02-16-2022, 03:57 PM
Superficially speaking, Chéri had made a bad financial choice in coming here. Darius’s money needed to be put to good use and using it to get tea and something sweet at the local hotel could easily be seen as a frothy extravagance, if one didn’t consider that Chéri aimed to a much, much higher income than that of a life model. For that, he needed a “friend” who could afford it. And those friends were not necessarily going to go the Diamond Pony. In fact, some of them might prefer the idea of bumping into a beautiful, lonely young man that just happened to be extremely attracted to them and in need of some money.
It was a strategy, but since Chéri didn’t know the place very much, he was going to try all the strategies he knew from Paris to fill the position currently vacant in his life.
Chéri came across at first as a very young, refined man with an impeccable wardrobe: today he was wearing one of the two outfits he still had from Paris, a pastel blue three-piece suit with a lavender vest and a slightly darker blue cravat and a forget-me-not in the great pocket. The jacket created a beautiful palette with his peachy skin, his green eyes, and his rich brown hair, but his most striking quality wasn’t his angelic face or his petite yet strong physique, but rather the incredible amount of energy he seemed to have every time he moved and the beautiful light he had in his eyes. Even almost completely still, Chéri looked incredibly lively.
He was concentrating on studying how to eat elegantly from a lady at a nearby table when he heard that: someone was playing the piano.
Chéri walked towards tthe piano, like a sailor hearing the song of a siren, his steps virtually weightless. He didn’t even know how he got there, right next to the lady playing. He kept his eyes on her fingers and was completely transfixed. Halfway through, he realised something: he knew this song. From behind her, his baritone voice started softly to accompany that of the piano, not too loud, not too low, while his eyes stayed on the fingers, leading the way.
It was a strategy, but since Chéri didn’t know the place very much, he was going to try all the strategies he knew from Paris to fill the position currently vacant in his life.
Chéri came across at first as a very young, refined man with an impeccable wardrobe: today he was wearing one of the two outfits he still had from Paris, a pastel blue three-piece suit with a lavender vest and a slightly darker blue cravat and a forget-me-not in the great pocket. The jacket created a beautiful palette with his peachy skin, his green eyes, and his rich brown hair, but his most striking quality wasn’t his angelic face or his petite yet strong physique, but rather the incredible amount of energy he seemed to have every time he moved and the beautiful light he had in his eyes. Even almost completely still, Chéri looked incredibly lively.
He was concentrating on studying how to eat elegantly from a lady at a nearby table when he heard that: someone was playing the piano.
Chéri walked towards tthe piano, like a sailor hearing the song of a siren, his steps virtually weightless. He didn’t even know how he got there, right next to the lady playing. He kept his eyes on her fingers and was completely transfixed. Halfway through, he realised something: he knew this song. From behind her, his baritone voice started softly to accompany that of the piano, not too loud, not too low, while his eyes stayed on the fingers, leading the way.
