General RP All I Want Right Now, is a Little Affection (thefairone)

[RhysTheFirebird]

@thefairone

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Name: Alcius Thymon
Age: 21
Sex/Gender: Male He/Him
Looks: Alcius has slightly shaggy black hair (dyed) and pale blue eyes (almost white), with pale skin. He was born with albinisim. Stands at about 5'8. Has a thing, wiary frame with a little bit of lean muscle. Narrow shoulds, waist, and hips. Basically looks like a twig, and underfed most of the time (he eats normal, just has a high metabolism)
Clothing Style: Alcius prefers wearing 'regular' clothes. He hates anything too tight, or baggy. He prefers jeans that fit a little snuggly. Darker colored T-shirts, usually with an old, faded design, though sometimes he's seen wearing nice sweaters or something. Occasionally wears a hoodie or jacket. Prefers Converse or boots.
Personality: Maybe a little shy on the outside, but tends to be very eager to please. Has a dirty sense of humor, and loves to make others around him laugh. A sweetheart at heart, he has hard time telling people no, and usually defaults to his older brother's decisions on things.

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Alcius was quiet as he ate his breakfast. Some sort of croissant with bacon on the inside, a new favorite he'd acquired recently after trying one of the mini free samplers his favorite bakery had. Since then, the cooks had been adding them to his breakfast and today, it was all he ate, ignoring the omelette on his plate.

He sways side to side, munching down on the last bite and closing his eyes. It was amazing. Maybe he'd get another one. . . He picks up his glass of apple juice and looks to the door, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his older brother to the breakfast table.

 

[thefairone]

He'd been awake for hours already. Sitting still in bed just as the sun began to peak over the horizon and fill his large, empty room with the morning's early rays. From the outside, Alcius and Ryan appear to have a good life. One filled with riches, and everything anyone could ask for.

But appearances can be deceiving. Ryan slips from his bed at last and dresses himself. Simple shorts and a white t-shirt is all he needs now. Clothing that reveals his tanned skin. One of the few ways the 24 year old differs from Alcius. He has wider shoulders, too, and a more muscular frame as opposed to his brother's more lithe one.

But he too has a head of black hair, natural though it is. His eyes are a darker shade of blue and underlined with dark circles from sleepless nights.

The man saunters to the dining area where the smell of eggs and bacon strikes his nose. His own plate rests beside his brother. Ryan sits and pours himself coffee from the still-hot pot left in the center of the table. He sips the black coffee and turns a smile to his younger brother- the one person he'd ever felt close to. "Morning," he offers in greeting.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius smiles brightly, bouncing slightly with energy. It was a wonder where it all came from. "Morning!" He leans over, flopping himself against the other's side, revealing in the warmth and contact.

"You didn't sleep." He mumbles, seeming to know when the other rested or not. Really, he seemed to know that about anyone, though right now it was just the dark line under the other's eyes. "Maybe I should come lay on top of you later. Maybe that will make you feel better."

He looks up at Ryan, grinning fiendishly at the other before pulling back. "You want my omelet? I'm not in the mood for it." He glances at the other again.

"We should go out today. Get out of the house." He prods, trying to bring a smile to the other's face.

 

[thefairone]

Ryan always looked forward to his brother's energy. It always did bring a smile to his face, even on his worst days. "Wasn't tired," he lies in response to Alcius's accusation. In reality, he was stressing about their father. About how he needs to take care of Alcius.

Ryan doesn't respond to his teasing verbally, but instead gives him a playful shove. Hardly strong enough to make Alcius budge.

"You should eat it, Al," he encourages. "You know you need it." He uses one hand to brush some hair behind the other man's ear. Then he turns to his own plate to begin dining on his own meal.

"We can go to the park, maybe," Ryan suggests lazily. "Or.... go to see a play?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius narrows his eyes at Ryan, sending the lie but deciding against prodding further. Instead, he nuzzles his face against the other's shoulders, peering up at him. He sticks his tongue out at the shove, a cute little blep before turning to stare at the omelette. He glances at Ryan, huffing, "I don't want it! It's gross." His hyper fixation on the croissants he'd been eating had made the young man, already a picky eater, even more so.

"I'm fine. I'm thinking on another croissant." He wiggles slightly, looking up at Ryan, his pale blue eyes managing to pull off a doe eyed look.

"Do you not want to go out?" He slumps slightly, looking a little sad at the other's lazy and non-committal response. "That's okay if you don't. I can go hide in the library."

 

[thefairone]

Ryan releases a huffed breath and rests his head against the top of his brother's. "Okay. As long as you eat." The sound of metal against ceramic fills the room when Alcius's omelet is scraped onto the other plate.

"No, don't hide away. I want to spend time with you," this time his tone is more adamant. Lips plant against the top of Alcius's head through his mess of hair. "Here, we'll go to the gallery. We can look at all the paintings that balance on the line of tasteful and pornographic," he jokes. Soon enough, his plate is cleaned from the food he was served. "Eat another croissant and we'll go, okay? We'll head out before... dad gets home."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius nuzzles closer to Ryan's warmth, a tremor going through him at the mention of their father. He nods, reaching forward and grabbing another croissant that had appeared a few moments after his mention of wanting one. The servants swift and silent at pleasing the young man's wishes. Most of the servants preferred Alcius and Ryan to their father.

"Mm." He stays nestled into Ryan as he bites into the croissant, looking up at the other. "It has bacon in it." He grins slightly. "I'm still getting protein."

After a few more bites, the food was gone and Alcius stood, stretching his arms over his head. "Let's go!" He bounces excitedly, looking at Ryan.

 

[thefairone]

Ryan waits patiently for his brother to finish eating. Or as patiently as he can while his leg bounces beneath the table. But it isn't too long, and now Alcius is bouncing around excitedly. The taller male chuckles. "Alright, alright." He turns to a servant. "Have the driver pull the car around," he says. "Very good sir," replies the servant, who adjusts the tie wrapped around his collar before completing the command.

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A black car awaits the two at the front of their home. One with a privacy screen between the driver and the back seat, and plenty of room for the two to be comfortable in. Ryan waits for Alcius to slip in before he does. He gives a quick instruction to the driver and closes the privacy screen, the car pulling into drive and circling around the front of the home until it finally exits the property. "What do you want to see first? The sculptures? The paintings?" He asks.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius is quiet, letting his brother take the lead until they get out to the car. He slides in, enjoying the feel of the leather seat under the skin of his hands. "Someone seems eager to see images of nude men." He smirks, teasing the other as he settles into a seat, pulling the seatbelt on.

"Have a secret I don't know about, big brother?" He prods, leaning over and poking Ryan's upper arm. He loved teasing his brother, and innuendos was his specialty, having a dirtier sense of humor, which he was sure caused his brother a little bit of suffering.

 

[thefairone]

"Tch, shut up," replies Ryan. But his tone isn't mean. The man buckles up himself. "I just have... an appreciation for art." He shrugs, "it isn't my fault that these artists make some sexy pieces." The corner of his mouth stretched upward. "Well, maybe it's better to start at the paintings. Then we can just go in a circle and see everything." Though Ryan's pretty sure his eyes would be focused on things other than the art pieces.

Ryan glances out the tinted window while the driver pulls the vehicle into the parking lot of the gallery. The sound of a car door opening and the muffled shuffling of feet against asphalt can be heard before the door opens on Ryan's side. He slides out, and offers a hand to help Alcius onto his feet.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius snickers, "Right. And appreciation for staring at statues of naked people, no judgement, brother, I swear. But wouldn't you say the real thing is better anyways?" He reaches forward after unbuckling himself, taking Ryan's hand and uncurling from the car.

"I'm sure we could find you an art class that has nude model and you can make the statues or paintings yourself." He snickers, rolling his eyes as he pokes the other's chest with his free hand.

 

[thefairone]

Ryan keeps Alcius's hand in his, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb for a moment. He starts walking forward, shaking his head with a chuckle. "I don't think I'd do very well in an art class." He leads his brother by the hand. "But you're right, the real thing is always better. Guess I should consider myself lucky that I have the finest art piece in my line of sight at all tines,"

He says it before he can stop himself. Ryan offers no elaboration and simply keeps moving, gliding through the intricate front doors of the art gallery. They enter into a marbled room lines with paintings and small sculptures. Mostly sceneries and modern art here. The woman at the desk nods, recognizing the two. She taps on the computer, and allows the brothers to continue on their way.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius is confused by his brother's words, his brow bunching slightly as he mulls over the words. It took him a while to process, too distracted to really appreciate the art. When it hits him, it's like a slap in the face of bricks, minus the pain. "R-Ryan!" He flushes deeply, not one to consider himself beautiful, much less worthy of being the model for art.

The only way he put it together was Ryan's protectiveness, and instance that Alcius never stray too far. Not that the younger male would want to.

"That. . . Nuh uh! I am not art!" He whines, tugging on the other's hand.

 

[thefairone]

"Sshh!" Ryan cries out. Luckily, the building was hardly full so early in the morning. The man squeezes Alcius's hand gently while staring at a painting. To him, it isn't a very good one. He says as much and then says, "but others might appreciate it. They might look at this landscape and think of home. Or of their travels. Or whatever. It makes them happy."

He feels sappy. Like a bad Hallmark movie. But his gaze wanders back to his brother. "Art is subjective. Or so they say." He says it with finality, as if wanting to drop the subject. "C'mon, let's go look at the totally-not-porn room," Ryan gives Alcius a sly, naughty smirk while leading the way.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius laughs at Ryan's outburst and nods slightly at his comment. "Yeah yeah. . ." He nuzzles into Ryan's shoulder, looking up at the other. He watches his face for a moment, looking away when the other glanced at him.

"Stop talking about porn!" He hisses, following Ryan again. "It's weird!"

He blushes slightly at Ryan's smirk, wrinkling his nose and sticking his tongue out at the other again. Prick. He keeps a grip on his older brother's arm, quiet again as he glances around at the forms of art.

 

[thefairone]

Ryan walks slowly now, allowing Alcius to cling on to him comfortably. "Okay, okay. I'll stop," he says between laughs. Throughout the tour, the larger man doesn't actually seem all that interested in the art. Soon they circle the area and return to the front of the building.

Ryan pauses at one of the sculptures near the very front and studies it, then turns to study his brother instead. Mom left. Dad's an asshole. But it all made him grow to seek out affection from another source. So he welcomes Alcius's closeness. "Want to go anywhere else?" He asks.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcius is quiet as his pale eyes move over the art. He wasn't really taking it in, his cheeks flushed the whole time. He had no clue why he agreed to this, just that he did. He wasn't one to look at naked people and think 'Art'. No, his thoughts were more 'holy fucking shit, why do people let other people stare at them while nude and make stuff? It's immodest!' He didn't think it would be this bad, though. He'd hoped to enjoy himself.

Alcius was quiet, forcing himself to already try and enjoy the art and failing miserably. The moment Ryan asked if he wanted to do something else, he deflated. "Yes, I swear-- lets go get ice cream- No, wait, lets go to the bookstore!!"

 

[thefairone]

Ryan nods and exits the building with his brother. With his free hand, he shoots a text to the driver, who's quick to pull up to the front. Just as before, he opens the doors and ushers the two inside.

"Maybe I should have suggested the bookstore in the first place," says Ryan. He's learned to recognize when the younger male is uncomfortable. "I'm sorry. We can pick out as many books for the library as you want to make up for it. And we'll get ice-cream after- we have the whole day ahead of us, after all." The car rolls forward, making its way down the road. Ryan manages to buckle up just as it begins to move.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Alcuis flops into the seat, almost forgetting to buckle up, getting excited at Ryan's words. He sees the other buckle in and hastily does his own, glancing at Ryan. "It's okay. It's what you wanted to do." He snorts, "Even if you didn't enjoy it much either."

He twists his body, putting his feet up on the other's lap. "Books!" He goes quiet for a moment, the mention of having all day throwing him for a loop.

"Doesn't. . . Father have that dinner party though? The fancy one with the business?"