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[cakeprince]

(With his bag left at the door he has no other baggage in hand so he simply just stays seated where he is, trying not to even think of tipping something over the way Ambrose suggests. Perish the thought. The things in here cost more than his Hermès collection, he's sure.)

I can understand that - the light thing, I mean.

(He has to admit he's gotten used to it, though, the light coming through his window through the curtains that are so thin they might as well not even really be curtains at all. While Ambrose is out procuring the glasses and pouring the wine, Seunwoo does take note of the disarray on the vanity. It's a little bit of something "normal" in this otherwise picturesque setting. At least he can take solace in the fact that this well-put-together man has problems with his make-up too. After all, looking effortlessly good does take several hours of preparation in his experience. Your hair just doesn't fall perfectly into place without some styling. What he doesn't know is it's probably really difficult to apply make-up on your face when you can't even see it in the reflection of the mirror.

When Ambrose returns with the glasses - long-stemmed things, he's sure - he smiles at him and bows his head in thanks as he accepts it before moving to the side so that the other man may sit alongside him if he wishes.)

Thank you. And I'm not Godzilla or anything like that, so no rampaging through your wonderful place nor tipping things over, I think.

(With a little laugh, he begins to swirl the thick, heady liquid around in the swell of the glass to prime it for drinking. They might both be country rubes playing at being nobility but will either of them admit to that? It's anyone's guess, after all, with Seunwoo wearing high fashion like it's going out of style and Ambrose styling himself like an aristocrat out of the 1800s in France.)

So. Tell me about yourself. I know you aren't familiar with clubs and nightlife. What are you familiar with?

(Hiding a grin by raising the glass to his lips to sip, his eyes still display the mirth with their little sparkle and glimmer. He hasn't much of an idea about this one but it does seem like they're on opposite ends of the social hierarchy; he's curious to see just how far apart they actually are.)

[immortalized]

{ it's here in the kitchen that Ambrose realizes a fatal (not really) mistake — he doesn't own a corkscrew. why would he, now? he stares across his unsettlingly bare kitchenette dumbfounded at the scenario he has just awoken to, caught and betrayed by lady fortune and the pattern she has chosen to weave for him. is the cosmos so aligned against him? Ambrose reels in silence just out of full view of Seunwoo, who, when he checks, seemed preoccupied with the details of his living space.

a life spent undead and drinking blood from the living...at least has its benefits. coming in clutch is a strange and revolutionary thought, and it has Ambrose peeling the foil away from the top of the bottle before...grasping into the cork stopper with his bare fingertips, cleanly manicured nails clasping into the porous piece and ripping the pressure-suspended stopper like some uncultured, raised-by-wolves oddity. Ambrose...wasn't entirely sure it would work, until it shockingly did, and with that, he narrowly avoids a questionable challenge liable to disrupt the momentum of having Seunwoo here, blissfully spared of any off-beat moments.

not that he is entirely saved from any more hurdles in his pantomime performance tonight, knowing his own luck, or lack thereof. the true betrayal is having spent the majority of his own adult life taking the roles of things he is anything but — and not a single day of convincing acting can favor his odds here, tonight.

but Ambrose can smile at Seunwoo when he returns with the glasses, and that smile can at least carry the merits of being genuine, because that is the very reason why this farce is challenging at all: Ambrose likes Seunwoo, and with that fact, he can't bear to tarnish the image that Seunwoo holds of him.

he sits beside him, taking his own glass to rest the stem against his upper lip, demure and thoughtful in this image. the glass does not fog with his breath, not even when Ambrose makes an effort to appear idly respirating now. he knows being too-still is enough for any living human to sense something uncanny about him.

as Seunwoo prompts, Ambrose tests the wine with a sip — the scent and the taste are all alarmingly amplified in his senses, but none of it is enough to overwhelm. once off of his palette and down his throat, however, the sensation disappears, liquid turning to ash down in his chest. harmless in small amounts, but he had been warned by his sire one, 'too much indulgence in what does not sustain us, will ultimately backfire upon us.' he wonders which difficult fact makes the wine taste more bitter to him.

but Seunwoo is vividly sweet in every sense he possesses, and Ambrose is keen to take him in — equally a benefit as much as a trap, perhaps, but this vampire is still brave enough, or stupid enough, to keep going. } Familiar with? Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm a rather open and regretfully dull book to read.

Art, and its history... I portray, I perform, I live on stage, I convey spectacular lives born out of the genius of others. I am sustained by the sublime and attempt to entertain others with the happiness it gives me.

The only boisterous music I am familiar with is a pit orchestra at an opera. { these things feel like the bourgeois luxuries of the old and the rich, but not even Ambrose has the awareness or ability to loom with an aristocratic air, even if his dwelling can; he seems to glow with something inspired, a fondness too genuine to mistake for some clamor for a status symbol. even in his time, he looked to the ancients, gods of Greece and Rome with their too-fantastic dramas interwoven into the very nature of the earth. } Recently, I've been inspired by design, of garments and of the self. Fashion and beauty are such intimidating realms, but I can't help but be pulled in by what I see. { says an actor that suffers through complicated costumes and spends most of his time off the stage wearing...as little as he can get away with, in truth. at least he's earning some reconciliation there. }