#julianantiques

[tctteredwings]

for: @julianantiques location: in rino

Aaron was in the middle of unlocking his door when he spotted Julian heading for his own. He was quick to flash a small, shy smile in his direction, and then called out, "Not seen you in the shop for a while." Julian was one of his regular customers and had been for a long time now, so it was always weird whenever one of them disappeared for a little while. "You doing okay?"

[andante--andante]

who: julian @julianantiques where: ambrosia lounge

A few weeks ago, Calliope had gone to Afterlife Antiques, searching for some interesting decor for her home or office. She liked having a mishmash of pieces that, when combined, put together a cohesive story of who she was as a person. At this particular visit, she spotted a ceramic sparrow, one that fit nearly in her palm. The painting was faded and a small crack was creeping underneath, but she bought all the same. Hoping that Julian might be able to do something with that, she called him for an office visit at Ambrosia to see if he could take care of it.

"Good afternoon, Julian. Thanks for making the trip over. Hope it wasn't too much trouble."

[coloradohq]

julian is here and nathaniel is at nathaaaaniel!

@julianantiques @nathaaaaniel

[professorarlo]

Arlo felt Julian's reassuring hand on his shoulder when he asked what was wrong. He shook his head and offered a dismissive shrug. "Just a headache," he replied simply. When Julian let go of his shoulder, Arlo mustered a small, appreciative smile. "Yeah, I can drive," he confirmed. He turned his attention back to the windshield, pulled out of the parking spot, and began the journey to Julian's place. The drive was mostly quiet, as Arlo played into the phantom headache he'd used as an excuse. Upon arriving at Julian's apartment building, Arlo parked the car but left the engine running. He turned to face Julian, his expression apologetic. "Sorry for being such a downer," he said sincerely. His gaze shifted toward the backseat and he chuckled. "Don't forget your Russian doll of boxes." Finally, he looked back at Julian with a warm smile. "And let me know how the project goes."

Julian didn’t know much about writing. He had extremely vague and maybe suppressed memories of writing awful papers for school, but that was the extent of his writing ability. Arlo was always writing, be it research papers or whatever it was. “It can’t be that different,” Julian commented as they reached the car, opening the door of the backseat. He set the box carefully on the floor. Had he been by himself, he would have sat the box on the seat and put the seatbelt to be on the safe side. Here though, he felt ridiculous going that far. He stared at the box for a moment, willed it to be okay on the floor, and closed the door.

He hopped into the passenger seat and strapped on his own seatbelt, concern furrowing his brow as he looked over at his friend. “What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching out to grab his shoulder. Everything had been fine a second ago, and now Arlo wouldn’t even meet his gaze. Julian tried for a second longer, but all Arlo said was that he needed to rest. “Okay,” Julian said, deciding not to push it. He gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and let go. “You okay to drive, though? Or do you want me to?”

[andante--andante]

starter for julian @julianantiques where: hell & high water

The bustling noise of the bar was picking up as more customers flooded into the bar. While it wasn't particularly busy yet, Percy knew how quickly that could change at any minute. Crowds came and went in waves at a bar like this. As he finished wiping off the bar went a couple left, he noticed a regular approach.

"Hey, Julian. The usual?" he asked.

[ofwishfulthinking]

"Well..." The word dragged on because Tony wasn't quite sure how to reply. There was nothing wrong with his per se, but sometimes a refresh was needed. "I might be bored of it," he finally admitted. "You ever get to that point where you think that changing your hair will fix all the problems in your life?"

“Why?” Julian asked cautiously as he looked at the other’s hair. It was a bit wild-looking and too long, with strands of pale pink, but. Was that not on purpose? Julian was in no way on top of current fashion trends, but he was sure he had seen a lot of people with hair styled similar to this. On purpose, he had assumed. “…What’s wrong with it?”

[oscarhopeful]

       " i do enjoy the taste of pineapple. honestly, if it has a tropical feel, it ends up being a favorite of mine, " he admitted. eyes were shot back at the menu as the line started to move a little more. gabriel had to make his mind up, or he would end up holding the line up, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. " yea, anything with mango really ends up hitting the spot, " he chuckles. " i am yes, " he answers the other. " i'm actually here for a film. they start in the fall. been enjoying the free time while i can. "

“It just tastes like pineapple,” Julian said with a shrug. The green color of the veggie smoothies had put him off them for a long time, but they became a regular thing for him now that he knew they just tasted like whatever fruit went with it. And it felt like the healthier choice, especially on weeks like this when he was eating like trash. Julian had almost decided on the pineapple spinach, when the guy mentioned the mango strawberry. “Yeah, it does a lot better, doesn’t it,” Julian said thoughtfully, as if he hadn’t been the one to suggest it in the first place. “Oh, you’re from LA?” That made sense. “Are you here on vacation?”

[rando1ph]

       the moment he realized it was julian that had occupied the seat next to the free one, jupiter smiled. " if i'm being honest, i completely forgot, " he awkwardly laughed. " i was so sure i was going to get some writing down today, but i feel like i should count my losses and try again tomorrow, " he stated, as he finally took the seat next to him. " what kind of waffles did you get? "

Julian was more of a pancake guy, but they were celebrating waffles so those were the ones on the special, and he never turned down a special. He cut up a piece of waffle and stabbed it with his fork, popping it into his mouth just as Jupiter showed up next to him. Julian shook his head in response to the question, motioning for him to take a seat. He grabbed a paper napkin to wipe the waffle syrup off his lips before looking back at Jupiter. “Couldn’t resist waffle day?”

[professorarlo]

Arlo's attention shifted towards the backroom as Julian indicated he wasn't the one responsible for the sales aspect of the shop. He acknowledged this with a nod, their conversation shifting to the old typewriter. "Yeah, just research papers," Arlo responded with a small grin. "Nothing quite like crafting the Great American Novel on one of these." As they discussed the typewriter and Julian's considerate gesture of looking for an affordable one, a warm feeling began to pool in Arlo's chest, a sensation that would frequently come up from his interactions with Julian. He averted his gaze, not wanting to dwell on the significance of this feeling. Leaving the store, Arlo matched Julian's pace as they headed toward the car to stow away the box. He nodded in response to Julian's inquiry about their plans after the errand was complete. However, that same familiar warmth lingered within him as he looked at Julian.

Arlo was keenly aware of the direction his feelings were taking, and though a part of him longed to spend more time with Julian, he couldn't summon the courage to act on these emotions. Past experiences had taught him that letting romantic feelings interfere with friendships often led to heartbreak and complications. He cherished the deep bond he had with Julian, and the last thing he wanted was to jeopardize it with a foolish crush. In this moment, he needed an escape, a chance to wrap his head around this situation and figure out a way to manage his feelings independently. "Actually, uh," he began, his voice hesitant, "I'm not feeling too well," he added quickly, avoiding Julian's eyes once more. "I think I might head home and get some rest."

Julian studied Arlo’s face, a little taken a back by the interest he showed the jewelry box. They had been here plenty of times before and Arlo had never asked if Julian was selling. Did Arlo want the box? “No, it’s not mine to sell, unfortunately. That’s his thing.” He threw a nod over his shoulder, indicating the back room he’d come out of, where the owner could still be heard moving things about. But if Arlo wanted the jewelry box, Julian could make that happen. Maybe. He filed the thought away for later and followed Arlo to the typewriter, a soft smile replacing the grin that had been there previous as he listened to his friend explain about the device. None of it was new information to him, but he found it endearing the way Arlo went on his history tangents, so Julian never stopped him. He just listened. “It would be in good hands with you, you do plenty of writing.” Julian peeked in the direction of the back room before continuing in a hushed tone. “But don’t get it now. I’ll ask around, I’m sure I can find better pricing.” The typewriter looked to be in good condition. He didn’t have to look at the tag to know it would be marked up to hell. Hearing movement from the back room, Julian cleared his throat. “Yeah, I just need to drop it off real quick. I don’t wanna drive around with it in the backseat all day.” He nodded for Arlo to follow, said his goodbyes to the owner as they exited the shop. “It’ll be quick. We can do whatever after. Maybe get real food?” he asked, remembering the scone he was saving for later.

[professorarlo]

Arlo's gaze fixated on the wooden box nestled within the larger one, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Are you planning to sell this," he asked Julian, his raised eyebrows conveying genuine interest. Unspoken was the intention to buy it if Julian decided to part with it. It would make a thoughtful gift for his mother. When Julian shifted his focus to where Arlo had ventured earlier, the professor chuckled softly, brushing off the earlier episode as if it were trivial. He joined Julian as they rounded the corner, their eyes falling on the typewriter. Arlo regarded the vintage machine with a sense of nostalgia, his tone carrying a touch of wistfulness. "To be honest, I wouldn't even know where to begin with one of these. It's probably better off with someone who can put it to good use." He offered a warm smile to Julian. "You know, the ding on a typewriter is called a Margin Bell, and it actually signaled that you were nearing the end of a line, not necessarily the end of the page," he informed Julian, his smile carrying a touch of fascination for the device's history. Arlo's gaze shifted back to Julian, his expression friendly and warm. "So, what's the plan now? Are we heading back to your place to drop off the box?"

Julian’s smile faltered when he didn’t spot Arlo where he had left him. He scanned the store from where he stood. It wasn’t large by any means, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find him. He needn’t bothered. Arlo spotted him first, and was coming back from whatever aisle he had been browsing. Julian’s grin returned full force, and he held up the box for Arlo to take a look. “No!” he laughed, looking into the box that held a smaller wooden chest. The edges of it were scuffed and the colors of the small design on the lid were faded. “It’s a jewelry chest—so actually, yeah, it’s a bit like that. There’s smaller compartments inside.” And they all needed work too. Wood pieces were not his usual thing, but Julian was practically beaming anyway. “I need to drop this off at the house. Are you done in here, did you find anything interesting?” He peeked over Arlo’s shoulder, trying to see into the aisle he had come from, then walked around him to go and take a look. “Was it over here?”

[oscarhopeful]

       " pineapple spinach ?? that sounds–– interesting, " he said, not really craving fruit and veggies in one drink. although, he has heard many times that it's better to drink your veggies than eat them. he glanced over at the man again and he nodded when he mentioned mango strawberry. " now mango strawberry sounds like more my cup of tea or in this case, smoothie. " he chuckled. " i might do that. " he laughed at the air quotes. " right, i should have assumed NATURAL was the way here. la likes to be bougie, i guess. "

Julian was still making up his mind when the guy asked for recommendations, so giving them was easy. “I can’t decide. It’ll be a pineapple spinach smoothie, or a mango strawberry—” He finally looked over at him, a bit surprised by the question. “Boba? Not here. They do ‘natural juices,’” he said, doing the air quotes with his fingers, then immediately felt like a jerk for doing it. “They really are natural, though.”