Family Portrait (Luc)

[Tristian]

The whole ‘daddy issues’s’ thing was…well…so clichéd. Tristian prided himself on being something unique, something different and yet at times saw himself falling in to the same patterns as everyone else. His mother had assured him that this happened to most people, that the best he could do was to work with what he had, to make the cliché…different, but a twist in to it. Well this one, this one he was having trouble with.

The other one was easy enough, the drag queen that could take you down with his bare hands or a sword, take your pick. The convincing female that could thrash you at any football game. The refined gentleman who partook in several brawls. Yes… there was definitely a few clichés he had put a twist in too. Sadly, the Daddy issues…yeah…that wasn’t easy.

He leaned against the door looking at the room, glaring at the room. It was the best room in the Frat house, that was for sure and yet here it lay undisturbed and unclaimed. Mainly because the previous occupant had left all their stuff there and no one had bothered to clean it out. It was almost like a shrine to the person that lived there, remaining preserved to honour their memory.

His father’s old room.

It wasn’t the first time he had given in and looked at the room, when he had first arrived he had considered taking it, but there was just something about it, something he couldn’t…touch. This wasn’t his room to have and it was no one elses either. He hated that he didn’t have the best room in the house…but he couldn’t take away what was there, to move what wasn’t his. He hated his father…and yet…at the same time…just wanted him to love him.

Rolling his eyes at that thought he moved in to the room carrying the pot of paint and with one move threw all of it at the wall that was covered in posters.

Sometimes you just had to let it all out…

[lucdulac]

"Not that I want to question your methods, but don't people usually use a brush to do that?" Luc asked, leaning against the doorframe. He'd just been walking past the normally closed door on the way to his room when he'd spotted Tristian, and he just had to know what was going on.

He was no stranger to daddy issues, although Lancelot's room hadn't been quite so preserved, and Luc being Luc he'd actually found it quite satisfying to throw out what remained of his father's stuff before moving into the room, but just because he handled his issues differently definitely didn't mean he didn't have them.

[Tristian]

Tristian spun round to look at the intruder and quickly reached up to wipe something out of his eyes…it would have been quite smooth if he hadn’t managed to get paint all over his hands as well and had actually managed to wipe the paint all over his face. It didn’t stop him from glaring, nothing ever stopped him from glaring. He stared Luc done and said, “Is this what you do now? Just randomly float in to peoples houses and watch them?”

He turned his back on the other boy and picked up the pot of paint again saying, “Well I’m sorry Edward Cullen, but I’m kind of busy.”

[lucdulac]

Luc did his level best to keep from laughing at the smudge of paint on Tristian's face, it was made a little bit easier by the glare and harsh tone - even if the effect was somewhat ruined by the paint.

"I wasn't watching you, I just walked past and saw you. ...Edward who?"
He had no idea Tristian didn't realise he lived there, he did kind of keep to himself a lot and he wasn't a particularly messy or noisy person, not to mention the house was quite a big one, so he probably should have been aware of the possibility at least.
The pop culture reference was completely lost on him.

[Tristian]

“What are you doing walking around my home?” he said, still annoyed with the young man, “How on earth did you get in? You cant just walk in to peoples homes you know, there are laws. And-wait a minute…what do you mean Edward who? Edward Cullen. Twilight. Sparkly vampires that all the girls love…and some men.”

He put his hands on his hips and said, “You’re serious? You have no idea who that is?…get yourself a pop culture book now! But not before you tell me what you’re doing in my house. You can tell me that first.”

[lucdulac]

For a moment, Luc wasn't sure what he was supposed to comment on first, but he decided to just leave the whole Twilight thing alone (since he still had no idea what the hell Tristian was talking about) and focus on the more important question, which seemed to be Tristian's focus as well.

It did take him a few seconds to respond though, because he had to work out if the older boy was actually being genuinely serious, but he'd mentioned it so often and he sounded so certain about it that Luc realised he must not know.

"...I live here," he told the prince "I stay in my dad's old room... you didn't know that?"

[Tristian]

“You…live here?” said Tristian raising an eyebrow.

How could he not have know that? He was in this house often enough surely he should have spotted the other man roaming around the house. Perhaps Mordred, wherever that B****** was had agreed to let him stay, which wasn’t fair at all since it was Tristian’s fathers house and thus he should get the say in who stays in it. It made sense though, Lancelot’s son staying in the same house as his father did, it made so much sense that he didn’t think to question it. Had he really been so up in his own world that he hadn’t noticed another person living in the house? Maybe the other boy was like a hermit, basically spent all of his time there, yeah, that must be it.

“Well this room is out of bounds,” he said motioning to his father’s room, “as is the room just down the corridor on the left…how long have you been living here?”

[lucdulac]

Luc wasn't surprised that Tristian rallied quickly, although he was slightly amused that he'd managed to be living here without the prince actually noticing, he knew Tristian was very focused on his own life but was it really to the extent that he didn't know who lived in the same house as him?

He didn't judge it, of course, Luc was too relaxed to be really judgemental of anything Tristian did, and if it wasn't really hurting anybody then why shouldn't he do things his own way?

"Don't worry I don't intend to go into your room," he said seriously, although he had to fight back a smile "I've been here since... well, since I came to the school."

[Tristian]

“Right. Good. That’s fine then,” said Tristian and turned his back on the boy, about to continue his painting of the room, “well…I’m going to just…get on with this.”

He picked up the paint again and headed towards the wall once more. He didn’t really want Luc to be watching as he took out years of frustration and ‘why don’t you love me daddy’ anger on his fathers room…but if the boy wasn’t going to go away then he would just have to deal with it. He had waiting too long to do this and now that he had finally built up the courage to do so he was damn well going to cover this room in paint…just in time for his fathers visit.

“So are you parents coming to the parents night then?” he asked.

[lucdulac]

Luc could sense that Tristian didn't really want him to be there by the uncharacteristic awkwardness in his voice, it wasn't often that Tristian wasn't sure of himself, so Luc took that as his cue to back away and let the other boy get on with whatever it was he was doing - but then Tristian spoke again, and Luc wondered if maybe he'd read the situation wrong.

"Don't know and I don't care," he shrugged, if Tristian wasn't going to outright ask him to leave, and continue the conversation, well then maybe he'd just stick around. Maybe Tristian did want him there, unconsciously "dad probably will, but mother will probably take one look at the portal, proclaim it unholy and go pray for a week."

[Tristian]

He couldn’t help but laugh as the other boy described how is family would react to the parents evening. Tristian had had the misfortune to meet Luc’s mother on a couple of occasions and had come to the conclusion that Lancelot was a complete and utter idiot if he thought this mess of a woman even came close to being better than his own mother Guinevere. As he understood it, there was no love in the marriage, although it had produced three children, and it caused the Queen to become insanely jealous of a woman that wasn’t even half the woman she was.

“Well at least it keeps her out of the way and stops her from slandering my mothers name for a while,” said Trisitan, very much amused, “I only wish she would lock herself a way in that church she loves so much.”

It didn’t matter to him that he was talking about Luc’s mother, may as well be honest than polite and when it came to that woman and her type…like his mother, he really didn’t have any time for them. He couldn’t understand how is father could spend so much time talking with them, listening to them, reading the books and passages he gave them. It drove Merlin to the point of anger, which was a big leap for Merlin under usual circumstances, real proper anger with the King which he hardly ever was. However his father insisted that everyone was allowed to express their own opinions and ideas, this was a free country after all.

Tristian believed his father had no idea what a dictatorship was and should have be rapidly introduced to the idea.

[lucdulac]

Luc snorted slightly "I doubt your mother minds, she can certainly give as good as she gets," he didn't sound like he was attempting to insult Gwen, as far as he was concerned he was just speaking the truth, the Queen certainly knew what she was doing when it came to gaining the upper hand in an argument, and no insult appeared to particularly phase her.

He wasn't particularly bothered by the comment about church, even though he was a Christian himself, he disagreed with his mother's particular brand, and he'd heard much worse said about it in court.

"Maybe one day she will," he rolled his eyes "I think she laments every day she can't run off to be a nun because she's married."

[Tristian]

“I thought even if you lot were married you could still run off to give yourselves to a life of servitude and solitude,” said Tristian as if had read that passage right out of one their books, “Ah but of course the sanctity of marriage should come first and even if a woman does wish to run away she must first consider her husband as she cannot leave him or her children to give herself to your God. Even if that is what she wishes...why anyone would wish for that I do not know.”

Dipping a brush into the paint he began to make little adjustments to the poster in front of him, giving Buffy horns, a tale and a little goatee and moustache.

“My mother is a long standing priestess the Goddess, has been ever since she was a little girl, and yet she can be a mother, a wife and a regent as well,” said Tristian, just the slightest bit smugly, “and for a religion that says it loves you don't half seem to torture the people that appear to 'worship' the most. I mean come on, celibacy?! That's just cruel.”

[lucdulac]

"My mother may be a particularly ferocious Christian, but she's also very much a lady of her time, and it just isn't the done thing to run off to a nunnery when one is married with children," he replied, tone just the tiniest bit more frosty than it was before. It wasn't because of the implied insult to his mother, because if he was quite honest nobody could really dislike his mother as much as he did, but it was the comments that lumped him in with his mother and her lot that irritated him.

"Celibacy is a choice for those people wanting to make a commitment to their god, I'm sure your religion has similar practices," he shrugged, keeping as calm a tone as possible - which for him was quite calm "and it's not the religion that tortures people, it's the way some people interpret it."

[Tristian]

Tristian, being the absolute carbon copy of his father sometimes was completely oblivious to the fact that Luc’s tone had changed somewhat to be a little more frosty. It probably didn’t help that Luc’s laid backness about it all probably didn’t make the other boy think twice that what he was saying may be insulting. Of course, this was Tristian so he probably didn’t even care, even if he was.

“Similar Practices? Perhaps,” said Tristian shrugging, “but you have to admit, your priests have way more style than your lot.”