our own paradise // copernicus

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our own paradise // copernicus May 3, 2020 20:45:03 GMT -5

Post by Python on May 3, 2020 20:45:03 GMT -5

a l g e r n o n .

Those clouds of misery
Blow them all away.
Lock them in a box.
Maybe even lose the key.

There was a small crisis at hand; Algernon couldn't decide which tie to wear. On a day like this, the perfect outfit was imperative. Technically every day called for its own special attire, as Algernon was a man of style and decor, but this day was especially important. He had plans. Plans with a flavor spontaneity because Copernicus had no idea what was in store for him. That busy boss man needed a break, but Algernon knew he was more inclined to reject the offer of an extracurricular activity. He had never met someone so dedicated to his work, so today he would not be allowed to say no.

For once in his life, perhaps he would adopt the role of assertive. Or, you can just say yes! That would make things so much easier.

He settled on a plum designer tie. A classic. Cool color tones suited him best, though he didn't mind a splash of carmine here or canary yellow there. A designer must charm and create with all colors. Otherwise, why bother? Nobody could make the industry if they couldn't turn caramel into couture.

Algernon could spend an eternity in front of a mirror. A perfectionist in his work, he wouldn't call himself conceited - only dedicated, perhaps slightly obsessive. Aesthetics were all he really had. That was his success, his brand, his legacy. The public eye didn't care about anything else, and he was used to it by now.

He styled his hair until it bounced with every step. The hardest part was coming, so he took a deep breath before he walked across the Fenwick estate. Copernicus was a hardworking man and his best friend. Easy to talk to, but not easy to think about. His heart's desire. Copernicus was someone he couldn't have, but that didn't mean they couldn't spend personal time together.

Today, he had an offer.

Before walking in, he listened through the door to avoid interrupting a phone call. When his ears met silence, he burst in with a smile spread across his dimpled cheeks. "Copper! Let's do something today!" He exclaimed, cheery as always. "I already planned something, actually. I'm sure you could use a break, right?" He batted his eyelashes for good measure. He had a carriage awaiting them outside - all he had to do was say the magic word.

Last Edit: May 3, 2020 20:51:01 GMT -5 by Python

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our own paradise // copernicus May 6, 2020 1:19:18 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on May 6, 2020 1:19:18 GMT -5

c o p e r n i c u s .

"Forgotten all these years
Pouring like rain
A truth that appears
Oh, the genius of pain"

He'd spent the better part of the night in a club at the far end of style street conducting deals and preciding over a kingdom he'd only semi-inherited due to the name he carried.

Arriving home at four in the morning promised him only an hour of sleep before he'd have to get up for work so he hadn't bothered. Copernicus greeted the dawn at the desk in his room instead, poring over a broker deal his father had him working on. He began to feel tired at around six and had the maid bring him a cup of coffee which he drank as he watched the sunrise over the Capitol's skyscrapers.

Only man could be so foolish as to believe that they could hit the proverbial ceiling of the earth. To run their fingers along the atmosphere would be to tarnish it and for all of their toiling, they never would.

The club had left a story on his scent, cigarettes and alcohol. Seven in the morning saw him in the shower where he stood for longer than he should have. Maybe he should have admitted defeat then, his eyes were shut as he leaned against the wall and let the hot water wash over him. Cop was tired but it was more than just lack of sleep, it was a quiet beast, tugging at him every now and then and whispering intrusive thoughts that he was starting to actually believe.

He sighed as he stared at himself in the mirror, comb in one hand and phone in the other. Perhaps he'd work from home.

News slowly began to filter itself into his inbox from the office and other sources. Copernicus was a hub of information and the flow rarely stopped. He had all kinds of people under his thumb and eyes everywhere. He felt as if he could never shut off his brain, even if the opportunity for a day off came up, he wouldn't be able to take it, he couldn't be gone for even a day.

His eyes fell on a small medical container sitting on his bathroom counter as he straightened his tie. It was another desperate attempt at medication. He slid it into the drawer, no patience for it at the moment, and straightened his hair carefully before going back out into his domain where he ruled as the king of avoidance.

He could always count on Algernon for a distraction. The door to his room was pushed open and in he walked, a smile on his face and that smile always made Copernicus want to smile too. The proposition was tempting and he took a deep breath, trying o figure out the best way to let him down.

But when had been the last time he'd said yes?

"Alright."

Copernicus blinked but the word had indeed come from his own mouth. "Alright, sure" he said again, "What are we doing?"

He slid his phone into his pocket and gazed at Algernon. Perhaps the reason it was always so hard to say no to him was that he was the one person who could make Cop forget out how to think.

Last Edit: May 6, 2020 1:29:12 GMT -5 by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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