The curtains came down, and Sindre reached past Herakles' sword to grab at his hand, hauling himself up, wide grin on his face. It might be his last scene in the opera, and he might have just been vanquished by the man in front of him, but the swordfight they had was near enough to realness for endorphins to be coursing through him.
Sheathing his own sword, Sindre ran his hand through his hair, grateful that this scene ended right before intermission. He didn't have to suffer the indignity of being dragged off stage like the dead body he was supposed to be.
It was only as his hand brushed the other as it was returning to his side that Sindre noticed how close he was to the other man. How Herakles' own breath was still rapid, blood high in his cheeks. Curiously unwilling to step back, Sindre nodded toward the dressing rooms instead. "Care to wind down with me?"
Re: We have a six!wisdom_of_catsAugust 7 2011, 12:55:49 UTC
As much as he loved singing, swordfighting scenes were a lot of fun too. Even if it was just for the stage, there was just something about it that really brought the adrenaline to the fore. At least, it did if his "opponent" knew a thing about play swordfighting. Sindre Myhre did.
That being so, Heracles grinned widely at him, a bit of sharpness in the expression, and then pretended to think about it.
"Wind down? Ha, that might take some work!" he said, laughing. Then, tempering his smile for just a moment, angling his head downwards to he could peer at Sindre from under his lashes. "Unless... maybe you have an idea how to do it?"
Re: We have a six!talks_to_nisseAugust 7 2011, 13:21:29 UTC
Sindre's gaze flickered to Heracles' long, long lashes, and then down to his lips. There were reasons why in-house relations were discouraged. Very, very good reasons.
Sindre couldn't recall a one of them, at the moment.
"I can think of a few ways," he admitted. "If you're amenable."
5--Nothing *too* bad if there's a definite marriage coming, right?talks_to_nisseAugust 7 2011, 09:53:07 UTC
Sindre glanced at his watch again. Yes, he had showed up an hour before the performance, but he was here to meet his intended. For the first time. No way out of this for him; he had been informed that unless the other family called it off--and he was to do everything in his power to ensure that didn't happen--this would be the person he would be spending a married life with.
He had dryly asked how he was supposed to produce an heir with another man, but his father had waved that concern aside. He was sure they had something planned. They had every other part of his life planned, after all.
He had seen sketches of this man, at least, so when he saw Otto approaching the building, he set down his drink and straightened his clothing. He was glad the other had arrived early as well. He wanted as much time as possible to get to know this man.
As Otto approached him, Sindre held out his hand. "Sindre Myhre," he introduced himself. "God kveld."
He is an extremely rigid man whose' sole task were to obey his family. So naturally, he caved to the call of his father. An arranged marriage, a loveless marriage. He could only think of what political or business advantage that could be gained from this, not the features of his future spouse. Imagine his stiffness when it came to shaking hands and trying to make nice with a... Sindre Myhre.
But if this were to be his wife, husband, spouse, what have you, he is going to play his part and play it damn well. He took Sindre's hand, bends his body, and lays a kiss on said hand. His face is flushed when he up and facing Sindre again but his blue eyes are set to a challenging stare.
"Guten Abend, Sindre Myhre. Sindre. I'm Heinrich Otto Hildebrand. Your husband. I hope your family is well."
He had endured enough teasing from peers and cousins over being 'as pretty as a girl', especially with the impending marriage, for him not to take the kiss well. "Future husband," Sindre corrected icily, pulling his hand back. "Unless nuptials were held without me."
Turning on his heel, Sindre headed toward the theatre. "My family is well," he replied shortly. "I hope you have your ticket."
6--Care to make out backstage?talks_to_nisseAugust 7 2011, 11:13:16 UTC
Laughing with the success of the show as he followed Chun into their--admittedly small--dressing room, Sindre inadvertently stumbled into the man. He didn't bother apologizing, instead opting for throwing an arm around Chun in an abnormal display of camaraderie.
"We were fantastic," he almost crowed. "The reviews will be amazing, money will flood in, and I won't have to worry about rent for ages."
7--Making something up? Here it goes~talks_to_nisseAugust 7 2011, 11:31:30 UTC
Sindre sighed with relief as they finally, finally locked the outer doors. This was his fifth straight night ushering the performance, and all he wanted to do was get off his feet until intermission.
Glancing around, he saw most of the other ushers were slipping just inside the doors to catch the opera. Yes, it was amazing, and yes, the singing was wonderful, but he had already seen the performance three times. And with the projected run, it was likely he'd want time away from it.
Spying 'Veta headed toward him, he jerked his head toward the staff waiting rooms. She had worked every night he had, and he doubted she felt the need to see the opera again either. With the rest of the staff either preparing for intermission or watching said opera, he figured they could have a room relatively all to themselves. All to the better; most of Sindre's coworkers simply got on his nerves. 'Veta, though. She was fun to be around
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Elizaveta shook her hair out of its ponytail and looked jealously as the rich people swooshed around their champagne and drank it and oh god, why weren't they allowed to drink on the job? Speaking of drinking though, there was Sindre, who despite being just as bored as her, still managed to look like an absolute tall drink of water. It was corny, but she couldn't help it. Suppressing a smile, she headed towards him.
Laughing at his actions, she entered the room, flouncing her invisible skirt. "Well, I could always do for something un-opera ish. Something more... exciting." Her eyes glinted. "Do you have any ideas, Sindre dear?"
"More exciting..." Sindre pondered aloud as pulled 'Veta down to the padded bench with him. "I can think of quite a few things that fit the bill."
Running his hand through her unbound hair, Sindre took a moment simply to enjoy it. Her hair was so pretty; he'd never understand why she bound it up so often. "That is, if you don't mind getting a bit rumpled."
lol I've always thought of him as a bit of a creepersailastronautsAugust 7 2011, 12:45:35 UTC
It had been a long day. Everything in her schedule was delayed, late. She was glad for it to finally be over. The sweat clearly gave off how busy and hard working she was today. She didn't even return to her dressing room immediately after her performance. Her day was turned around, though. She was so glad about the cheers in the audience, reminding her that her efforts were appreciated, that she signed autographs and took pictures. She was in such a good mood. She even told her personal assistant and the others that doted on her to head home early.
The opera singer hummed on her way to her dressing room. When she arrived, she didn't even glance anything else, oblivious to Sindre against the wall, and headed straight to the shower.
I'm about one bad joke away from using my Gollum icon, don't encourage me.talks_to_nisseAugust 7 2011, 13:18:26 UTC
Sindre felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He hadn't meant to--he didn't want--he wasn't here to spy on her. He just...wanted to meet Vanessa. Show his appreciation. Let her know that one more person thought she was amazing.
He didn't come to see her naked.
"Miss?" he called out before he could stop himself. Maybe if he spoke now, he'd catch her before she disrobed completely. Still, he kept his gaze steadfastly away from her shower.
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Sheathing his own sword, Sindre ran his hand through his hair, grateful that this scene ended right before intermission. He didn't have to suffer the indignity of being dragged off stage like the dead body he was supposed to be.
It was only as his hand brushed the other as it was returning to his side that Sindre noticed how close he was to the other man. How Herakles' own breath was still rapid, blood high in his cheeks. Curiously unwilling to step back, Sindre nodded toward the dressing rooms instead. "Care to wind down with me?"
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That being so, Heracles grinned widely at him, a bit of sharpness in the expression, and then pretended to think about it.
"Wind down? Ha, that might take some work!" he said, laughing. Then, tempering his smile for just a moment, angling his head downwards to he could peer at Sindre from under his lashes. "Unless... maybe you have an idea how to do it?"
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Sindre couldn't recall a one of them, at the moment.
"I can think of a few ways," he admitted. "If you're amenable."
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He had dryly asked how he was supposed to produce an heir with another man, but his father had waved that concern aside. He was sure they had something planned. They had every other part of his life planned, after all.
He had seen sketches of this man, at least, so when he saw Otto approaching the building, he set down his drink and straightened his clothing. He was glad the other had arrived early as well. He wanted as much time as possible to get to know this man.
As Otto approached him, Sindre held out his hand. "Sindre Myhre," he introduced himself. "God kveld."
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But if this were to be his wife, husband, spouse, what have you, he is going to play his part and play it damn well. He took Sindre's hand, bends his body, and lays a kiss on said hand. His face is flushed when he up and facing Sindre again but his blue eyes are set to a challenging stare.
"Guten Abend, Sindre Myhre. Sindre. I'm Heinrich Otto Hildebrand. Your husband. I hope your family is well."
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Turning on his heel, Sindre headed toward the theatre. "My family is well," he replied shortly. "I hope you have your ticket."
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"We were fantastic," he almost crowed. "The reviews will be amazing, money will flood in, and I won't have to worry about rent for ages."
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Glancing around, he saw most of the other ushers were slipping just inside the doors to catch the opera. Yes, it was amazing, and yes, the singing was wonderful, but he had already seen the performance three times. And with the projected run, it was likely he'd want time away from it.
Spying 'Veta headed toward him, he jerked his head toward the staff waiting rooms. She had worked every night he had, and he doubted she felt the need to see the opera again either. With the rest of the staff either preparing for intermission or watching said opera, he figured they could have a room relatively all to themselves. All to the better; most of Sindre's coworkers simply got on his nerves. 'Veta, though. She was fun to be around ( ... )
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It was her fifth time seeing it.
Elizaveta shook her hair out of its ponytail and looked jealously as the rich people swooshed around their champagne and drank it and oh god, why weren't they allowed to drink on the job? Speaking of drinking though, there was Sindre, who despite being just as bored as her, still managed to look like an absolute tall drink of water. It was corny, but she couldn't help it. Suppressing a smile, she headed towards him.
Laughing at his actions, she entered the room, flouncing her invisible skirt. "Well, I could always do for something un-opera ish. Something more... exciting." Her eyes glinted. "Do you have any ideas, Sindre dear?"
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Running his hand through her unbound hair, Sindre took a moment simply to enjoy it. Her hair was so pretty; he'd never understand why she bound it up so often. "That is, if you don't mind getting a bit rumpled."
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Chocolate? Check.
Collage of playbills from every show she's been in? Check.
Successful entrance to her dressing room? Check.
Leaning nonchalantly against the wall, Sindre glanced at his watch before forcing himself to settle. The opera was almost over. She'd be here soon.
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The opera singer hummed on her way to her dressing room. When she arrived, she didn't even glance anything else, oblivious to Sindre against the wall, and headed straight to the shower.
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He didn't come to see her naked.
"Miss?" he called out before he could stop himself. Maybe if he spoke now, he'd catch her before she disrobed completely. Still, he kept his gaze steadfastly away from her shower.
"Vanessa? I...I have something for you."
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