Artsy bitch, but not really

Louie Edward Moreau. 29. Art curator. If you know my full name and dare share it with anyone my fist will have to meet your mouth.

[richmond-shepard]

@louie-moreau

It was a nice day. Well, at least the weather had been nice to him as he was finally sat down in the restaurant's terrace. It was the first lunch break he was going to be able to enjoy some nourishment he wouldn't have to wolf down between takes. Rich was incredibly grateful that he had been casted into the two new projects that he hadn't even thought about how he was already burning the midnight oil with the new season's promo before diving in headfirst. Even if it only was a couple hours, he needed the time alone... oh, fuck that. His head immediately shot up, forgetting all about the menu as he saw him on the street. Richie did a double take as he finally put a face to the feeling that came crashing into his chest. Composing himself into the most dazzling smile in his repertoire, he called out to Louie in a voice louder than was needed at that distance. "Well, slap my ass and call me Sally, if it ain't Mr. Eds himself." He laid back into his seat, opening his arms to the empty space before him. "C'mon, can an old friend tempt you to a spot of lunch?" That fucking particular word still left a bitter taste in his mouth and he could only focus on his expression not faltering as he spoke. Richie knew he could act his little heart out anywhere, but all talent failed when it came to Eddie. "Haven't seen you in a while." I missed your stupid face.

[louie-moreau]

The sun felt nice. Not being hungover also felt nice. He'd been partying less this last year but still... a little more relaxation couldn't hurt. Especially since he saw the effort Atty made to go to most of those parties with him... even if he did try to hide it. And Louie kinda didn't want to go to most of them without him. So maybe more slow nights out, dinner, a movie... or skip to the staying in and doing what they wanted to indoors. A noise caught his attention, a familiar voice that had his heart hammering against his chest before his brain could put a face and name to it. He turned towards the sound, trying not to cringe. He'd forgotten how now every time he walked out he was liable to running into Richie and getting a full on anxiety attack. It was definitely easier when he could just watch his movies and pinch the inside of his hands when he felt he was getting too caught up looking at him. "Uh. I kinda already have a lunch da..." Louie's voice sputtered out as he stopped before he forcibly did this to himself. He couldn't keep running and disengaging himself from any interaction with Richie. First of all, he still couldn't stand the idea of seeing any disappointment in his eyes. Not that he'd be that disappointed, he probably had tons of people to hang out with now, he was a movie star. But still. Also, he didn't really want to walk away... he never did, he was just scared and he didn't like feeling like that scared kid again. Whilst his internal monologue kept his mind occupied, his body took control and by the time he focused again he was already pulling out the free chair in the table. "Yeah, kinda busy with the last exhibition." Louie mumbled. "Hey Rich..ie." He cleared his throat. "How're you doing?"

[atticus-sinclair]

"Hi." The wave of relief that hit Atticus once Louie had walked right towards him was threatening to drown him entirely, along with every single thought out of his head. Since when had he this kind of visceral reaction to seeing him? Yes, of course there was the obvious matter in which they had finally acted upon certain urges that neither of them had acknowledged until then and... he was talking, Louie was talking to him and had his wrist in his hand and Atticus could only pray his face didn't reflect his panic and the queasy (but warm) feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Thank you. I–I don't know what happened. Everything was so loud." In contrast, his thoughts came out in a thin string of words, looking at the other man with plain gratitude. "Haven't had the pleasure." Atticus focused on regulating his breathing, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and forgoing the possibility of not blushing all together. "Apparently I'm a creature of habit and I'm fond of peach." He offered with a weak smile, one that quickly turned into an eye roll after the last comment, trying not to focus on what Louie's hand had just done. "Can you blame me for having exhausted my patience? They're selling kombucha with the same aggressiveness someone offers you a new credit card over the phone." Atty sighed, his eyes suddenly finding the concrete under his steps really interesting. "Uh- so, uh, how you've been?"

[louie-moreau]

Louie was trying to bite his lip without making it too obvious because he felt like that little pain was the only thing that was helping him stay focused and acting like a normal person right now. What is wrong with you? He'd always been able to banter with Atticus, even sneer at his brother's "nerdy" friend when he felt like being an ass. But he didn't seem so nerdy anymore... and his "brother's friend" isn't exactly what he pictured when he thought of him now. "Oh yeah, no, I get it. Sensory overload." He nodded in agreement. He'd dealt with stuff like that his whole life. He nodded once again at his words, relief flooding him at the normalcy of the conversation. "Right. That's one way to describe it." He offered him a shit-eating grin. "Boring would be another one, you know?" He gave the other's shoulder a quick pat that he instantly regretted, but at least he was able to contain himself from clenching his hand again. "You should try it next time! Sounds just as lame as schnapps, maybe even more so." He tried not to blush at the little giggle that escaped him. What the hell was that about? For some reason Atticus averting his eyes made him nervous again. "Good you know... being a jackass mostly. Went to a really bad party last night, got there at ten and people were puking by eleven. Super gross. Left early.” Really, that’s what you’re going with? He kicked himself mentally. “How about you?” 

[atticus-sinclair]

"No, no. That's alright, I– uh, I'll just come back next week. Thank you so much for your ti–" Atticus sighed, unable to bring himself to interrupt the lively group of college students that were so fervently blocking the entrance to the park with some sort of dynamic that was designed to force him to tear more words out of his throat than what he felt like giving today. "I really do need to–" Atty felt his shoulders slump, opting to focus on taking a long drag of his cigarette and giving up on maintaining any expression other than a pained one, not like that particular lot would notice. All he wanted was to take a long walk, clear his head away from his life for a bit... and stop the damned twitching of his hands. "I really don't mean to be a bother but..." The string of words died on his lips as he took the cigarette out of his lips, a shaky breath leaving his heavy lungs before shooting the new face in the distance a misguided look of helplessness.

[louie-moreau]

Louie swallowed and tried to will the lump on his throat to dissolve. He'd noticed the familiar figure standing there and had not known what to do. After the last time he'd seen Atticus there was a very confusing mixture of feelings that had left him with a permanent cause of acid reflux and a weird desire that he was not able to squelch no matter what (or who) he tried to do do distract himself. As he approached, the other man's face became clearer and he noticed his distress. Louis forced himself to ignore the weird feeling blooming on his stomach at the sight of him and the protective urge that seem to push him toward Atticus before he could further consider his options. "Hey." He let out, inmediately chastising himself. "Come with me, I know a way to get around them more quickly." Louis wasn't stopping to let himself think as he gently grabbed the other's wrist and pulled him back. After a couple of steps he let go and gestured for him to follow. "So what's up? Have you tried a new flavor of schnapps yet?" He asked, desperate to fill up the silence and try to act normally. "Or have you been too busy glaring at random people outside the park?" He clenched and unclenched the hand that had been holding Atty's wrist just a minute earlier.

[sweater-guys]

Lucas Bravo