Lazy Days in Paradise [ Feli + Herc ]

[Joselle]

Southern Californian Brunette

Her friend pushed her forward towards them, and so the brunette stumbled forward a few steps. Nervous, excited, and undoubtedly unsure on what to do, she glanced back at her friend for further instruction. "Me--?" was all she could say before she caught a glimpse of them from the corner of her eye. Immediately, she shut her mouth and looked directly at them to flash a debonair smile.

Well! There was no use in hiding her attraction for them, and it made things even better that it was reciprocated. At least, it looked like it. The brunette glanced backward to confirm that there was no supermodel in the area--because that would be really embarrassing if this was a huge miscommunication. To her relief, it was only the four of them, which meant that this was real and not a joke (though her disbelief was still latched in her chest--what the heck, since when did she become attractive?). The reassurance ushered great confidence, the so the girl tucked some hair behind her ear as she thought of what to say.

"Um, excuse me," she called out to them. "Do you... um, do you two go to this museum often? Because my friend and I just got here and we don't really know our way around. I'm actually wondering if there is a section somewhere with Ancient... Byzantine art?"

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It seems to our Italian artist that he has found more than works of art in this museum built upon beauty. It is as if he were a pagan, just discovering in revelation the glory of the holy Madonna. Of course, though, he must learn to control the horse of his passions, to make certain it yielded to him before he went off to break his heart again. Stop playing yourself the virgin, Feliciano, you are far from that sort of holiness. He wondered where that thought had came from. Something inherent, something that simply rose out of the depths of the heart. He wouldn't want to humor himself with that. He would deny any claim to that and believe that everything was okay, but of course, that drama would be saved for another time. For now, it was time to attract some lovely bellas. Bellas always had a tug at his heart, though they could easily step on it with their stilletos. But ahhh, the pain was to be endured. He straightened out his blazer (oh how lucky to have picked out something fashionable today, though he always dressed up every time he went to a museum), and slicked his hair a bit. He did feel just a twinge of insecurity next to this... this... well this Grecian-bodied man. It made sense that this man had such perfect form — he is Greek, after all! Compare Feliciano to the Greecian, and you could say that Heracles had the better body after only a few glances. But did he have the charm? “Shit guys, they’re so hot oh my God, what are they doing, they’re looking at us. ” Feliciano laughed at how flustered they were. Especially the Asian one with the great nails. Those that tended to feign a bit of confidence were indeed flustered. Jackpot. Of course, he would be generous and allow his Greecian friend to have first pick. Feliciano had the ability to have both his arms around those girls when he exited the museum, but of course, why not have some fun? "Well, go on! They're obviously staring at you!" This was adorable. Oh but bella, we have eyes for you too.  It seemed his Greecian friend was going to take the lead this time around. Well this was going to be much easier. He followed on and gave a wink to the blonde one. "How has your stay here in lovely Europe been so far, ladies? I trust you find our continent... as stunning as yourselves," he teased.

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So Feliciano apparently had a thing for blondes. That narrowed down his choices a fair bit, but this suited him just fine. He'd rather not have to be indecisive about which one he'd rather pursue. Both of them were gorgeous and he would be satisfied wooing either. The Italian was probably better for the shy girl, anyway. Heracles had a tendency to not beat around the bush at all. Some ladies (and men) would describe him as much too forward and off-putting with what he wanted.

"I couldn't help but notice you watching us," Heracles began, his voice gripping that attractive Grecian accent he'd be complimented on so many times before, "I was confused when I first saw you though." He flashed the Asian female a knowing smirk. "I was wondering why such beautiful works of art were away from their platforms. I can't believe perfection itself is sentient." He hoped to all the gods in the world that these girls were as smart as they looked. He was about to go full-blow overactive-vocabulary and if that wasn't the case he'd just get stupid looks, he was sure.

"My name is Heracles - yes, I am serious." He continued, nodding his head in acknowledgement as if it were a proper replacement for a polite, gentlemanly bow. "No reason for either of you to worry though. There's no wrathful Hera looking over my shoulder. My mother may be a witch but she's quite a distance away."

It was surprising how many people were certain he was lying when he told them his name. Heracles was so unbelievable, but how many people were equally taken aback by those who were named Euripides? Or, hell, even Dionysios, which was so similar to a certain god? No, it was always Heracles, if the person he was speaking to knew that as a Greek name of the hero and recognized that Hercules was the Roman equivalent and thus entirely unusually to be attached to a Greek man such as he. "Might I have your names?"

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Feliciano was somewhat amused at his friend's flirting style. Playing professor, eh? Those intellectual girls were quite a good catch. Feliciano fancied those kinds of girls who were more than just their looks. Headstrong, perhaps, but they tended to be the ones saving China, conquering evil, and defeating the vices that men fall privy to. The only problem was keeping up with these sort of women, always having to research, always having to learn. Feliciano had nothing against that, but he preferred the sort of woman that didn't have him reading Wikipedia articles to understand what she was talking about. The kind of woman he'd really fancy is one that was the "Muse", the one woman that would be his sole source of inspiration. The one woman who would be the only string that pulled him down to Earth, the woman that inspired selflessness. The source of knowledge, the giver of light, the breath of life. But for now, why not take after the muse Erato, and let poetry take the steering wheel. He took a step in front of Heracles, and did a little bow. "And my name is Feliciano. I can't say that I have as stunning of a name, or as scary of a mother, as my friend here, but might I say, I feel very fortunate to have this name. I am quite lucky to be in the presence of you two lovely ladies." He creased his eyebrow and studied them, his expression just like the expression that he donned as he analyzed the Atlas.  What perfect form! How very life-like! I can't help but wonder if the marble is from France! Only top quality materials! "And besides your names, I really would like to know what you think of that statue," he said, pointing to a copy of Michelangelo's David, which was on loan from the museum in Florence. "I believe only he could match up to your perfection."

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[Joselle]

Listening to them and their lovely accents made her cheeks warm with a rosen flush. She could not help but notice how different these men were compared to those from the States. Indeed, these two men were professional lady-killers. It was all the more to make her even more cautious. Still, it was fun to listen to them. To reveal her pleasure, she beamed at the brown haired man (Eastern European? Erm... I can't tell his accent) until he said that line.

"I was wondering why such beautiful works of art were away from their platforms. I can't believe perfection itself is sentient."

Goodness. That was one of the cheesiest things she has ever heard. Immediately, she burst out laughing, hovering her hand over her smile. She had a tendency to laugh at these sorts of things as if it was a joke. Good thing she learned how to stifle her mirth; otherwise, she'd be on the floor.

Incidentally, she'd fire a rejection quip if he wasn't so cute.

"I'm not the type of girl to be in one place all the time anyway." The woman replied. Restrain your desire to say something sexual---.

Then the Italian (I think?) spoke and introduced himself too. When Feliciano mentioned the word 'perfection', she was about to fill herself with giggles. This was like a romantic comedy. Dammit, why can't all of the guys in the States be like this?

"My name?" she repeated before she stole a glance at her friend. Well, dunno how she's going to do it, but she had other plans. Turning to them, she smiled sweetly. "If you give us a tour and find out the portrait I'm named after, then you'll know."