What is the kinkiest thing your muse wants to do to mine? Bonus points if you’re as descriptive as possible and can make them blush.
He rocked a little on his heels. Embarrassed to admit he didn’t know how he got here more or less the same way Chaplin did in 2013. “Um Mr. Chaplin I’ve been doing some small vaudeville shows around, and a friend of mine gives me tips whenever a studio is looking for extras.” Gulps a little. “One of them directed me to your studio. A film called “The Gold Rush.” Rubs the back of his neck. “You were looking for extras right?”
Jim was a little nervous here he was talking to one of his biggest idols, asking if one of his future classics is looking for extras.
Oh no, Charlie thought to himself as Jim began to speak about how he had friends in vaudeville and such and began to hint toward, and eventually reference, the fact that he was making the movie that required extras.
“Yes, yes, I am in need of extras,” what he didn’t mention, was that they’d be going to the mountains for the shots that he needed.
bonne journée monsieur! Je suis Francoeur c’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer
Charlie blushed a deep red, not remembering much French, “I’m sorry?” he asked.
She felt so strange with his eyes on her and after a moment of squirming she met his eyes, her own a dark brown that was nearly black, and oftentimes was mistaken for it. She would have mistaken those eyes for supernatural if his scent was just a little different. He smelled like a man, a very attractive man… She had the sudden urge to see his eyes wide with shock. Maybe if she picked up him with one hand and lifted him a foot off the ground, but that would be much too… much. She could be civil for a while… hopefully, “What do you think about women Charles?” She asked curiously… and out of nowhere, not honestly remembering. Something about his mother… he had a few wives, children… a daughter. Sometime.
Charlie rose a brow and was honestly surprised by her question, “honestly? I love women,” he replied, tilting his head slightly. Her eyes made him wonder; were they black? No, they simply had to be a very dark brown. However, a small smile was on his lips as he looked at her. Wait…Charles? No one called him that, not even Syd. He was either considered Chas or just Charlie…
Henry Tudor, did not walk. Well..he did not walk outside of lands that were not his own. He did not recognize this place, and he did not like that his men seemed to have left his side unguarded. He raised a slender brow and kept on moving, eyes wary lest he need them to observe a danger.
Charlie continued along, the idea of dinner toying in his mind, though truthfully, he wanted the day to be over and to go to bed. He sighed, stopping to lean against the wall and lower his head and close his eyes, feeling a migraine coming on. He slid a cigarette out of it’s case and put it between his lips before lighting it.
“Hello, you must be new.” Remedy looked left and right. “How the hell did you find me?”
Charlie rose a brow in slight surprise, “I really don’t know. I have just wandered about and seemed to have found you.”
She giggled happily as she skipped with her new dress, she passed someone who didn’t look to happy so she followed him “hello” she said perkily “need a friend?” she asked innocently as she followed him.
Charlie turned to look at the girl who now was beside him. “Oh, hullo,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I suppose,” he replied, but really, he just wished to go home, perhaps not even eat dinner tonight. His mind was so far elsewhere.
Jim had been walking down the opposite way. Between his vaudeville performances and work as a studio runner it was rare he got some time off. A tip he got from a friend mentioned a movie called “The Gold Rush” was looking for extras. He was looking at his watch when he bumped into someone. “Sorry! I wasn’t….Mr. Chaplin? It is you.” Whispers. “Remember me? Jim Meyers, we met in 2013 as Universal Studios?”
Charlie turned, irritated, to look at the being who bumped into him. He sorta looked familiar, but not completely. Charlie’s blue eyes narrowed as he looked at him and finally, once mentioning his name, Charlie waved his hand slightly, “oh, right, right. Jim. Of course,” he muttered, taking off his hat and running a hand through his tousled curls.
Charlie threw his cane and bowler down once he got into his office, cursing more than once. He covered his face with his hands and sighed heavily. Imbeciles, idiots, talentless hacks, those words continued through his mind. He changed out of his Tramp costume, taking off the makeup and mustache, and considering not coming in the next day, though he knew he should.
He headed out of his studio, strolling along. Kono held the door open for him, but he waved him off. He wanted to walk today, seeing as how it was warm, though he also needed to clear his head.