Samuel Phillips
Part-Veela | Artist | Scrivenshafts Owner
- Messages
- 3,812
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2" Flexible Cypress Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 42
There were countless things Samuel never had time for; pet peeves that caused him to scoff and frown often enough to cause his forehead to wrinkle expressively, and worry him that each frown after another would add up to said wrinkles being permanent, as is what happened with age. The most frustrating of the things he never had time for being people who danced around a subject or request instead of outright asking, with the excuse that outright asking and making their usually ridiculous intentions clear was too scary otherwise, the poor things. Samuel couldn’t stand it. An overtly pleasant greeting and an ‘oh it’s been a while, how have you been?’ sickened him when he could feel his gut instinct telling him they were about to call in some sort of favour, whether it be related to his business or his art or anything in between, knowing that any pleasantries or interest they suddenly did show in his life was to metaphorically butter him up to agree to their plea, to manipulate him into agreeing because they were friends, and friends helped each other out, didn’t they? While Samuel was privy to getting his way and surely was hypocritical in finding such behavior annoying when it was one of his playing cards in the past to get what he wanted, over time he had realized life was too short to make excuses when calling in a favour, that the people he usually needed to ask something of preferred being asked outright as much as he did. It was easier, and more simple that way.
Inviting an acquaintance, as Samuel would call them, to a local art show under the facade of catching up when he had an ulterior motive appeared to go against this preference of being up front in his intentions and he was aware of this. However, despite the request he intended to ask of Gabriel that evening, he had wanted to see the man again, and when considering their mutual interest in art it had seemed only natural to invite him to an art show because he genuinely wanted to rather than as a farce to win his favour. Some instance of genuinely wanting to see Gabriel was enough to convince Samuel it made all the difference, that because his pleasantries were a shade of genuine, he was free from seeing himself as a contributor to his own pet peeve. Whether it truly made a difference was another story, one Samuel refused to think about as he organized the evening, being sure to make up a dress code and make Gabriel aware of it in advance so their outfits somewhat matched. It was another example of his hypocrisy to invent an events dress code because he wouldn’t be seen dead attending an art show with someone that didn’t fit his aesthetic instead of politely asking him to wear a particular colour. But in only knowing Gabriel as an acquaintance, how could he be sure the man would actually indulge his request? He couldn’t, and lying about it temporarily to keep his reputation and appearance in order seemed entirely justified. If he made it all transparent as the evening began, admitted his intentions behind each decision with honesty, it was all acceptable in the end, he reassured himself as he finished getting ready. Feeling confident about all his decisions, Samuel spent one last moment perfecting his hairstyle in the mirror before apparating to the art show’s venue, and waiting patiently outside for Gabriel to arrive.
