taking a seat next to Stef slouching down into his coat to keep the cold off his face. “Thank you, sir. The stars are beautiful this evening, don’t you think?”
[Time lorded text] Julian-- I know you were asking about costumes...were you at the apocathary? Are you alright?
Text: I was but I’m alright. You needn't worry yourself, miss.
Text: Just a scrape or two is all.
Text: How are you? Are you and Pan alright?
TL Text: You okay?
Text: Yeah, I’m alright. Just got a few scratches when I tripped over a chair leg. Nothing too horrible.
Text: How’re you? Are you alright?
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Text: Good afternoon, miss. I feel it's been forever since we've spoken. I miss your elegant words and your lovely smile. Might I ask you to meet me for coffee some point in the near future?
[text] You flatter me, Julian. You are the one with the way with words. I would love to meet for coffee whenever you are free. I fear I’ve kept myself locked in this office for far too long.
@julianxcapulet
Text: I’m free this Wednesday if it suits you, miss?
Text: I’m inclined to agree, you spend far too long in the office, I’m aware I’m a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black, but it must be said.
Cold | Juliano
sir-stefano-costa:
Julian was right, it had been one of the Harry Potter books. “Okay, well, rules are that you snuggle close to me and rest. If you fall asleep, it’s okay. I will still be here when you wake up. Understand, baby?” He kissed head again and began to read aloud from the book. He liked this. The domesticity of them. He didn’t like Julian being sick, but he did like taking care of his submissive. It made him feel whole when he could do this for his lover.
“Yes, I understand. Thank you, sir, for everything.” he sighed happily, shifting his body so that it was facing Stef’s and resting his head on the man’s chest, his legs eventually tangling with the dom’s as the story went on. Julian hadn’t really been paying attention to the plot, not even the words that were being spoken, only the familiar warmth of his Dom against him and the soothing lilt of his voice as he went through the first chapter of the book.”What character would you be in this world?” He asked, sleepily, his mind deciding it’d be fun to put his friends into roles in the story.
Cold | Juliano
sir-stefano-costa:
Stef worked quickly, wanting to get Julian back wrapped in his warm blankets. “I read about them here and there, but I did most of my research when I found out you were sick and refusing drugs. These are natural and you don’t have to worry as much.” He said as he finished with Julian’s feet. He moved up and placed the peppermint at the base of his neck and then wrapped him back in his blankets. He then moved to Julian’s side and wrapped one of his strong arms around his submissive. He kissed Julian’s temple as his other hand grabbed Julian’s book that was laying on his nightstand. “What’re we reading tonight?”
Julian couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him as Stef worked on his feet, cold hands and ticklish tendencies working in tandem. “Thank you for doing so, sir. I know it’s kind of frustrating, my reluctance to take medications, so your patience is appreciated.” He was glad when the application of the oils was over, having a hard time keeping himself from flinching when Stef touched the back of his neck, and the warmth of his blankets and his Dom made for a wonderfully relaxing environment. the submissive could feel the exhaustion setting in already and they’d yet to talk for long. “Tonight? I don’t remember. I picked something from my shelf and got through the first twenty pages without comprehending a single word before putting it down. I think it might be one of the Harry Potter books.”
Cold | Juliano
sir-stefano-costa:
Stef didn’t like seeing Julian sick and even though his sub moved closer to him, he was worried. “Are you sure I shouldn’t just take you to the doctor?” He frowned before shedding his suit jacket and tie. He rolled his sleeves up and then moved even closer to Julian. He opened the bag and pulled out some essential oil blends. “This one is peppermint. I’m going to put it at the base of your neck. It’ll help with headaches. This one is a blend of peppermint, lemon, oregano, and lavender. I’ll put it on the bottoms of your feet and put your socks back on over to help it penetrate. Okay?” He said even as he was moving the base of the blankets to find Julian’s sock covered feet.
“No, I don’t need a doctor!” He was quick to reassure, not a big fan of anything involved in the process of scheduling and attending a doctor’s visit. It made him feel all weird and, once again, he didn’t find it to be necessary in that moment. “Sorry, I’m fine, sir. Just a bit sick. I’m sure it will blow over quickly.” Propping himself up on his elbows, Julian eyed the bottles of oil curiously. He’d read about herbal treatments for physical ailments but never thought to try them himself. Nodding at the explanation he was given, he had a moment to prepare for the moment he was unburied from his blanket pile, and the cool air only made him shiver for a moment. “When did you learn about herbal remedies? I’ve always found them interesting to read about, but I never actually considered trying them before. I haven’t the slightest why, it’s a wonderful idea.”
Cold | Juliano
sir-stefano-costa:
Stef had researched some herbal remedies before arriving at Julian’s with a bag of things. He was a few minutes later than he intended, but he had the best of intentions. He opened Julian’s door and shut and locked it behind him. He toed his shoes off and made his way back to the man’s room. He looked at his love in his bed and he shook his head. “Oh, my love.” He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, putting the bag beside him. “How’re you feeling? I brought some things I thought you’d be open to trying to make you feel better…” He started, hoping Julian would comply since he felt so awful.
Julian’s face lit up at the sound of the door opening and shutting, fairly secure in his certainty that a stranger had not just broken into his home. Sure enough, Stef’s worried face appeared in the doorway and it was all he could do to not sit up and scramble to attach himself to the Dom, his stomach lurching at the thought of moving. He’d made himself a nest of blankets and small stuffed toys on his bed - most he’d been given during his childhood to fill the gap where friends were supposed to be - and was snuggled down beneath layers of comfort. “Sir. I’m feeling fine, just a little under the weather,” he reassured, shifting under the blankets so he was closer to his guest, “I’d be more than happy to try something if you’ve gone through the trouble of procuring it.”
mdmecelesteromano:
Celeste wasn’t entirely sure why the taciturn librarian decided to inform her of his ill preparation for Halloween. Idly writing in one of her laboratory notebooks, she too, did not look up.
“I trust that, at the very least, you understand what Halloween is.”
“Commercially and historically, yes.” He replied, frowning softly at her rather bitter words. Julian was well aware the lady Romano wasn’t the most friendly of people, but he’d wanted to extend polite conversation, perhaps work to expand his little group of friends. Ever since he’d met Bella, his confidence in general small talk had grown. “It isn’t the concept I don’t grasp, my lady, it’s the social regulations of ones costuming.”
Cold | Juliano
@sir-stefano-costa
Julian disliked his current situation, indisposed with a common cold and unable to focus on the reading he would’ve liked to catch up on simply to do something with all the time he was wasting. Thankfully, and perhaps rather selfishly on his side, Stef had agreed to come and spend the evening with him reading and whatever else it was they decided to do. As a man predisposed to bouts of anxiety and paranoia, he found all types of medication if not absolutely necessary, to be an unwarranted risk even if it meant he was suffering from quite the headache. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones he used to get by neglecting his biological need to submit and therefore didn’t require aspirin, but it was enough to spoil his mood. He hoped Stef would arrive soon, despite the fact that he knew he was interrupting the man’s work.
Text: Good afternoon, Miss! :-)
Text: Good afternoon Julian! How are you?
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miacapuletofverona:
Text: You’re welcome Julian.
Text: Hmmm… a nice feeling.
Text: It’s not easy as a Dominant to admit your own vulnerabilities. Especially to your submissive. In fact some would probably tell you a Dominant worth their salt has no vulnerabilities. I suppose for those that truly believe themselves to be Gods or Godesses, and be above all else; that could well be the case.
Text: That it is. I never thought someone would want me with such sincerity and intensity. It’s slightly overwhelming, but in the best of ways for once.
Text: That’s rather stupid to believe - the assumption that someone has no faults. Although, I’m rather reluctant to admit that I saw Percy in that light. It was partially my fault the relationship ended the way it did, I had a problem with only seeing the positives and I know it put a strain on him.
Text: I would’ve liked it if Percy would’ve talked to me, though, instead of assuming I couldn’t work to change and improve our relationship and leaving me clueless.
[text] What do you think of the name Caesar?
Text: Ceaser’s a wonderfully noble name. I’d say to go for it, Dani. Here’s to hoping he isn’t betrayed by his closest friends and untimely stabbed to death.
daniella-jilani:
[text] Poppy Dadda. She’s a very trendy up and coming artist.
[text] Best part about being my own boss is I can be free when I need to be. We are on your schedule, bookworm.
Text: That’s a bit of a mouthful for a dog’s name, but I can understand your immediate draw to something art related. It’s akin to me and all my Shakespearian suggestions.
Text: Alright, Dani. Does Wednesday suit you? Regardless of the fact that you schedule yourself, I know you’ve a lot you enjoy doing.
“I think I’d like to dress up for Halloween this year,” Julian said, not lifting his eyes from the newspaper he’d been glancing over. He was hesitant to do so considering costumes meant attention and that eventually led to his unease, but it’d always sounded like a fun idea to dress as one of his favorite characters and leave his own identity behind for a while. “Unfortunately, I have no experience doing so, which is why I’m asking for a bit of guidance.”
Text: Good afternoon, sir.
Text: Hi, my love. How’re you?
sir-stefano-costa:
Text: Don’t apologize. I know you have concerns after the past with what happened with us, but the difference is that I truly love you. No matter what. There’s nothing that could ever make me leave your side and I know the same of you for me. I hope we can’t get back to our unwavering trust of one another.
Text: I love you so much, Jules.
Text: I love you too, Stef. More than I can physically express with all the words in the world.
Text: Good afternoon, Miss! :-)
Text: Good afternoon Julian! How are you?
@julianxcapulet
miacapuletofverona:
Text: Well, if any of our colleagues or patrons give you a hard time, you come and let me know and I’ll address it. Life happens and giving someone a hard time about something they can’t control is hardly a good way to live your own life.
Text: From my understanding of it though, to have someone that afraid to lose you… you’re a very lucky man Julian.
Text: Sometimes it’s hard to see things like that. And Dominants definitely don’t like to show it no matter how much it might be plaguing them at the moment.
Text: Thank you.
Text: I am indeed. Far luckier than I ever thought I’d be.
Text: Regardless, it troubles me to know he was suffering in silence. I’m glad he trusted me enough to say something when he did, though, for I long to help him move on from the damage his parents have done.
