...::: Character Visit: Ciarán Malone

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Unsurprisingly, Ciarán was always dressed perfectly for whatever occasion at which he happened to be making an appearance. Furthermore, he never agonized over his decision. He always knew, instinctively, the perfect cut, style, and degree of formality appropriate for the event. He didn't take too much pride in the talent, oddly enough, as he

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Little smiles, nuances, subtexts thrown around here and there- Ciarán truly was a magnanimous person to allow so much access into his very insides. Montague sat in his chair, lounging against an armrest, as he watched the play unfold itself before him. It had been far too long since they have participated in such a blatant act of defiance. Where everything could be said, spitted out in the faces of the hoi polloi, and not even a smile would be required.

For such were the rules of this universe inside that strange auditorium that seemed to accomodate far too many. Montague half-grinned, fixing his gaze on his counterpart- cataloguing each and every movement, as if those were the last minutes they would spend together.

"I think dystopia would be a much better place to live in," he butted into the conversation nonchalantly. "Under those dystopian principles, you would allow me to appropriate yourself from your brilliant parents." Montague was like a statue then, not a muscle moving, as he fixed his gaze on Ciarán's electrifying blue. "Oh, and have I ever told you how much I hated you for having parents?"

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"I think you did, once." His voice rang out in coppery tones, deep and reverberating against the back walls (but really, intended only for one).

"But my mother was so shining, and kissed you so gently, that I believe you were convinced into tolerance of their existence."

Mother dearest; her hair was like an obsidian curtain. No--a river, shimmering over her curves. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. And his father? The man had taught his son everything he needed to know about learning for himself (and what better gift was there, really?).

Ciarán possessed his Only, took him inside his eyes and barred his soul's escape. Don't begrudge me my own two roots, my love (but do--and you will see how much we belong to one another).

"Dystopia it is, then."