forum A Gentleman? // OxO // Closed

Started December 09, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Elizabeth and Jules were over to the side, talking quietly about different things.

Jack smiled. "I'm English, on my Tour. We're just stopping through this city." He replied calmly, smiling at Alexei.

Francis stood quietly beside them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

“I see,” Alexei nodded, smiling back at him. Eventually he couldn’t stand his head anymore and lifted his hand to scratch his head, “Pardon me, Monsieur, my wig is very ah … itchy today,” he laughed.

Jack laughed a little. "Don't worry about it. I hate wigs, personally. Can't stand them." He smiled at Alexei. "So, do you live around here?" He asked curiously.

Elizabeth looked over at Francis. "Oh, hello." She greeted. "We were just talking about some of the shows that Jules has seen here."

“Oh, I cannot see why you would hate them,” he laughed, a bright and bubbly sort of laughter. “I live a few miles out of town. In the country.”

“How interesting,” Francis smiled, looking at Jules, “Which shows have you seen?”

Jack smiled lightly. "Ah, that's lovely." he replied, wishing he had a drink in his hand. But that wasn't really possible at the moment. He gave a quick smile to Alexei again.

Alexei smiled back, “And you live in England. In the country?” He held his empty glass in his non dominant hand, holding it by the rim at his side. He gave Jack a quick once over before returning his gaze to his face.

Jack nodded, noticing the once over. He flashed his dimples again, leaning against the wall slightly as he looked at Alexei. "Yes, I do." he replied, eyes flickering over Alexei in a way that was almost blatantly flirtatious.

Jules, who had hesitated for a moment, blinked and seemed to refocus. "Ah, I do not precisely recollect their names, Monsieur Olivier. My apologies."

Alexei leaned against the wall beside Jack, looking sideways at him. He grinned back and nodded, translating something in his head before saying it out loud. “I live in a manor. Do you live in a manor too?” He rested his head on the wall to watch Jack closely, laughing softly as if he was having fun with this.

“Oh, that’s alright, Monsieur,” Francis dismissed, “They’re often complicated names, anyway.”

Jack nodded a little bit. "Yes, I do." he replied. "Although technically I suppose that it is my father's, I shall inherit it someday." Provided I don't mess up again and fall in love with another boy. He swallowed slightly, shaking his head very minutely.

Jules dipped his head in a nod. "Alright. What have you seen?" he asked.

(Happy New Year!)

(Happy New Year to you as well! :D)

“Inherit,” Alexei echoed, furrowing his brow to remember what the word meant. “Ah!” His face lit up with recognition. “You will… inherit the manor, Oui. That is what I did, not long ago. A year, half of a year perhaps?” He tapped his finger against the empty glass, “It gets solitaire, that is why I come here.”

“Hm,” Francis sighed through his nose, “It’s been too long since I’ve gone to one. I was too young to comprehend the title or the plot,” he chuckled.

Jack nodded a little bit. "Yes. Oh, that makes sense." at the words about it getting solitary, he nodded a little bit. "Yeah, I understand that." he said with a smile. "And hey, if you're lonely, where better to go than the big city?" he smiled up at Alexei.

Jules let out a soft laugh. "Ah, I understand that. Perhaps you will see one while you are here in France?"

“Précisément,” he replied. “I rarely spend time at my house. Only to sleep there, if even then,” he admitted. He looked up to the ceiling, then back to Jack. He’d caught Jack’s flirtatious look from earlier, and he didn’t seem to mind.

“Perhaps,” Francis nodded. Maybe now that he was older, he would be able to follow along with the plot. Only then would he be able to truly enjoy another opera. “Is there one on soon?”

Jack smirked a little bit. "Ah, I see. Then were do you sleep, monsieur, if not in your home?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He wondered if Alexei was like him; that would be quite an interesting way to spend time.

Jules checked the time. "In about half an hour, I believe." he replied with a quick smile.

“Ehm, sometimes Inns. Some times I am invited by hospitalier people into their houses for the night. They don’t like me riding home alone on my horse in the dark,” he gave a lopsided smile back. It closely resembled a smirk.

“Half an hour,” Francis echoed, “Were you expecting to see this one?”

Jack nodded a little. "So you spend your nights in inns and others homes." He replied slowly. What about their beds? He blinked, running a hand through his hair.

Jules shrugged. "If you and the Montagues would like to, then yes." He replied.

“Not every night, but…oui, sometimes. “He nodded slowly, taking Jack’s reaction as disapproval. “The others’ homes are eh, how you say, family friends.”

“I’m willing to watch a show,” he glanced over at Elizabeth, “As long as you are willing.”

Jack smiled a bit. "I mean…I wouldn't disapprove if they weren't." He replied, listing his head to one side and looking at the Frenchman with raised eyebrows. "Besides, I've done the same, many a night."

Elizabeth blinked. "Oh, of course." She replied with a quick smile. "That would be lovely."

Jules smiled. "Then…we only need monsieur Montague." He replied.

“Oh, have you?” Alexei shifted. He curled his leg back and rested his foot on the wall. He raised his eyebrows back at Jack in return. “Many people disapprove. Say, How much french do you know?”

Francis glanced over at Jack and the other man, “Monsieur Montague seems to be happy…socializing, or whatever he’s doing.”

Jack nodded. "Yeah, I have." He frowned. "Juste un petit peu. Pas assez pour une bonne communication. Je sais comment dire "merci", "vous êtes les bienvenus" et "vous avez de beaux yeux". C'est ça.." He said, looking at Alexei.

Jules glanced over as well. "I…yes, I see. We should still speak to him, non?"

“Aha,” he laughed at the last comment Jack knew how to say. “That’s good, because Je n'ai jamais embrassé un homme,” He lowered his voice, and lifted his hand to scratch his head again.

“We should interrupt anyway, I think,” Francis sighed, “Before he disappears.”

Jack cocked his head a little bit, a slow smile spreading on his face. "And…do you consider that a good thing, or a bad thing, monsieur?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Alexei curiously.

Jules frowned a little. "There is not anywhere for him to really disappear to, Monsieur Olivier." he said slowly.

“Depends,” he answered with a toothy grin. “To be honest, I wasn’t hoping you would not understand that.” He laughed, “But I’m glad you did.”

“Let’s hope not…” he kept watching Jack. “Should we dare ask him about the show now?”

Jack leaned just a little closer to Alexei, his smile turning daring, a troublemaker's smile and a gleam in his eyes. "Hm. What does it depend on?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Jules looked over, and sighed softly. "I do not know. You would know him better than I do."

“On the person,” Alexei replied. Even quieter, in a hushed voice he added, “And where we are.” He turned so he could face Jack instead of looking at him over his shoulder.

“I don’t know either, I only just met him yesterday. Elizabeth?” He glanced over to her for her input.

Jack smirked, eyes traveling over Alexei. "In that case…why don't we find somewhere private, and I can show you what embrasser un autre homme is like." he met Alexei's eyes.

Elizabeth let out a breath. "I don't know. I don't see much of my brother, and when I do…" she shrugged a little, not wanting to say something more in front of Jules.