Lucien Harper (lucien_h) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-11-16 03:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emerson dewitt, character: lucien harper, location: dewitt mansion, thread: complete, |week: 04, ~date: 07/july 28 |
Who: Emerson and Lucien
Where: Emerson's home
When: Week 4, Sunday, Morning
Why: Lucien has been banished from his home to a distant cousin's (Emerson), because he doesn't know how to act like a responsible adult. Emerson and Lucien meet for the first time.
Warning: Many just Lucien's thoughts, some language.
The money that his parents spent on the private jet and the car to get him out here was ridiculous. He could have very easily flown out here without the guards, but his parents were not going to taking any chances. Not since the week before when he had to try to explain why he came home at three in the morning with a cut above his left eye. Really, he still doesn't know how that happened but he knows it was a good night. Three hundred bucks and sore for two days.
Now he was in a car, hired by his parents, to drive him to this family member he had never met. They were like fifth or seven cousins, or some thing like that. Growing up he had heard of the DeWitt family. They were powerful and feared and not many of them left, from what gathered. Looking out the window all he could see was trees as they climbed into the mountains. Really? What the fuck was he suppose to do in the mountains? Camp, hike? He was not the outdoorsy type. He loved his clubs and his brothels. That would be one of the first things he looked up.
When they came to the house where his cousin lived Lucien sighed and opened the door, shouldering his bag and looked around. Not the worst place he could be in but it would do. Going up to the door he knocked and rang the bell. The driver was unloading the three other bags of his luggage. He brought most of his clothes and books, not knowing how long he was going to stay here.
It took Emerson a solid three minutes to get down to the door. It wasn't that he hadn't been expecting company. On the contrary, today was the day his beloved seventh cousin 14 times removed or something like that was coming to stay, and Emerson DeWitt couldn't be happier. The grimace crossing his lips was a clear indication of that. For the life of him, he couldn't tell Piper or Gretchen why he'd agreed to do it at all. It had to be some sort of obligation to family or something like that, even a distant one, that influenced him. It was easier to take on a request from distant relatives when you didn't have any immediate ones around.
According to Leopold, the kid was in need of guidance. Emerson had immediately thought that this guy must've known next to nothing about him, but he'd seem convinced that Lucien would be better off in the mountains on some sort of spiritual retreat than wherever it was he'd come from. Poor kid. Going from some sort of fascinating lifestyle to hiking up in the boonies.
When Emerson opened the door, the grimace was gone, and a lazy smirk replaced it. The kid didn't look that old and was certainly less than thrilled to be there. "Lucien, I assume. Unless one of the big guys in the suits are playing a trick on me." He held out his hand. "I'm Emerson, your fourth cousin twenty times removed or something."
And he waited. Not very patient Lucien was, but hell he couldn't complain. He knew his exile would be complete when the door opened. The driver sat the last of his bags on the door step when the door opened. The man was not half bad looking, for cousin that is, but here was nothing in his face to show that they were related at all.
“Yep, I‘m Lucien. You can call me Lucy, most of my family does, well really my mom and aunts.” he shrugged. His father didn't like the name too much, thought it was not masculine enough like Lucien was. “And I am not as young as I look.” But he did use that to his advantage. Men played more if they thought they were getting underage tail.
“Well let‘s get this show on the road. Show me where I put my things.” Really he was tired of standing out here in ‘nature’. He just wanted to go in and put his things away. He had been itching to straighten things, a bi-product of having no alcohol and being out control. He had a system and he wanted to go back to that system.
Emerson held the heavy door open for the kid - man, apparently judging by 'Lucy's' claim that he wasn't quite so young as he appeared. He looked about as thrilled to be here as Emerson was to have house guests that weren't Gretchen's Bridge club.
"Uh, you mind if I just call you Lucien? Unless you prefer Lucy for some gods-forsaken reason," he remarked with a raised eyebrow. What family called their son 'Lucy' for short? It would've been like his parents nicknaming him 'Emmy' or something. He almost shuddered visibly but refrained from doing so, beckoning Lucien to follow him toward a grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the manor.
"You've got free reign of the house, really. Anything that needs to be locked will be, and I've got the master key. Gretchen keeps the food stocked, and Piper, uh, makes sure there's a steady supply of nicotine if you're a smoker," he said, going with the Emerson DeWitt version of a full tour. "You'll have one of the master bedrooms. Do whatever you want with it so long as you don't fucking destroy it or something. I'm pretty easy to get along with provided you don't burn my house down."
Lucien grabbed on the bags and the driver the other two, placing them inside and leaving. Walking through the home he saw it was bigger and grander than the outside. It reminded him of his Uncle Riddick's summer home up in Oregon.
He did smoke, not as much as he would like sometimes, but he did like it. “That is good to know. I will have to speak to this Piper. Is she one of your slaves?” Not to be rude, just blunt. He know Emerson did not have any close family so it had to be a slave. Lucien had never been too picky about slaves and what not. His family has too many of them, he was ever raised, until he was twelve, by a female witch slave.
“You can call me Lucy or Lucien. I think my mom called me that, cause she wanted a girl. But after my birth all hopes of another child went out the window.” he shrugged. Traumatic birth, mixed with the petite size of his mom, no thanks to where he got his height from. “I actually don‘t mind it. It annoys my dad, so it is a win win for everyone. Also I won‘t burn the house down. I don‘t play with matches anymore.” he grinned.
"Rebel, huh? I think you and I'll get along just fine," Emerson said with a laugh. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he led Lucien down one of the longer hallways to a room that had actually been his when he'd been growing up. He opened the door, revealing a large room with a huge, bay window that looked out over the garden that had been his mother's pride and joy. It was decorated very simply in dark reds and muted golds, more a glorified guest room than anything nowadays. "Go ahead and set the bags down. You can head out, if you want." He nodded to the help, though he assumed the men would only be dismissed by their master's son.
"Lucien it is, then. Unless your dad ever visits, and then I'll go with Lucy because I have a severe addiction to being a pain in the ass," Emerson continued with a grin. He stretched. "Piper and Gretchen'll be around. They're both mine, though sometimes I think that's pretty much in name only. Piper's the younger one, Gretchen's the older. Fair warning: I'm a lot less strict with my servants than most people, so they might sass you a little bit. Don't go hauling off and smacking them or anything. I prefer them to act like they want."
The first thing he noticed the window. He could see himself sitting and reading from there. Had been an alcove in his home where he could read any time, day or night. Sitting his things down he nodded to the help and they left. He sat on the bed, judging it. It was almost perfect a little softer than he liked, but it would work.
“Don‘t worry I am not all titles and shit like my parents. I had a slave nanny for the first twelve years of her life. She was German and in private she would call me Kleine, which means little one, or so she told me. It could have been little shirt for all I know. I am not good at languages.” He chuckled. “I won’t go around being prissy, don’t worry. But I do get a bit needy when I am drunk, so I apologize for the future. Do you mind it I start filling the sleeves?” He asked. He needed to organize it was almost like a tick with him. He refused to call it OCD, but that was pretty much what it was.
So far, Lucien seemed like a fairly decent house guest. He was polite, not inclined to worry about fancy titles and that sort of thing... He already knew Gretchen would just lose her mind doting on the kid. It would be like watching the first few years of his life after he'd bought the older woman. She absolutely loved to spoil kids and feel like she was taking care of them. That, however, was something Lucien would learn soon enough. Gretchen had seemed like the only member of the house to be really excited about their new guest.
"Hey, sounds good to me. So far as getting drunk, I'll keep that in mind. Trust me, nobody around here is going to look down on you for being a little weird when you're drinking. I think they've seen it all at this point." Emerson looked about the room, noting that Lucien seemed eager to get started making himself at home. "Go for it. Like I said, this is your place so long as you don't jack it up beyond repair. I hate to say this place isn't super exciting, but there are some fun places to go to if you're looking for a less than amazingly dull time."
A little weird while drunk? Leopold must have not told him about most of his drunken stupors. But he had promised to be a good boy…for now. Lucien opened once bag, full of books and started to lay them out in alphabetical order. “Don‘t worry I do know a few repair spells, but I am not one to trash things.” That were not his body. Once the As were out he started to put them in alphabetical order by title. “I like my things just so. No the whole house, I have never been that crazy, but I like my room in order.” It was a complete opposite from the way he felt about everything else.
“I was thinking about checking out the place. I am not much of a outdoorsy type of person. I was never into potions so I don’t need to gather many ingredients.” he shrugged. “I am a city boy through hand through.” He started to put the As up on the bookshelf. “So do I have a curfew or something like that?” Not that he thought it would be enforced. Emerson seemed too cool for that.
Emerson watched as Lucien took out and sorted his books. The guy sure had a lot of them, but that didn't seem terribly shocking. Lucien seemed like a little bit of a bookworm to him. An OCD bookworm, but he wasn't going to out and out -say- that. He was going to pick up one of the book and browse it, but he worried he'd offset the balance of whatever order Lucien wanted them in.
"The grounds are pretty, and I have enchantments in effect so that the bugs won't bother you if you decide to give it a try," Emerson offered. He himself didn't spend as much time outside with his mother's garden as he might've liked, but it was still a peaceful place to gather ones thoughts and a fantastic place to read. The talk of curfew made him snicker.
"Nah, no curfew. Just let me know if you'll be out so I know the appropriate time to let Gretchen officially start worrying if you don't come home."
Books made Lucien feel comfortable. They didn’t judge him for his preserved short comings. They where just there for his enjoyment. Next he started on the Bs and then the Cs. “I know this may seems weird, but it nothing compared to back home. I even cataloged my socks.” he looked at Emerson and grinned. “I also color coordinate my clothes.”
“I will attempt to go out there.” The most he had ever spent outside was in an alley behind a gay club in west LA. Four hours on his knees and all fours. Good night though, nearly a 1000 bucks. He could have probably gotten more but oh well. “I will try to remember that.” his usual curfew had been midnight, but he never followed that. He usually came in around three to four in the morning. “Also can I ask a favor of you?” he said, sitting the D books back down on the bed and turning to look at Emerson. “Can I have this room free from anyone? I know it is your house but, like I said I like things just so.” He wanted his privacy more than anything else.
Emerson raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped that request wasn't a sign that there was something beyond the whole bookworm thing. OCD he could deal with, but given his past with people withholding information from him? Yeah, he had to admit he was a little justifiably paranoid.
"You'll have your privacy. I can tell Gretchen you'll stay on top of keeping it clean and all that," he finally answered with a wave of his hand. "Like you said, it -is- my house, though. I won't bother you unless you give me reason to. If I think anything destructive or harmful's going on, all bets are off. You seem like a smart guy, though. If you think it's something that would cause me to neglect your privacy, don't do it. I'm pretty laid back, but I'm not gonna just plug my ears and hum if you're sacrificing virgins to your angry goat god or something in here."
Maybe it was bit selfish, but Lucien liked to have a room all to himself so he could be his moody self without anyone knowing. Somewhere he could be free to be himself without being looked down on. While his father had liked that he studied hard, he didn't feel that the OCD and keeping himself closeted up in his room was health and so because of that had thrust him out into the public eye. Lucien didn't like that. He didn't mind the private eye or a good orgy, but to be judge because of his name was too much for him.
“Trust me,” he chuckled. “I will not be sacrificing anyone in here. That is not my style of magic. I am better at mind magic. Most of my spells are wordless.” he said, tapping his head. “I also know some elemental. Fire mainly, a bit of wind and water, but not much else. My parents fired my last tutor when I turned 18. They thought I knew enough to be pushed into society.” He shrugged.
Now the self destructive ways he would have to keep under wraps, at lest for now. So he would have to sober up some before coming home. Couldn't let Emerson see him strung out and fucked that often. Once or twice he might be able to brush off. “So do you get many visitors?” he asked putting the Ds away. He continued to put them away until he was all done. “My parents always through at least three parties a month. Just need to know when I have to sneak out.” He grinned.
Emerson made note of his magical capabilities, just for the sake of knowing what Lucien preferred to practice for his own interests. Nothing that sounded terribly dark, though mental forays could always be questionable depending on the nature. It didn't sound like anything Emerson couldn't handle.
"Trust me, I'm not gonna barge in here unless I feel like I have reason. You don't seem like someone who's gonna give me those reasons, but I'm just letting you know that while you pretty much have your privacy? Bets are off if something crazy happens," he clarified, making a face at the comment about the parties. "And please. I have friends that visit every so often, but hosting social events is so not my thing. Why did they send you here again?" he asked with a laugh.
Lucien was not into dark magic. That shit was too scary even for someone who had some bad experience in his life. But he had studied so hard to master wordless magic, all of it. Had his parents not fired his tutor, he was sure they found out about them, he might have mastered elemental magic. Granted he could always learn it later, if he wanted.
Lucien wanted to smile, but didn't. He would probably give Emerson reasons to barge in, especially after a long night of partying. Or the shit ton of alcohol, he would no doubt steal, at least until he got some money. And thank god no parties he would be forced to attended.
“They thought I parties too much, and not with the right people. Dad thinks it is time I grow up. I mean I am only 19, jeez, give me time to live first before you strap me to a desk like him. Besides I don‘t know what I want to do with my life yet. I have barely lived.” He was, of course, only giving the cliff notes version of everything. In truth, it was much worse.
Emerson was shocked at how much what Lucien said resonated with him. He'd been a little less free with his fun when he was skirting on the edges of adulthood, but a lot of that had to do with his own father's strictly imposed studying regime. He'd never outwardly resented it, but he'd often wondered what things would've been like if he'd had more recreational freedoms.
Then, of course, that mess with the demons happened, and all went downhill from there.
"I'm of the opinion that you have to live life to understand your place in it," he smiled at Lucien. "You have to make mistakes to find your way and better understand the path you want to walk."
Lucien nodded. He hated to say that he felt lost, but that was what he felt. Then again when he started to fill the way he went out to fill that lonely spot in his soul with booze and sex. He was a man of simple pleasures, because if he let them go deeper he had to deal with his shit and he was not about to open that box.
“I think we will get along very well.” Lucien said, locking up the bag that had his books in and setting it under the bed. He then got another bag. “So what do you do for fun? Any hoedowns I should know about?” he laughed, opening the bag and starting to lay out his clothes. “I do want to met some people. You will go crazy if I have to stay locked up in here, trust me.”
"If there are hoedowns, I sure as shit don't go to them," Emerson laughed again, shaking his head. He wasn't as much of a party animal as he'd been at points in his life, but he knew the good places to get a drink and relax as well as the places to cut loose and have a good time in all the ways a young man needed to cut loose. "I prefer quieter places where I can get a drink and listen to some music. I'm not usually into the club scene, though I'll go to a lot of the big events around town. Some of them might actually be up your alley, much as you said you hate the socialite stuff."
"There are two clubs, The Avalon and Sinsations that I can think of. One may or may not also be a brothel. You have three guess as to which one, and the first two don't count," he added with a snicker. It wouldn't do to hide it from the kids. He'd find out within a hot minute of looking around town. "If you're looking to let loose in that kinda way, it's your best bet. The people there are safe and clean, and I'm pretty sure the lady who runs it, Maia, is one hell of a business woman. Strippers and dancing happens too, and of course there's a bar. The other one, however, is run by a guy named Morgan. It's a pretty nice club by club standards, but I'm pretty sure you couldn't buy your date for the night there."
“I hate things where you have to socialize with a bunch of people. I don’t mind just socializing one on one. Up close and personal.” He said, although he didn't mind multiple people as long as sex was happening. “I also enjoy drinking and listening to music. But I think I idea of music would be different.” He said.
Oh there was a brothel. He would have to check this out. He couldn't help but smile. “Let me guess Sinsations?” He chuckled. “I will keep those places in mind. I just want to get to know some people.” And if Emerson knew how he let loose he would probably never let him out of the house. “I don’t worry about finding company.” he said. “They usually find me, but I keep both in mind.” Although Avalon seemed too tame to his tastes. He would need to speak to his Maia woman.
"You'd be surprised. I'm more tolerant of music than you might think just by looking at my acoustic guitar," Emerson pointed out. He was a fan of all sorts, really. Classical, classic rock and roll, even some blues. He wasn't the sort to shake his fist at the damn kids and their music nowadays or something.
"Like I said. You can find all sorts there, and it's trustworthy place. The people are clean, and they're not gonna harvest your organs or something after drugging you. If you want to let loose, it's a safe place to do it." Emerson had always been the sort to think that people should mostly get said urges out of their system in a safe environment. It just made kids want to do shit more when you refused to let them. At least at Sinsations, he could be relatively sure Lucien wouldn't find himself at the wrong end of a drug deal.
Lucien loved his music to have a beat, better chance of hiding sounds that way. He would keep the level down, though. “I like a lot of beat with mine. Never been too much of a fan or blues or jazz. Mine has to have drums in it or techno.”
He couldn’t help but laugh when he talked about. “I will remember to keep an eye out for the organ harvesters.” he smiled, going to put some of his clothes way. “But I can take care of myself, Emerson. I am 19. Remember that, I may not be an adult, but I am not a child either. I am...” he smiled slightly. “I am Lucien.”
"Well, music for music purposes can be beautiful whether it's a beat or a chord," Emerson continued, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was becoming clear that witchcraft was not so much his passion these days. "I know it might not be your thing, but you're welcome to come see me play whenever I scare up a gig next." Lucien might not take him up on the offer, but they were family. Kind of. Slightly. Emerson figured he might as well put it out there.
"I should damn well hope you can take care of yourself," he added at that with a roll of his eyes. "I'm just saying that if you aren't an idiot? That's a good place to go without having to roll the dice when it comes to partners or potentially getting shanked post-coitus."
“I might.” He nodded. “I have never learned to play an instrument. My mother wanted me to learn piano, but my father put a stop to that. While it was cultured enough, it was not manly enough. My father has this weird obsession with everything having to be manly.” He shrugged, finishing putting his clothes away and then started to unpack his satchel. He took his journal out and sat it in the side table. Then placed his magic book on top of the side table. After that he sat back on the bed.
Lucien chuckled, if only Emerson knew what a good night was to Lucien. “I have my magic it if gets too dangerous, don‘t worry.” He winked. “But for now can I have some space? I didn't sleep much last night and the plane trip was shit. I would like to get some rest. Also do I have to fix myself food or what is the situation. I am cool with either or.”
"Well, if you want to learn at some point, I'm a shitty teacher, but I'm willing to try," Emerson offered with a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm not worried about what society finds manly or not manly. I just do my thing and let other people do theirs."
When Lucien mentioned wanting space, the witch pushed off the wall and strode to the doorway of the large room. "Gotcha. You're welcome to make anything you find here, or you can ask Gretchen to whip something up for you. Word of advice: do not let your first words to Piper be telling her to make you a sandwich. Otherwise, if you need anything? I'm usually around, and if not, the girls are." With that, he stepped out of the room to give his sixth cousin twice removed or whatever some space to settle in.