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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IpbKo1wLDk][color=#f1b8a6]Great Shipwreck of Life-IAMX[/color][/url][/center]
[indent]The sun greeted itself by barging through the windows; windows that extended from the high ceilings to the shining wood floors. A handsome man is propped up on a chair, leaning on his kitchen nook. The kitchen is modern and chic; everything but mediocre. Really the whole penthouse could be labeled as awfully extravagant, everything is stylish and substantial. Mathias felt indifferent to this purchase, he didn't dislike it nor did he love it.

Sipping on some fruity tea --was gifted to him by a kind co-worker-- He actually didn't hate it. Expecting a tropical punch children's drink he instead got a strong tea with appropriate hints of fruit. Today is the day he'll meet a new patient, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her name. Dorothy Cumberbottom. He needed a laugh, even if it was one for a childish reason. The client is recently having heart problems, her family saying she had a few heart attacks. It was idiotic and plain ignorant for them to wait this long, but Art accepted on greeting her into the hospital.

Taking another drink of his tea he glanced over at an envelope that is sealed by a blood red wax. It's the letter he received from his parents, for a family gathering. He remembers the night he took it from the mail box and thinking it was a letter from his wife or a bonus paycheck. After reading it he couldn't help but bawl, not because he was scared to meet not only his merciless parents that raised him and also his many siblings, but he was overcome with happiness and joy to speak to his family, not through phone but in one house. Granted he didn't keep in contact with any of them and as children he barely interacted with most but he still loves them. 

Extending his arm to reach the envelope his fingers also lengthened to touch the wax. Grazing his fingers on top he pulled it closer towards himself. Staring down at the wax, [color=#f1b8a6]"I have to get to work."[/color] He sighed rising from his chair and gathering his things. Before leaving his home he looked back at the letter, a smirk grew on his face as he closed his front door.[/indent]

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-1N-1OKMHo][color=#f1b8a6]Little Garçon-Born Ruffians[/color][/url]
Today is December 21st[/center]

[indent]Exiting his penthouse he called up Cheyenne, one of the few contacts he has on his phone. He was calling to tell her he's taking his leave to the cabin, asking if she could hire someone to watch over his home. She agreed, [b]"But don't be surprised if anything goes missing."[/b] Chey joked mischievously causing Mathias to chuckle. [color=#f1b8a6]"Oh, don't you worry. I already have a suspect."[/color] He replied his smile permanent as his wife giggled softly. There was a silence as he stayed on the phone, already going to the garage to drive off. 

[b]"I miss you. I really do."[/b] Softly and a bit shaken the female whispered into the phone. Mathias froze on the steps, she started to whimper and he could hear her delicate winces.  

[color=#f1b8a6]"I miss you too, darling."[/color] He said clearly before he got choked up, forcing himself not to cry in public. Where is this coming from? And why now? She regained herself, inhaling and exhaling before speaking, [b]"I want you here, I want us to be together. But--"[/b] Pausing briefly she continued, [b]"I don't want our family to be like this anymore. Work at the moment is steady and nothing major has come up. I-I'm ready to live together, I'm ready to be your wife and be seen in public together. But if you're not, I understand."[/b] 

Silence. 

Mathias' mind was wondering, rapid thoughts bundled up with one another. Opening his mouth all he could mutter out was, [color=#f1b8a6]"I feel the same."[/color] It was weak and lacking in emotion, he has to add onto it. [color=#f1b8a6]"It was ridiculous to live apart for this long over petty rumors and work. I want my children and my wife with me through everything."[/color] He concluded with a sigh. 

They agreed on moving in with each other after he leaves the family reunion. Exchanging their goodbye's and I love you's; then rudely being interrupted by their twins crying in the background. [b]"They're saying they can't wait to see you again."[/b] Chey said and then standing up from whatever chair she was on.

[color=#f1b8a6]"Tell them I can't wait either."[/color] 

[b]"You got it. Kisses!"[/b] Smooching into the phone she giggled sounding like an adolescent girl. Mathias laughed in the lobby of his building, blushing and gaining stares from a couple standing near the front desk. 

[color=#f1b8a6]"Kisses."[/color]

And the phone call ended with that.

Finally entering his car he didn't cry like he expected to happen. Instead he grinned stupidly, pulling his luscious, wavy hair back he sighed before turning on his radio. An opera cd played, he bought this a while back, he doesn't know the singers but he loves listening to it while driving. Reversing out of the garage he made his way to the airport; it's going to be a extensive plane ride, Maine to Colorado but he was prepared. 

The plane ride wasn't pleasant or even tedious. It was just dreadful. The plane was fancy and sanitary, with the tasty snacks and other dishes. Televisions were set on the back of the head rest for entertainment and the seats were cushion-like and reclined back. However, the people were the problem. Mathias was seated next to a man who was very talkative and obnoxious, rambling about picking up some ladies and getting drunk with some friends. He was a young man, not a day over the drinking age, and had mediocre looks that would label him as "Nice looking" He was obviously rich and loved to brag about every merchandise and trinket he owned.

Everyone else on the plane had their own redeeming qualities, but Art didn't care, they were all just annoying. After the plane he was escorted to his limo and taken to the lodge, he didn't hesitate to pour a glass of water.
He knew the driver was going to make pep talk but he didn't feel like chatting.

[b]"So, why are you here in Colorado, Mr.Carrington?"[/b]

[color=#f1b8a6]"Visiting family."[/color] Blunt reply, hoping the driver will stop in his tracks.

[b]"For the holidays? Colorado is--"[/b]

[color=#f1b8a6]"Listen, I'm sorry if I come off as rude or impolite, but I would really appreciate it if we didn't speak. Because really, I'm not in the mood for meaningless conversations."[/color]

The driver looked into the rear-view mirror at Mathias, Art stared back with no remorse. He was an older gentleman, maybe late thirties early forties. Not glaring at Art for disrespecting him but just staring at him blankly and then quickly looking back at the road, [b]"Understood, Mr.Carrington."[/b] He spoke monotony.

The rest of the car ride was serene, which Mathias enjoyed because he could begin reading one of his books he brought with him. The book is horror, mystery base which are his favorite themes in a novel. Arriving at the lodge he was already past the median of the book; he's a fast reader. He assisted the driver when retrieving his luggage from the back of the car, but quickly stopped by staff as they took his bags. A maid came to his side, [b]"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr.Carrington."[/b] She greeted with a welcoming smile. Mathias remembers her, she was one of his favorite maids when he was younger. She helped with his homework when he needed it, played doctor with him and even prank the other maids. 

[color=#f1b8a6]"You don't have to speak so formally to me, Rebecca, it feels odd. You can call me Mathias."[/color] He doesn't know why he called her Rebecca, it just appeared in his mind. But since she didn't oppose, that must be her name. 

[b]"Now you know neither of your parents would be fond of that,"[/b] She looked up at him, [b]"Mr.Carrington."[/b] She included his name to be playful and silly. They both smiled at each other, then another staff member took him inside the lodge. Rebecca had other duties to tend to, which disappointed Mathias. All the memories he had here started to come back to him, running around the lodge, waiting to go outside and play in the cold and running back inside to drink hot chocolate and read. He felt bad for his younger siblings that most likely won't remember much.

The maid guided Mathias to his old bedroom, [b]"Here is your room, sir. Mr.Carrington is in his study while Mrs.Carrington is situated in her room."[/b] She explained.

[color=#f1b8a6]"Well I won't bother them just yet, I'll wander around inside for a bit. Maybe even go out and build a snowman, give him a carrot nose and sing him a song."[/color] He laughed, the maid smiled dully which made him sigh, [color=#f1b8a6]"You can take your leave."[/color] The maid nodded and left without a trace. He turned his attention to his door, a "Keep out!" sigh was planted onto it, but that didn't stop him.

Walking into his room he felt immense nostalgia, his posters displayed were the human body with sharpie markings and notes written on them. Zombie posters --He was a huge zombie fan, he still is--, with one astronomy poster above his bed frame, his desk is neat with pencil holders, note pads and other school supplies in their containers. In the corner his violin case and flute laid next to each other, with his stand to rest papers on. The windows brought in the natural light and he could view the snow as it fell on the forest floor. He missed this. He sat on his bed watching the staff bring in his luggage, when the last one arrived he took out the book he was reading and picked up where he left off. Looking at his watch he got the time, he already set it for MST time, [color=#f1b8a6]"One thirty PM. Precisely."[/color] He mumbled to himself before continuing to read.  [/indent]