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i never back down from a challenge

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gently pushes lewis forward onto the dash

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the press of the wine glass against lewis' lips hid the slight downward twist of them. icarus, it seemed, was something of an idle man of means; that was enough to sour the surgeon's opinion of him. he had never had much patience for the young fellows who threw money away on travel and pleasure. "indeed." the tone of his voice remained level, albeit with an added dryness to it. "it boasts no end of amusements, i am told. i cannot speak to how it compares with athens."

❛ ah, a surgeon, ❜ it explains a great many things - not least of which mister anwyl's discomfort with his surroundings. icarus has always found that educated men either over or underindulge in such frivolities. anwyl seems to be the latter. ❛ nothing in particular. it interests me, to travel. i have a great deal of time for it. london seems as good a place as any. ❜

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lewis' pale-eyed gaze flicked over to icarus for a moment, intrigued. there was something about the way icarus described himself — once greek — that rang somewhat odd. never one to pry, however, lewis kept his curiosity to himself. perhaps the young man might say more after wine had loosened his tongue, in any case. "i am a surgeon, at st. thomas' hospital." he brought his drink halfway to his lips, paused, and glanced once more at icarus. "and what of you?"

❛ i don't mean to offend, ❜ icarus forgets, sometimes, how touchy people can be about that sort of thing. wars and whatnot. ❛ i'm hardly english myself. ❜ he hardly knows what he is anymore. ❛ i was greek, once. ❜ he smiles idly, tilts his head. ❛ and what is it you do, in london? ❜

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lewis couldn't deny a slight spark of pride, at that. hunter could be a divisive figure in london community, to say the least, but those aware of his surgical skill tended to look favourably upon him in a professional capacity. his tutelage conferred a certain level of dignity by association. tipping his head slightly, he replied, "i am fortunate to benefit from his knowledge. i know of no equal in anatomical skill."

he took the other man's hand, shaking it firmly. he was often wary of others in his field. in the rural district where he practiced, far too many physicians were concerned with their profits rather than the furthering of medical understanding. he only hoped to find that this surgeon would take his approach more than theirs... " mr. hunter, " he repeated, brows rising with interest. " i've followed his work - i confess, i'm more than a little envious, sir. "

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lewis' lips twisted downwards into a slight frown. he was not quite so sensitive about his accent these days as he had once been, but he was still not fond of comments made upon it. london always seemed to find a way to remind him that he'd never quite fit comfortably within it. he was not, however, in the habit of lying or being evasive, so he answered with his usual bluntness. "no. welsh. but," he added, "i have resided in london since 1819."

❛ i see, ❜ mister anwyl's reaction is interesting. not the preening icarus sometimes receives ; though neither is it a complete rejection. more vague discomfort. well - icarus is hardly here to make anyone uncomfortable. he settles his gaze easily, then, simply looks at anwyl as he might any other.

he's quite good at that, too. ❛ here i was thinking you yourself might be a visitor. you're not english, are you? ❜

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“Give them to me.”

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lewis might be generally oblivious when it came to these matters, but mr. morrison had made it quite clear what kind of parties these were. he never had been very subtle about the company he sought. the look icarus swept over lewis, therefore, did not go unnoticed, and he straightened his back with an awkward clearing of his throat.

"he is a visitor in london. he does not wish to attend these events alone, so he insists on my company — that is all."

❛ and yet here you are, at your second in as many weeks, ❜ icarus smiles indulgently, gaze raking over mister anwyl from head to foot. he's particularly handsome, though that's neither here nor there - icarus quite frequently finds himself surrounded by handsome men with which he can have nothing to do. it's rather upsetting, most days.

still, hardly a reason to leave. ❛ a friend compells you then, i imagine? and for what purpose? ❜

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icarus. even with a head faintly swimming in wine, lewis could remember that — given his mentor's positive fanaticism for the greek myths, names from the fables stuck well in his memory. odd, he thought, for a modern man to bear such an ancient name, but no matter. with a light huff, he dropped down onto an empty, waiting seat.

"no — beg your pardon — i am not. these sort of events," he said, waving a hand to indicate, "are not to my taste."

he's fallen in with a social circle that keeps him around for his amusing stories and supplies him with wine for the cost of them. icarus doesn't mind ; he's met worse. he's met better, too, but that's neither here nor there. he's taken up residence with one of the artists - apparently he's a good subject. it's just as flattering the thirtieth time was it was the third.

❛ you flatter me, mister anwyl. icarus, if you don't mind, and we can dispose of the mister, ❜ icarus leans back against the wall, throat bared, an easy smile playing about his lips. ❛ you don't look horribly pleased to be here. ❜

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after a moment's hesitation, the welshman held out a hand for dr. enys to take. "mr. anwyl," he said, by way of introduction. "a disciple of mr. hunter — now house surgeon at guy's." he was hardly inclined, under normal circumstances, to introduce himself so warmly, but he was generally eager to make the acquaintance of fellow medical men with an interest in surgical matters.

" i was, yes. at st. bartholomew's. " perhaps it was merely imagination, but he thought he detected a note of surprise in the other man's voice, and his lips quirked in amusement. " i confess, it was an unusual choice, but i've long preferred what is useful to what is traditional... i did not study with him long, " he conceded, " but already it has proven quite valuable in my work. "

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@stjusts. / small starter.

to say that lewis was out of his element would be an understatement. a mere ten years ago, he could scarcely have dreamed of attending a ball at a royal residence; now, he trod the same floors as the prince of wales and his inner circle, and that was absolutely unfathomable. he had done his best to stick to the fringes of the event, keeping his head down and his mouth shut as much as possible. over the course of the evening, however, he could not help but notice that he was not the only one — an elegant woman, clearly of high status despite her muted garb, seemed to be shunning society as much as he was. given their proximity, it would have been impolite to continue ignoring her. clearing his throat, therefore, he spoke up.

"... this is not your crowd, i take it?"

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@moltolavoro. / small starter.

another party. lewis really couldn't fathom how mr. morrison had the energy to keep up with his own social calendar, nor could he fathom why the man kept dragging him along for half of it. no amount of 'come now, taffy, it'll be good for you!' could make these events any more palatable. wine-drunk and counting down the minutes until he could make an escape, lewis lounged back against a column with a weary huff. a glance to his side, at least, revealed a faintly familiar face — someone he was sure he'd met at another party nigh-identical to this.

"mister... ikaran, was it?"

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@ithas. / small starter.

"... frankenstein." eager students were one thing, but anwyl had never quite known one as persistent as this young swiss fellow. they were practically his shadow, at this point — a fact which might have irked many other tutors, but which merely piqued mr. anwyl's interest. after setting his bag down, he shrugged off his cloak and tossed it over the seat behind his desk. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

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@sanitatcm. / small starter.

"you were a pupil of mr. pott?" lewis' eyebrows quirked upwards slightly — a minute expression, but to anyone who knew him, it was indicative of more admiration than he usually showed. "an admirable operator. i would not have expected a physician to study under such a man."

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anyway!! i'm playing some hades rn, but like this for a small starter i'll try to churn out tonight or tomorrow.

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feeling anxious feeling rough so comfort muse time. anyone around for the cranky welshman.

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tikt*k has done some wild shit but 'reinventing phrenology' was not on my bingo card