sidney clifton rowe 🍒🎲🎲 • 25 ✗ the older, cuter rowe twin 💁🏾♀️ ✗ drag queen, nail tech + medium in that order 🪩 • wear something slutty to my funeral or don’t come 💋
(LUKA SABBAT, 25, HE/HIM/SHE/HER) Have you seen [SIDNEY ROWE] around Faerune? They’re a [MEDIUM] who [IS NEUTRAL ABOUT] restoring the Seelie Court. People have heard they’re [VIBRANT; LOVING; & SELF-ASSURED] but can also be [DRAMATIC; HEADSTRONG; & DIRECT]. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a [NAIL TECH & DRAG QUEEN]
x Sidney, of course, grew up in the same household as Sutton (raised by their mother and grandmother and the rest of the ancestors they always had filling their house)
x Unlike his brother Sidney he got into far less trouble (even if he had a bigger mouth). Sutton used his fists Sidney used his words… Maybe he did get into just as much trouble just not with the LAW.
x Both he and Sutton are artists at heart. Whereas Sutton focused on poetry and visual arts, Sidney pursued dance and music. He got into drag from a young age. He was meant to preform. Sutton didn’t want to be in the spotlight, that was fine; Sidney would gladly soak it all up.
x The drag scene in Faerune is fine but he wanted to see the world. Sid left the nest earlier than Sutton, moving to Hollywood in the hopes of making it. He did well for himself. Forming relationships always came far easier to him. He’s charming and confident and it didn’t take long for him to get engaged. He was with his ex fiance for four years.
x Sid and his ex fiance split recently — they’re “””taking a break””” — and suddenly LA felt suffocating.
x while through the years he’s come back for holidays/vacations/birthdays etc. it was never to stay. Now he’s not sure what he’s doing. He figured he’d take Founder’s Day as a much needed break from Beverly Hills. He’s still deciding if he wants to stay in Faerune or move back to the states.
x Even though it isn’t the biggest, flashiest city — there’s a magic about Faerune Sid knows he can’t find anywhere else. That and family makes staying for a while more palatable. He’s calmed down a lot from the wild teenager that he was years ago. He still likes a party, don’t get him wrong, but he works jist as hard.
x As of right now he’s doing nails at the salon (a gig he’s had on and off for years since he was a teenager) and in the pm performing at the various clubs in Faerune. He also braids hair and makes wigs for people (but that’s all under the table)
x Sidney’s drag name is Petty Labelle. I imagine his style is very Shea Coulee/Naomi Smalls. He is an excellent dancer/performer and often incorporates stand up in his act. Sometimes he’ll just do comedy, sometimes he’ll dance, it depends on what the venue calls for.
-10s 10s 10s across the board; a very kind warm disco energy with this one. He does lack a filter, but doesn’t go out of his way to be nasty to people. That’s bullshit. Sid’s the friend that wont mince words or coddle you because he cares deeply about you. And he will be the first to come to your or a strangers defense. He’s made people cry with his sharp ass tongue before, he won’t hesitate if you’re acting a fool.
Sid scrunched his nose, shooting back: “Then why’d you ask?” Sid and Ellis’ and Sutton and Ellis’ perspective relationships spanned the spectrum of brotherhood. On one hand you had Sutton who would do most anything to protect either Sidney or Ellis. And then there was Sid who… Often had to stop himself from smacking both his twin and his twins bestie’s foreheads and tell them to stop breathing his air, “– See, he told me the same thing, verbatim, so that means it’s a big ass deal actually.”
He quirked a brow at the offer, “…So you’re seeking me out and offering me food? Are you sick? Are things really that bad? The fuck happened?”
Sid scooted over, waving a hand at the space beside him. He took a lemon square, “Alright. Sit. – What’d you lace them with this time?”
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“Because I was surprised to see you here” Ellis said as if that hadn’t been obvious. “or maybe since we both said it that means it’s not. People don’t talk to each other all the time. I’ve not talked to you more times than I can count” That was where the difference was though. Outside of when there was an actual physical distance between the two, Ellis had never not talked to Sutton.
“It’s just fucking weed. It takes more effort to collect plants from the feywild for anything else, so I don’t give that shit away for free.
“I do come back for every holiday, Ellis. But, yeah, ✨surprise✨.” Sidney quipped back before a snort escaped him, “You can be serious. We,” he motioned between himself and Ellis, “Tolerate each other at best. Our relationship is not even comparable. Please. I’m not dumb, and neither are you. We both know what’s going on but I’ll leave it there.”
He bit into the lemon square, “Well, thanks. How generous of you. Everything I can offer you in return you won’t want so I’ll… buy you a lottery ticket or somethin. — I’m surprised you’re here. I thought you were allergic to people and fun.
“Hold on. You’ve never been to a drag show?– Mm, ok that’s where I know you from. Anyway…” the medium was obviously more concerned about the lack of padding and lip syncing in Edgar’s life than his presence on a mobile app. “In this queers humble opinion everybody has to: 1) see a drag show and 2) do drag at least once in their life.” Sidney easily weaved his arm through Edgar’s walking him along the dock, “Twice a month I host a drag bingo at The Hyacinth. – I’m telling you, it’s absolutely not just for the elderly, and all the proceeds go to the aids fund. You should come!” He looked Edgar over, “It’s a little more…” How did he say this nicely, “– Casual. A little less skin. At least to start you off with.” He pulled out his phone, eyes focused on the screen, “What’s your name then, sweetheart? You’ll be my guest.”
But he was getting ahead of himself. Again. “If you want, I mean.” Glancing back up at Edgar Sidney played with the end of his braided locs handing at his shoulder, “Sorry. I’m trying to be better about… being overwhelming. – It’s Sidney by the way. Shame we didn’t match, I could’ve gotten you to a show sooner.”
x
Edgar shook his head with an apologetic smile. “No. I just never really had the time.” That was…sort of correct. The vampire did have a busy schedule, especially when finals came around.
His eyes widened at the implication that he should dress in drag one day. That was a resounding no thank you, but he would try to be as polite as possible about it if it ever came to it.
The vampire’s cheeks puffed out at the offhanded insult to bingo. “Hey! I like bingo!” And he was certainly not elderly, thank you very much.
He blinked, almost missing what Sidney had said in his offended skin. “T-to start off with? Oh, no, no. I’m willing to try the event but anything more risque is definitely not for me.” Edgar waved his hands around, trying to dispel the other man from any sort of ideas.
With a sigh Edgar realized he’d been weasled into an event with a man he didn’t even know with the force of a typhoon. It…was exhausting, to say the least. “Edgar Wayne. And I don’t mind. Like I said, I’m willing to try the bingo. It actually sounds kind of fun.”
Edgar was more elderly than Sidney was and Sidney could already tell this man had the disposition of somebody’s grandmother (and not the Mama Z type of grandmama), so there.
“Alright, chill. I like bingo too, I host it, relax…” Sidney paused, stepping in front of Edgar so the man could see his look of disbelief fully, “You just said… Anything more than bingo is too risque for you?” No wonder they didn’t match — Edgar was cute enough but, jesus.
“So… what is it you like to do for fun? I’m genuinely curious.” A pause, “One of the prizes is free entry to a show at Violet so I’ll go ahead and make a mental note to not put you in the running for that…”
“Mm. You got it right away.” Sid sat, pleased. “That’s a record.”
He offered an amused snort at the observation, “Oh, he’s not.” turning to face Ryan, Sid continued as if they had known each other for years. “You open his closet and it’s all black. He has to spend time finding blacks that match. Can you imagine? I can’t borrow anything from him and vice versa.” He smirked, peering at Ryan over the frames of his sunglasses, “It’s Sidney. I’m the fun one. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Aren’t all blacks just … black?” Ryan asked, confused as to why Sutton would need to find matching blacks. He shook his head, finding it a little strange that Sidney was saying ‘finally’ meet you. He didn’t think anyone who had heard about him would be in a rush to meet. “Nice to, uh, meet you too.”
Sidney tilted his head at the younger man, letting his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose.
“I’m exaggerating, to be annoying, don’t worry.” A gentle smile, examining Ryan’s face for a moment, “You don’t get it do you?” Sidney leaned back, basking in the sun, terminally unbothered, “Ellis and Sutton are like hermit crabs: They hide in their shell and if you get too close they’ll snap at you.” He flipped a loc over his shoulder, “But if handled correctly? They’re docile. It takes a certain kind of person to win them over. So meeting a friend of theirs is a big deal. That just doesn’t happen.”
But Sidney cared little about Ellis or his brother.
“But talk to me about you, fuck them kids. What are your hobbies? What’s your instagram?” He pulled out his phone, “I’ll follow you.” He blew a bubble of gum absentmindedly, “— My handle is my drag name so you’re not confused.”
Sid exhaled, “That’s why I’m telling you need to give yourself some slack sometimes, damn.” He slipped a hand into his pocket, the other placed firmly on his hips, “Here.” And then impatiently, “Go on take it.”
He held out a little box.
“You find the best shit at estate sales in Hollywood…” The tie clip gave him 80’s daddy energy so he had to pick it up.
But it wasn’t like they had much time for pleasantries before the ground shook and they were separated.
[txt >> bernie 🐻]: a moth queen just rose up from Hell and now we’re trapped in a mother fuckin snowglobe like work we love a crystal moment but like what the fuck??
[txt >> bernie 🐻]: but you know what ur so right sis I just wont worry about it
[txt >> bernie 🐻]: i just thought out of the kindness of my heart id check in on you considering you’re out of a job now? Remember? That job that kept you sooo busy and sooo stressed and was soo important
“Wow. Ouch, my feelings.” Sid pressed a hand against his chest, feigning insult, “That’s ok. It’s fine. I forgot you’re a ~young professional~ now. That’s fair, we love a girl boss.” He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, “So what’s new with you, Bernie? – And don’t say you’ve been busy with work; I won’t accept that as an answer. Last time I saw you I left your face covered in red lipstick under the mistletoe it’s been months.”
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“Nothing is new” he shook his head “just being dedicated to the job.” Sid had told him not to say it, but it was the truth, and he couldn’t lie. “you know I took over this job right before all this mess started. It’s been very very time consuming and downright exhausting at times.”
Sid exhaled, “That’s why I’m telling you need to give yourself some slack sometimes, damn.” He slipped a hand into his pocket, the other placed firmly on his hips, “Here.” And then impatiently, “Go on take it.”
He held out a little box.
“You find the best shit at estate sales in Hollywood...” The tie clip gave him 80’s daddy energy so he had to pick it up.
But it wasn’t like they had much time for pleasantries before the ground shook and they were separated.
Edgar scratched at his cheek in consideration. “I have, a long time ago though. You would have been rather young at the time.”
He shook his head. “O-oh no. I’ve never been to one of those…shows.” Even the thought of them was a bit much for the vampire.
His eyes widened in shock and embarrassment at the last question. “Aah uh…sometimes?” It was mortifying, admitting to use the dating app from time to time.
xxx
“Hold on. You’ve never been to a drag show?-- Mm, ok that’s where I know you from. Anyway...” the medium was obviously more concerned about the lack of padding and lip syncing in Edgar’s life than his presence on a mobile app. “In this queers humble opinion everybody has to: 1) see a drag show and 2) do drag at least once in their life.” Sidney easily weaved his arm through Edgar’s walking him along the dock, “Twice a month I host a drag bingo at The Hyacinth. -- I’m telling you, it’s absolutely not just for the elderly, and all the proceeds go to the aids fund. You should come!” He looked Edgar over, “It’s a little more...” How did he say this nicely, “-- Casual. A little less skin. At least to start you off with.” He pulled out his phone, eyes focused on the screen, “What’s your name then, sweetheart? You’ll be my guest.”
But he was getting ahead of himself. Again. “If you want, I mean.” Glancing back up at Edgar Sidney played with the end of his braided locs handing at his shoulder, “Sorry. I’m trying to be better about... being overwhelming. -- It’s Sidney by the way. Shame we didn’t match, I could’ve gotten you to a show sooner.”
Brows furrowed as he looked up at the other man. “I’m…not really sure what those are. I’m sorry?” It was supposed to be a statement but came off more as a question. Edgar shook his head. “Again, I’m sorry. Nothing rings any bells for me.”
xxx
“Have you been to California? Manhattan?” Sidney rattled off, looking the man over. “Do you go to drag shows? Comedy shows?” A pause, “LA Pride Parade 2021? I was the one on the big ass swan float... -- I mean I was a woman at the time but...” His voice trailed off. It was his gentle adorableness that made it all click -- that puppy dog eyed look on his face that said ‘I don’t do this often and I’m a bit nervous.’
Bernardo was busy sending a text to someone when he felt the fingers on his shoulders, followed by the hands suddenly covering his eyes. He let out a sigh, knowing exactly who was behind him even before he’s told to ‘guess who.’
“You were gone?” he raised a brow at him, “Huh, I didn’t even notice” the fae is obviously teasing somewhat. He had noticed, but he also had been quite busy, even more so than usual since he’d gotten the position as council secretary.
xxx
“Wow. Ouch, my feelings.” Sid pressed a hand against his chest, feigning insult, “That’s ok. It’s fine. I forgot you’re a ~young professional~ now. That’s fair, we love a girl boss.” He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, “So what’s new with you, Bernie? -- And don’t say you’ve been busy with work; I won’t accept that as an answer. Last time I saw you I left your face covered in red lipstick under the mistletoe it’s been months.”
“Hold the… uh…” James frowned not sure what was going on. “Wait. What?” Why was he referring to himself?
Ah.
That made sense. Was he really to blame though? He didn’t exactly know Sutton well. “Sidney. Right.” James shook his hand. “Sorry. Sutton didn’t tell me he was a twin. I was suppose to meet him here so I just assumed. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
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Sid smiled, patting James’ shoulder, “It’s so fine. Don’t worry about it.” his response to Sutton not telling James about him was the gentle roll of his eyes, “I’m not surprised. Him and the other one.” He glanced around briefly before spotting Ellis with Ryan at the little fishing game, motioning in their direction, “It was like pulling teeth to get Sutton to tell me they weren’t talking. Usually they’re attached at the hip... -- Oh, please, no. Not even.” Sid shook his head, “I’m a drag queen, man. It takes far more than someone confusing me with my twin to make me uncomfortable. Damn sure not the first time it’s happened... You smoke?” He was going to take a break from the bustle, “Sutton will be fine. Walk with me.” motioning with his head he expected the man to follow, offering a cigarette, “So you know my name, only fair I get to know yours.”
Ryan glanced over at the guy who approached him, at first thinking it was Sutton but there was something off. From the vibes he got off the guy when they met, it seemed unlikely he’d wear this type of outfit.
“Uh, sure,” he said at the question, gesturing to the lounger next to him. “So are you like … Sutton’s twin or something? He doesn’t really seem like a … pink crop-top and acrylics guy.”
xxx
“Mm. You got it right away.” Sid sat, pleased. “That’s a record.”
He offered an amused snort at the observation, “Oh, he’s not.” turning to face Ryan, Sid continued as if they had known each other for years. “You open his closet and it’s all black. He has to spend time finding blacks that match. Can you imagine? I can’t borrow anything from him and vice versa.” He smirked, peering at Ryan over the frames of his sunglasses, “It’s Sidney. I’m the fun one. Nice to finally meet you.”