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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 7, 2012 8:08:24 GMT
In truth he was excited and giddy as ever! He’d been ecstatic to learn that he had been hired in the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girl. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t heard tales of it before. Gypsin’s smile was practically ear to ear, as he mismatched eyes marveling at the beautiful gates he was being driven through in a small horse drawn carriage. “I must say…” He said softly with a giggle. “This is much more than I was expecting! It’s marvelous and simply stunning!” Really he was just talking to himself since the driver has tuned him out ages ago! His pale slender, not to mention perfectly manicured, fingers glided up to his face to push back his long blonde hair from mismatched eyes and from there roamed to under his shirt and vest to his corset strings. The things always seemed too loose, but today they were just right and tight. Gypsin took it upon to wear his best and fanciest corset today, after all one must a wonder first impression… and look perfect while doing it. From there the blonde rolled up his right sleeve to look at a bandage wrapped around the inside of his elbow, the product of his earlier leeching, to inspect the bandage he had used. It seemed to hold and the blood had yet to seep through enough to stain his wonderful white shirt. Once again he giggled as he rolled back down his sleeve and looked out the window again to spy the gates closing and the marvelous establishment. The only thing left to do was to check his looks, they had to be perfect. Gypsin reached in to a pocket of his red silk vest and produced a small mirror; it’s framing a smooth black and like the mirror, reflecting his young face back at him. He cast a quick gaze in it. Everything was perfect. Then the carriage seemed to stop. It was time, finally, to be welcomed to his new home. Though he still smiled he chewed on his lower soft lip and his hand wondered up to his black chocker –nothing really but a ribbon with a pendant hanging from it- and stroked the small copper coin that hung from it with the detailed imprint of Medusa’s face. He only did that when he was a bit nervous. ((I'm so sorry if it's a bit too long ^^ )
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 7, 2012 13:27:36 GMT
((OOC:Nonsense dear, it's quite alright))
Doctor Bramsfield made his way to the front door and opened it up to find a very feminine man standing nervously at the threshhold. He cleared his throat and offered his hand for a shake, tossing back his endless waves of ginger hair from his eyes, as it had fallen in front of his half-moon glasses. He looked out at the man through deeply emotional emerald eyes that always seemed to express the true alterior motive behind his mood. "Ah, you must be Mr. Faust. Welcome to my fine establishment" said the man in a soft, tenor voice.
He shook the man's perfectly manicured hand with his own dainty, practiced hand. His touch was warm but his bony fingers were cool and spidery. He stepped back to allow the other in, adjusting his coattails habitually. He'd dressed nicely in a more formal outfit to welcome his new colleague, partly in the hopes that he could impress the man. It'd been a long time since a new doctor had come to work here, and he was rightfully excited. Fresh meat, in a sense.
He led him up the grandiose but aging staircase and into his pristine but homely office. "I'd like to welcome you by offering a cup of tea. I was just about to have some myself, and I quite enjoy sharing my favourite drink with company. Would you accept?"
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 7, 2012 19:10:06 GMT
As the door opened Gypsin found his heart racing with excitement and nervousness. His smile grew wider… was that possible? He had been so anxious to meet the man standing in front of him and he'd heard a great wonderful deal about him as well. He quickly took Dr. Bramsfield's delicate hand in both of his and gave it a firm few shake. “Yes Sir I am. And what a marvelous establishment it is Sir!” He exclaimed, his clear French accent lacing every word that he spoke and his voice filled with excitement. “It’s my honor I assure you.” He nodded quickly. Something in the doctor’s eyes said something to Gypsin that he couldn’t quite place.
Despite the cold atmosphere of this place, the doctors hand was warm and Gypsin found that a very interesting concept. He took his different colored gaze from the other man’s eyes only a moment to look at their hands and then back again. He wondered the age of the man but found it impolite to ask. It was rude to ask the age of another. Wasn't it? Or was it just rude to ask a lady her age? The excitement he was feeling was much much too overwhelming for him to really concentrate on much.
If he thought the outside was marvelous than the inside was simply breathtaking. He found himself already quite found of it all and he smiled, though he wasn’t sure he even stopped smiling since he stepped out of the carriage or even before then. Once in Dr. Bramsfield’s office he let his gaze wonder again until the doctor spoke to him. “I will glady accept Sir.. “ He answered with a beaming smile. “That would simply be delightful!”
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 7, 2012 19:53:16 GMT
"Good, good. It's nice to see a young face in these halls. I'm getting older these days." Said he, "Already fourty-two. Not that I look it by any means" he scoffed, meaning to jest. He knew his face and hands aired on the older side, albeit his body was still as lean and as taut as it was twenty years ago, regardless of the scars that now covered his body from that horrid, horrid episode. He poured his guest a cup of tea and himself one as well before sitting on the settee by the fireplace.
"Please, do sit. I notice you're wearing a corset" he said quietly "If you're more comfortable sitting here on the couch so that you can lean back, I'll gladly move or you may sit beside me."
For some odd reason, the corset, the manicure, the feminine face, none of it bothered him in the slightest. He supposed he'd seen enough mad girls of every sort that a civilized but odd man didn't bother him in the slightest. He sipped his tea quietly for a moment, in a state of poise and repose, and then perked up "So tell me. You seemed quite excited to meet me. Have you heard of me before or am I just fortunate to have hired an eager employee?"
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 7, 2012 20:20:06 GMT
“Are you really? I don’t think I believe that”! he asked referring to his age. Gypsin chuckled. He wasn’t sure how old he looked. For all that he was concerned was that he looked good to everyone. Really Gypsin had gotten through most of his life on his looks. His skin, his hair, his oddly colored eyes had gotten him quite far. He once again, before taking the tea, pushed his blonde hair from in front of his eyes. The aroma of the drink was heavenly and it just made him all the more giddy.
“Pardon?” Gypsin picked himself up and sat beside the red headed man. “Oh no, please don’t get up on my behalf Sir. Sitting beside you would suite my fancy quite well. I wouldn’t want to impose in your own office.” The warmth he got from it was refreshing. He felt flattered that the older man had noticed what he was wearing even if it was on only his corset that had been noticed. He saw to it that he did wear some of his best today to impress. "Besides, It really isn't as uncomforatblt as you might think. "He replied with another chuckle.
After a moment of sitting next to him he took another sip. “Oh yes! During my short time in England, I’m from France originally you see, I’ve heard many good things about this place and about you.” He leaned back a bit and sighed. “It’s hard to find a job no a day’s. Well for me it was. But I am very much looking forward to working here.”
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 7, 2012 20:29:36 GMT
"As we're happy to have you" he said, nodding firmly. He stirred some sugar into his tea to his taste and then sat back, crossing his legs. "I do hope, though, that as wonderful as your formal attire is, you've brought with you clothes that can get dirty. We're installing you into the Leeching department, and you'll be working under Doctor Lymer. A very good man. Naggy, sometimes, but usually good at his work and very passionate.
Due to the closeness of the settee and its narrow cushions, each movement of his arm caused it to brush against the other's, and his freckled face gained a slight tint to it. He himself couldn't deny that this strange-eyed man was quite attractive. In fact, he found himself rather smitten merely on his looks. This was his type of man.
"I'm not sure I should mention this upon our first meeting, but your hair reminds me so much of my dearly departed Noel's. His was far curlier, but nonetheless." He said, addressing his long-deceased husband. "You keep yourself quite well, Mr. Faust." He nodded, pursing his lips as he tasted his tea once again to find it not to his finicky liking. He added some cinnamon and cream, and was finally satisfied with the flavour. His hand brushed lightly over Gypsin's upon reaching for the cinnamon, and he quickly withdrew, uttering his apologies, though his voice was soft and appreciative of what he'd done to himself.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 7, 2012 20:50:25 GMT
“I’ve very glad to hear it.” Once Dr. Bramsfield sat back he placed a bit of sugar in his tea and sipped at it a bit. “I would never dream of leaving home without clothing to tarnish. But I do believe a first impression must be perfect.” He stated and leaned back again to listen. “Is he? I’m so glad. Those are the best men to work with is that passionate ones.” He licked his lips quickly to moisten them. He was very relieved to hear he was being put in the leeching department, he loved the little things. Even though he used them to his own masochistic usages he was very comfortable working around them. All the things he’d heard about this place was becoming truer and truer by the moment.
Being this close was a comfort, he hadn’t really been close to another civilized man in what felt like ages. Every time he shifted to an easier breathing position he would slightly rub against the other man and he noticed the tint to other man’s face. It was indeed adorable. He seemed a bit flustered to him. With a sip of his tea he stole a glance at the man sitting beside him.
“Does it?” He asked with a tilt of his head. “I’m so happy to hear you say that. I work hard on my looks. Vain, really I know. Might I also add, You keep yourself quite well also.“ He laughed a bit before clearing his throat. “May I ask… Who Noel is? A brother perhaps?” Every time their hands brushed each other’s he smiled a bit more and when the doctor withdrew he straightened his posture. “Don’t apologize Sir. I don’t mind in the slightest.” Gypsin said, his beaming smile a bit more prominent
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 7, 2012 21:08:56 GMT
"Oh Noel was my--betrothed" he said, keeping the gender out of his statement. He knew that Noel was commonly a girl's name, and thus could be taken either way. He sensed a bit of flamboyancy about his companion that hinted at sexual deviance like himself, but didn't wish to reveal himself or his sexuality quiet yet. He cleared his throat and chuckled "I'm not really used to personal contact. I tend to keep to myself most of the time, unless I'm handling an inmate.
He finished off his tea and filled a second cup, replenishing Gypsin's cup as well to keep it hot, and turned to gaze absentmindedly at the room for a few moments. His eye caught the mismatched colour of the other man's and he found himself unable to tear away. "Your eyes are most curious" he said softly, lowly, "How strange a thing, to have heterochromia. I've only ever read about it in my books, never truly seen someone who possesses it in real life." He said, shaking his head but retaining his gaze locked upon the other. Deep wells of emotion stood behind his own eyes, and he saw that the same, to a degree, lay behind Doctor Faust's as well.
"My eyesight is bad from this far away, even with glasses, for things so minute as the details in someone's irises. Do you mind if I..." he trailed off as he leaned in a bit, squinting his eyes so the wrinkles at the corners of them stood out, giving his gant face character above his high and prominent cheekbones.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 7, 2012 22:06:15 GMT
“Oh?!” He said softly and went quiet to try and finish off his tea. He hoped he hadn’t offended or hurt the kind doctor by asking. Why now he felt quite silly for asking, he really shouldn’t have! The doctor had the prettiest of voice to him! Simply took his breath away. “I quite enjoy the contact of others. I find it comfort. But I understand that others don’t.” He smiled at the man before looking down at his tea.
He watched as Edward refilled his tea and nodded his thanks. Marvelous thing tea was! He took a sip of the now hot tea and shivered in pure delight. When he looked up from his tea he found the doctor staring right at him. “Are they?” He giggled slightly. “It is a rare thing or so I’m told. But quite exotic if I do say so myself.” He locked his gaze to Bramsfield’s green eyes. He could sense many things about him but he didn’t really want to know. He wanted it to be a surprise.
He was a bit stunned when the doctor suddenly leaned forward but he smirked. “I don’t mind at all Dr. Bramsfiedld.” He giggled then snuck in a sip of his tea. There was something very attractive about the man. Gypsin had always liked older men though. His eyes left his and scanned down his gaunt face with a bit. How beautiful it all seemed.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 7, 2012 22:16:17 GMT
He was left breathless for a moment as eye met eye, and he stammered a bit, dumbfounded. Had Gypsin also felt the electricity in the gaze? Had his heart also stuttered a bit? Or perhaps that was only because of his aging body.
He cleared his throat and finished off his second cup of tea before leaning back and getting comfortable in his corner of the settee. He uncrossed his legs and smiled a courteous smile. "So. We can either stay and chat, or I can show you across the hall to where you will be staying, and then down to the laboratory where we will be having you work. Although I'd much prefer chatting at this point."
He looked down at the fastidious appearance of the other with much zeal and zest. The more he took in Gypsin Faust, the more he found himself drawn to him. His hand again brushed the other's, but this time, it was far more than a casual and accidental bump. He had done it purposefully this time.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 8, 2012 0:05:26 GMT
He couldn’t breathe for a moment as they stared at each other. Maybe it was his corset… It must be too tight. He felt his mind go blank a moment and then he forced himself to take another sip of his drink. He wanted to giggle and ask the doctor if he liked what he saw but thought it best that he didn’t. However it was hard for Gypsin to deny that Edward was beautiful for his age. He absolutely loved that long red hair and the innocent freckles that dotted his skin. But most of all he loved the man’s amazing green eyes. They spoke unheard volumes of secrets and Gypsin wanted to know what they were!
He felt kind of sad when the doctor leaned back without a word and retreated. He quickly sipped at his cup. He thought that was the end of their meeting until the doctor spoke and he jumped at the opportunity to stay. “I’d love to chat! I’ve been stuck on a carriage all by myself for a few hours!” His smile beamed with excitement and his accent seemed a bit more prominent. He crossed his slender legs and leaned back a bit to breathe. The corset had been done up quite well, however he forgot who laced it for him. “I’m not quite ready to settle to settle down to work yet.”
Gypsin finished his tea quietly and set the cup in his lap, looking down at it. When he felt the doctors hand against a tingle ran up his spine and it delighted him even more. Even after a few minutes Gypsin was highly fascinated with the man! There was a hidden part of him that the blonde could sense and he wanted to see it! He giggled and looked up from his cup. “What kind of tea it this? I quite fancy it.” He asked softly and looked at the fireplace.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 8, 2012 1:18:24 GMT
"British Empire. A blend I make myself sometimes" he said softly, taking fascination in Gypsin's long, manicured fingers as an excuse to take his hand again. He gently lifted one of his dainty hands in both of his own and examinued it closely to his eyes. "What well-kept fingers you have" he said softly, "Quite fancy. You do this yourself?" He asked softly and smiled a bit, eyes burning with something he hadn't felt in a long time.
He pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles and set the hand back down palm first on his knee, looking up and meeting Gypsin's eyes once again. He smiled a slow smile, drawing out his dimples, and chuckled "I'm glad you like the tea and my company" he said softly, genuinely. He knew something lay behind those glittering giggles of his companion, but what- he could not decipher what.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 8, 2012 1:44:48 GMT
“That’s very interesting!” The blonde nodded and took a mental note of the name. It did indeed sound fancy. Gypsin was caught a bit off guard when Edward grabbed his hand and began inspecting it. “Why thank you!” He smiled brightly. “I do it most of the time. That is unless I can find someone to do it for me. However I am quite picky when some else does it.” He added with a prideful smirk. Sometime the man just loved to talk about himself. “I work with my hands, so why not make them look as perfect as they can yes? I could do yours if you’d like.”
A soft tint sprung to his face as he felt Edwards soft lips grace his hand. How soft those were. Was he.. was he gay? Was Doctor Bramsfield gay? He blinked and looked down at his hand. That caught him very much so off guard! Gypsin wasn’t the smartest person when it came to some things, and determining sexuality wasn’t on his list of skills. Now he felt like the two were playing a game of questions and guessing. He quite enjoyed it. His beaming smile got even brighter. “I’m more a people person I suppose. I like being in the company of others that are interesting.”
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Sept 8, 2012 2:50:05 GMT
"Ah. I can be social when necessary, but I am on average a recluse. I hide away in here with my son and raise him best I can" said Doctor Bramsfield as his eyes burned. Though he spoke of sentimental things, his eyes shone with something more lusting. He was finding himself very interested in Gypsin, but he would let the man make the next move. He had made his advances, and now would wait and allow the other to be the one to act upon his judgement.
"So, ehm," he cleared his throat, trailing off. He wasn't quite sure at this point what to say or do. He found himself dumbfounded by the other's looks and personality--in a good way. He chuckled at his own ignorance and shook his head "My apologies. I find myself at a loss for words at the moment." He set down his empty teacup after staring hard at the leaves for a lack of anything better to do with his eyes, and straightened up to stretch his back before getting comfortable.
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Post by Gypsin Alistair Faust on Sept 8, 2012 3:08:22 GMT
“You have a child?” He asked leaning closer. “You’re not… you’re not married are you? May I ask? Feel free to tell me to be quiet.” He said with a laugh. He adored children! Men with fatherly instinct were just the cutest things to him. Not to mention it was very attractive. “How old is he?” Well… He supposed it was time to find out if he was gay or not, though he assumed he was, and he inched closer and placed his hand on the doctor’s knee. He really wanted to ask if he was the child of him and Noel, but he mentally kicked himself in to not doing it. He didn’t want to upset the man. For some reason he found himself nervous again and his mind and mouth was jumping from place to place.
He quickly moved his cup from his lap and set it down. “Forgive me… I get excited easily.” He giggled and his eyes flashed a bit in an odd way. He looked at the cups then, as if distracted. He didn’t see tea leaves, but small insects crawling around and his smile lessened a bit. Gypsin forced himself to turn a away quickly from the things. “I’m sure it gets lonely here… without Noel… Forgive I shouldn’t have said that.” He gave the man a soft smile and withdrew his hand. However he did move an inch closer again very causally. This man was… very charming to him. He found Edward to his liking. In more than a friendly way.
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