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Neal Caffrey in white

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Matt Bomer & Chris Evans

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You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?

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{SILVER}:

every once in a while, silver was forced in a pretty dress and neat shoes. her parents loved going to the opera and since she still lived under their roof she had to come with. just like tonight. it wasn’t necessarily bad, it was just boring and she’d rather be at home listening to her own music. she was eighteen and her mom and dad still made her go wherever they went. if only they knew what she was up to during weekends. the brunette walked into the lobby during the break while her parents remained in their seats and she walked over to the bar. she swallowed and leaned against it. “okay so i know you know i’m not twenty one and honestly, i didn’t even bring my id because i’m still a fuckin’ baby but this whole night is boring me to pieces so if i give you like an extra twenty can you get me a shot of some sort? i promise i won’t tell.”

Ethan had always been a patron to the arts, not only financially but artistically as well. He often slipped his own pieces in to some galleries, that was, his original works, not the forged ones. Despite being the trouble maker, forging paintings and slowly drifting into things that were even worse, Ethan was able to dip his toes in some forms of normalcy, even if tonight was spent at the opera the tall brunette found himself seeking out the bar sooner than he had anticipated. Really, he was ready to leave, the guest he had attended the opera with was a man well into his late sixties and insisted on falling asleep during the performance-- naturally anyone who had to listen to an accompaniment of snoring would seek out the bar. 

As he fell behind a young girl, pausing to pull out his wallet, only catching the tail end of her plea to the bartender, still, it was enough to know what was going on. Ethan’s gaze flicked up, eyeing the young woman before it shot over to get a good look at the bartender. Ethan half snorted, a soft huff of air that could have been a scoff or a chuckle. Sliding a little closer the tall man leaned against the bar, perhaps a little too close to the young woman before he flashed a smile at her. “The first rule of ‘under age drinking’ is not to tell anyone you’re still a fuckin’ baby--” Ethan started, opening his wallet to pull out two bills. “The second rule is to pay a little more than twenty.” He continued, his gaze now shifting to the bartender before he tossed the bills on the bar, two hundred dollars. “Two shots of Rumple Minze. No ice.” He finished, adding a wink for added effect as he tucked his wallet back into his pocket and the bartender awkwardly shifted to take the money and get the drinks. 

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{VELLA}:

Cool words come through, colored by the Arabic accent she would never quite lose:  “ You must have misunderstood my reason for calling on you. ”  She was NERVOUS, but Vella knew herself and her business well enough to know she was in no danger here. 

“ I did not come to draw your ire, Mister Bradshaw, nor did I intend to make threats. ”  If anything, she came to soothe it on all sides of the issue.  “ But if and when my grandmother finds out that she was sold a forgery, she will send more than lawyers after you. ”

A dark brow arched, blue gaze sharp and daring, this was often how he handled being accused of forgery--- it was as the woman said, of course, Ethan would know, he forged it himself. The man didn’t make it a habit of actually hurting people, then again, he hadn’t genuinely been challenged to take such action. A little lightening show and most people backed the fuck off.

“I understand, better than you realize, ma’am.” Ethan returned, tone even but still as HOT as earlier. “I do not see where you’re getting this speculation that the artwork which is in question is a forgery! I provided the documentation necessary to prove it’s authenticity--” Also forgeries, but only a federal expert or someone better than a general art critic would have had to see the items to deduct that. Ethan was good at his craft, it was how he’d become so RICH. His gaze narrowed, the tiniest of smirks tugging at his lips briefly as he eyed the woman. “So, you’ve come resolve the issue without lawyers? How heroic of you.” He was annoyed, hence the mild quip before he shoved off from his spot in a large and overly stuffed chair, modern design, in his home office. 

Shifting to the right the tall brunette lifted the lid of a glass container, pouring himself a drink, obviously he’d been needing it-- this was likely to be a long meeting. Often times he could just sweet talk his way out of things, if that didn’t work a sudden power outage and grand escape generally worked. But this was different, the artist.... the forger knew this was going to take all his skills. “Care for a drink?” He asked blankly, bringing his first glass to his lips to sip at the amber liquor.

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Tell me why your muse is attracted to mine. On or off anon.

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She was standing with her back to him, a slender silhouette against the glistening water of the fountain. It was clear she had put the utmost care into making herself absolutely perfect for their evening together... With her blonde hair cascading about her shoulders in soft waves, her cocktail dress clinging to every curve of her body, and those long legs accentuated beautifully by just the right pair of heels? Amity looked stunning.

At first, he wasn’t paying attention, just sitting at the bar nursing a Scotch on the rocks. In all honesty he was on edge, a bit nervous, another good sip of his drink and things were better. His nerves were coming down and he chanced a glance around, simply out of habit and to inspect his surroundings, something his training would never allow for him to be rid of. At this point he did it without even realizing that’s what he was doing, inspecting his surroundings, seeing if there were any dangers. But what he saw was not a danger, not an enemy he could easily face, not a threat of any kind but a wonder. 

Truly, Ethan had never seen anything or anyone as breathtakingly stunning as the woman who stepped into view just in front of the fountain up the stairs away from the main dining area of this little event. He was an artist who saw things in many spectrum’s of color and vision, this woman outshone all of the things he had seen to this day. It really was otherworldly beauty, it stopped his heart and Ethan had to put his free hand on his chest just to be sure it was still beating, it was, in fact, it was pounding against his chest cavity as if it would come bursting from the confines of his body. 

He didn’t know what he was doing until he was a few steps away from her, having left his spot at the bar, his drink in one hand but the other soon found her waist, pulling her into him before his mind had even started to catch up. The man couldn’t remember what they were there for, it could have been the most important mission they’d been on or a simple meeting over cocktails. None of it mattered now. 

Ethan moved around Amity, his hand on her waist mostly to show possession rather than anything else but he did use the chance to pull her closer some, smile stretching his lips into not only a lustful but adoring expression. The tall man allowed himself to step back some, just to look her over better. There was a rise of possessiveness that surged in his chest, feeling the eyes on them now. It must have been a sight like that out of a movie, Ethan absentmindedly making his way across the place to greet the gorgeous and mysterious woman who had just shown up. The thought made him chuckle softly before he finally spoke.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to behave for the rest of the night with you looking so stunning, Eavenson.” Ethan all but purred, tone low so only she could hear him as his hand returned to her waist as he drew closer once more, not wanting there to be any distance between the two of them. He took a moment of silence before he huffed softly and caught her gaze. “You really took my breath away, I don’t even remember walking over here.”  The man made a soft noise before he leaned in to catch her lips with his, his arm holding her closer. Now everyone knew and Ethan didn’t care, this magnificent and powerful woman was the love of his life.

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{REBEKAH}:

“Yeah.” The word left her lips as a chortle, an intention of expressing a small thanks to the kindness he was more silently conveying than verbally. “Sorry, i’m fine. Really. I probably shouldn’t just throw things like that out at people. Correction: I definitely shouldn’t just throw things like that at people.” Rebekah offered a modest smile, her shoulders raising into a casual shrug as she internally buried the event of the day. “Tomorrow’s another day, right?”

Ethan shifted slightly, as if regaining his footing would change the mild awkward silence that held over them for a moment before she corrected herself for having blurted out what she had. A smile, gentle and kind, slipped past the brunettes defenses and pressed at his lips some. “It’s alright-- I wasn’t bothered by it.” He reassured, a nod in agreement to her last statement followed. “Indeed, it is. In the words of Anne from Anne of Green Gables,  Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”

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           Smooth jazz hung in the air just beneath the hushed hum of voices around the gallery, Ethan moved along with the light buzz of the place. Many people would think an art gallery opening to be a boring evening, but it was different when your own work was hanging in said gallery. The tall brunette shifted along, champagne glass in hand as he moved on to the next piece of work, the shadow of a grin pressed at his lips, not really giving anything away, but there was a glint in his blue hues that would tell anyone who knew what to look for that this was his piece. He stood there a good moment, bringing the chute of champagne to his lips to sip at it, his free hand in his left pants pocket. 

            It was some time before Ethan realized anyone else had been standing near him, viewing the large canvas as well. The man then shifted, gaze falling to glance at the other person, an almost humbling look to his features. Another sip was taken before he cleared his throat, gesturing towards the piece with the hand in which he held his drink. “Are you enjoying the artwork?” He questioned, confident and casual, just a friendly strike of conversation. Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn’t fishing for compliments, but it wasn’t just a trip to boost his ego, the artist truly was proud of his artwork. This was a modern piece, some would say it was abstract but it was the view of central park from the eyes of a child, not many would pick up on that unless they too would recognize the old man feeding the birds in the talented strokes of genius into a piece that would both confuse and send a person into the archives of their minds. 

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{HARA}:

               “can’t do down. i’m not speaking metaphorically.” she’s quick to reply, which is a good thing to her bad slice to his intelligence. there’s no basement floor in the hotel, no way of going down from the lobby. she’s been checked in here for a few days now. each day that passes reminds her that she’s not going to be able to keep this up for much longer. she’s running out of money. 

she moves from her waiting spot, bumping into him purposefully as she maneuvers to the elevator. “sorry..” she’s not, two hands on the stranger for a moment mocking a steady yourself technique. she slips inside and leans against the wall. an arm tucked behind her back, the wallet she plucked finds new temporary home between her back and the band of her skirt.

                 The response he gained from his friendly antics was not exactly how Ethan had pictured it would have been, a slightly awkward air hanging around him as he entered the elevator, that was until he felt the most subtle brush as the woman he’d spoken to bumped into him, it was fleeting, but the brunette knew soft hands when he felt them. After all, it took a thief to know a thief. 

                Ethan shifted into the elevator, flashing her a smile as she backed into wall of the small box as the doors closed. There many things the arms dealer could do in this situation, his favorite would have been stopping the elevator to confront her, but a more entertaining one would be to let her believe she’d successfully had jaded him. “Which floor, then?”

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     “In my experience, the customer is always correct--” Ethan all but purred at the receptionist, lips pulling back into a charming smile, he was teasing of course, it seemed the lady had gone through quiet a rough day and he was simply trying to cheer her up. After a moment and a few small laughs later the tall brunette was standing before the elevators waiting for one to open up. His gaze shifted and he eyed the individual standing near him waiting as well. 

     “Afternoon,” he greeted, smiling before he shifted and pushed the up button once again, of course, unseen to anyone else, he added a little shock to the electronics making the doors to the elevator to his right open a little faster. The elevator must have been standing there empty. Ethan shot a cool grin over his shoulder to the other person who had been waiting, tossing a thumb towards the opening. “Going up?”

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“That’s not how it works pal—                               you piss me off, I break your jaw.”

He says it in a nonchalant tone, glancing at his suit jacket as if he were’t really interested in the chosen topic, when in reality the man is fuming, he’s simply being polite for the sake of the individual he is with.

Finally his gaze flickers up and the blue hues darken almost in a promising and enraged manner. Ethan truly means business and will break the mother fuckers jaw simply because he is pissed the fuck off.

           “Do you really want to test me?”