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“He’s a darling angel,” Kieran cooed again, hugging the boy a little and does that little kissing on Tomas’ chubby cheeks. “Latte and muffin for Kieran!” One of the barista calls, ringing a small bell on the other end of the counter.
“Oh, that’s mine,” the caregiver says, and with practiced ease and balance, he manages to carry the tray of his order without even dislodging the baby on his other arm. He chooses a two seater table by the window, sitting with a small sigh before gesturing to Anthony to join him. “You’ve probably already caught that my name is Kieran. What’s yours, mister?” He asks, bouncing Tomas a little on a knee, the boy suckling on a thumb. ______________________ Kieran. Such an interesting and unique name. Antony muses it over in his mind and smiles broadly as the barista hands him his own coffee and he follows the young man, eyeing bouncy curls and charming lips. If there ever was a muse to be had. Antony takes a seat at the table, eyes jumping from the baby boy to the man holding. Such a soft handling and with such keen eyes. “I am Antony Dimmond, but Antony is just fine.” He waited for the initial reaction, wondering if the man would recognize the name. If not - no foul. Sometimes it was nice to go about without someone recognizing the abstract work he produced.
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David did, of course remember him, never really forgot a face now, and certainly not one he’d connected with on such an unexpected level. Their encounter had been brief but the poet had made an impact on him. His smile was warm and he nodded in agreement. “I’m pleased to hear it. And I did actually, I enjoyed it very much. I hope there’s a new one to follow soon?” He had genuinely enjoyed his book too, and surprisingly found that it appealed in some strange way to his nature and what he was.
------------------------ A broad smile blossomed as Antony heard that he was not only recognized, but his writing was well liked. The warmth of pride bloomed in his chest and he leaned against the pillar in the large victorian-esque library. The book in his hands was held with careful fingers so that he may not lose it’s place. An old piece by Chaucer. “There is always a new one to follow, my friend. David, yes?” He conjured up the name, rifling through many faces. It would be rather embarrassing to start such a informal conversation without the proper naming. “I am, however, taking a break from public publishing to take on a piece for myself. Looking for a muse, a mark - “ His eyes swiveled about him, arms coming out in a dramatic swoop of gesture. “Something for the fire deep in my bones.” He settled again. “Thus why I am here. I am hoping that a bit of travel would help ignite my mind and here, well...thousands upon thousands of stories are held in these walls. What better way to be inspired but to be surrounded by same flocked feathers?”
And from pulling you down with me in here I can almost hear you scream
A Perfect Circle - Orestes (via nightmaresawakeme)
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Just as he was done with paying for his coffee and muffin, Kieran feels a tap on his shoulder. “Oh! Thank you,” the caregiver smiles, taking the dropped pacifier. He steps aside for Anthony’s turn at he counter, stuffing his wallet into the messenger bag slung over his shoulder along with a baby bottle bag that’s near slipping off. “Been practicing your throwing skills, Thomas? Such a good boy, you’re growing stronger everyday,” he cooed to the boy, who turned around to set his blue eyes on the writer again, giving another babble.
“Bah!” Thomas waves to Anthony. “And making friends! Clever boy,” Kieran chuckled, giving the man a smile. “It’s good for babies to socialize at this age, see. Gets their brain developing as they grow up,”
Oh, now those are beautiful eyes. Antony couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the man babble to the child, priding it - him - on his little nuisances. It was no secret that Antony did not fare well with children. While he wasn’t an only child himself, he did not enjoy growing up with three sisters. And when his nieces and nephews came for visits he did very well to tolerate their questions. It wasn’t until they began to get older and have opinions of their own did Antony find them of more pleasurable company. The barista at the shop already knew Antony’s order, a light roast coffee with sugar and a dash of cream, and took his offered card, swiping and ushering him away with a twinkle in her eyes. Antony winked at her as he turned to the man fully. “Why, he must be a handful. With a throw like that.” He stared down at the child, no phased by it’s persistent gaze. “And what is the name of his handler?”
The baby over Kieran's shoulder intently looks at him. Despite being in a tastefully decorated coffee shop, little Thomas thought that the man was the most interesting thing in the whole shop. A bit of spit runs down a chubby chin, the baby boy gave a small babble as Kieran was busy ordering a muffin and coffee for himself.
His thumb flicked against the screen of his phone, letting it scroll down endlessly as he read his Twitter feed and reviews on his newest book, ‘Sound and Silence’, and found that it was well received, as most of his books were. It did nothing short of quelling the pride in his chest.He stopped for a moment when he felt a pair of eyes on him and looking up he saw them. Big, wide, and blue. And drooling. A small disproving look was given before he went back to his phone. Then a babble. Antony looked up again and made a face, much like most adults who saw a child staring and the parent wasn’t looking.The baby gave a giggle, his chin covering in spittle. Antony did smile at that and pocketed his phone, staring a bit at the adults head who was holding the child. Dark chocolate curls, a slim neck to gentle shoulders. A woman if they wore a dress, but a man without mistake.With a fitful throw of a small hand, the baby threw its pacifier on the ground and laughed as Antony bent down to pick it up.“Excuse me,” He tapped the man on the shoulder, offering the now bacteria infested binky. “But your charge has dropped this.” He chuckled.
Academic Male Nude. 18th.century. Anton von Maron. Austrian 1733-1808. charcoal on paper. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com
"My, my. It has been some time."
“It has indeed. And how are you? I hope you are keeping well.”
Antony smiled. A long time since he met this man in New York, and here they are again. It was a brief encounter that they once had and now, again. Was it the fates? Was it the deity that resided over this spinning mass of water, flesh, and bone? He wasn’t sure; but then again no one really was when it came to chance counters such as these. “I am well, thank you.” Pleasantness to pass time. Did he remember him? “Did you ever finish my book? The second, I mean.”
“Hello, my darling. Did you miss me?”
there’s a hole in the world like a GREAT BLACK PIT and it’s filled with people who are filled with shit. ( written by ali // est. feb 2015 )
↳ antony dimmond moodboard
↳ antony dimmond moodboard
Bedelia: *holy shit he wants to eat me* Anthony: *holy shit they want to have sex with me* Hannibal: *lmao*
“So much, Antony,” Sam near sobs into the man’s shoulder. “Why did you have to go away? I was so lonely,”
“I know, baby. I know.” He encircles his little boy into his arms, pulling him close and holding tight. Long fingers stroke through the loose curls as he presses a kiss to Sam’s forehead. “I am so sorry that you were lonely. I was so sure someone would keep you company. Swoop you up and fill that place in your heart.”
"Anthony! Where have you been? I missed you!"
“Away, my dear boy. But I am now here. Come, let me feel your body against mine. I have missed you.” His arms stretched out, an invitation for Samuel to take.