Julian Andros (del_andreos) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-10-03 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill compton, julian andros |
Supplies! [Open]
While Julian had the means to buy nearly anything he needed over the internet, there were certain things he preferred to pick up for himself. He was picky about his clothing, for one, since he favored comfort about all else. And his art supplies. Texture and light mattered too much to trust a few two-dimensional images.
He'd only been in York a few months, and already the workers at the antique shops knew him by name. He'd only had the one major mosaic craving, but a few were still setting aside the bold colors and patterns he had preferred. It was nice having that kind of familiarity. Back ho--
No, he sternly reminded himself. Beverly Hills was not home. Never had been. This was. He still didn't understand what had drawn him to this town, but he loved his house and the park behind it.It was almost like the place had been waiting for him.
Back in Beverly, no one had ever given him that kind of recognition. They paid attention to his name, certainly, but only because of the associations with it. Not because it was him.
Julian left the shop and started tucking the packages carefully into the trunk of his Shelby. He was going to finish that mural behind the fireplace, damnit. The scene still pulled at him, wanting to be finished. He'd be holing himself up for a while until it was done, but for now, the sun had set. It was time to get home and start working. He could shop tomorrow, if needed. Stores tended to close up early in town.