#soistoppedhimlaughing

[mott-dandy]

"You know...I was a lot like you when I was a young, spry thing like yourself." A hollow chuckle. "I see a lot of myself in you. It'd be a shame if you got yourself caught before reaching your full potential."

Cerulean eyes rolled as the words, ‘when I was young' came out of the mans mouth. With that he'd made it yet another lecture Dandy did anything but care for. “If you wish to hold my attention and get anything to stick in my mind you'll have to refrain from speaking as though you are one hundred years of age and I am nine. Pick up the pace, what is your point?”

[anempathsbecoming]

What exactly are you going for in your daily attire? Because all I see is the Brawny Man staring morosely at an empty paper towel roll. :/

Um, comfort mostly? I’m not really a ‘haute couture’ sort of guy.

…

May I ask who you are, and why you’re so concerned about my appearance?

[afteryourdeathormine]

*hands business card* Let me know if you're ever in need of a sponsor~. ;)

Hannibal didn't bother to look down at what the card did--or did not--profess about the man in front of him. The darkness of his eyes was far more telling than words would have been. It wasn't often that Hannibal encountered someone with more blood on their hands than he had on his own outside of jail cells and institutions, and it always sent an electric signal to the part of his brain that allowed one predator to recognise another, lest there be any confusion.

"How kind. However, I cannot foresee needing sponsorship."

[soistoppedhimlaughing-blog]

He wears a grin that doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he stalks closer to the lofty, ethereal creature and examines his robes. “You sure do talk pretty, don’t you~?” Jim chuckles, pushing at the gum in his mouth with his tongue. “Yes…” His nearly black eyes trail up and down the other’s tall, elegant frame and he gives a hum of approval. “You aren’t human, are you? Let’s see…fae king? Nymph? Elf?’ 

[knowofdragonfire]

The Elvenking did not bat the mortal's hand away from the fine of his robes, an elegant arc of his arm, his hands splayed out against the broad of the man's chest, sinking into the grey of the unfamiliar alien tunic.

A twitch of the lips, a spark flaring within the depths of azure, lips wet, a soft sigh which sizzled like the embers of a dying flame from the roof of his mouth.

--such eyes, never had Thranduil gazed upon. An infinite inkiness--a madness, a threat to consume and swallow, a harsh slap of futile reality--

            “--slander me you do with such meager titles. I am far beyond a mere stature of being--I am the rule."

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

Sherlock Holmes~.

That is, indeed, my name.

*removes coat*

[usuallyfine]

+5

"I wasn't expecting company, but, ah...hi, anyway, I guess."

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

;) Hello there. While I'm sure I already know the answer, do you prefer Raphael or Michelangelo?

After some minor research, I have to say Michelangelo.

Though my favourite renaissance artist is Leonardo da Vinci.