[ Oh god, these absurd social gatherings. John has never enjoyed them, being a considerable traditionalist in regards to artwork - give him the National Gallery over the Tate any day. He is only here due to a special favour for his mother, who thought it might be a waste to decline this invitation on ill health. "Who knows," she said to her son, "perhaps you'll find someone there as critical and disdainful as you are!" It had been a very unsubtle implication that John's lovelife (usually overly active), had recently been somewhat lacklustre.
Much to John's endless chagrin, however, no one seemed to be responding favourably to the distinctly grumpy faces he has been pulling at every single painting all evening. ]
lackLUSTre hmmmbrainsextJuly 10 2011, 21:26:06 UTC
[Cambridge pauses at one painting - a painfully oblique criticism of classicism conducted through some tired, predictable metaphor - and emphatically rolls his eyes. Ignoring the inane prattling of the would-be art connoisseurs on his right he turns away - only to have his attention immediately caught by a blond man to his left. He smirks a little: the man is clean-shaven and well-dressed, urbane-looking and smooth. Pleasing to the eye - which is more than he can say about the monstrosities hanging on the wall.]
lacking lust yes ALL ABOUT TO CHANGEjedimindkinkJuly 10 2011, 21:35:26 UTC
[ Oxford turns his head slowly, his brows rising smoothly as he regards the stranger next to him with the first spark of appreciation visible on his face all night. He smiles, the curve of his mouth broad but small, a switch immediately flicking on in his head. Slipping one hand in his pocket, he casts an absent eye back at the painting before them. ]
The most reasonable comment I've heard all evening. They're positively vulgur in composition and subject matter alike.
[Cambridge laughs appreciatively and glances down to his empty champagne glass as he rolls the stem thoughtfully between thumb and forefinger. He nods slowly, a light smile playing on usually over-critical features.]
Oh, I don't know. If they were vulgar they might at least be interesting - and they're not even that.
[he raises his head again and fixes the other man with a suave smile]
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Much to John's endless chagrin, however, no one seemed to be responding favourably to the distinctly grumpy faces he has been pulling at every single painting all evening. ]
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Hideous, aren't they?
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The most reasonable comment I've heard all evening. They're positively vulgur in composition and subject matter alike.
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Oh, I don't know. If they were vulgar they might at least be interesting - and they're not even that.
[he raises his head again and fixes the other man with a suave smile]
Isaac Moore. How do you do?
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