[ graves says briskly, approving of the young man's easy praise, his amenable nature. the tutor is both clever and courteous -- and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes either. graves is not naturally disposed to noticing men, but there is a beauty to credence that catches the eye and snares the attention, the full curls of his dark hair, the curve of his mouth when he smiles.
he's heard some of the maids talk about him in passing, whispers, of course, of how good-looking he is, and he thinks that their tales do him little justice. ] I actually called you here to inform you that my son will have no need for your tutoring for the next seven days. He will be traveling to his grandfather's. [ a beat. ] I was wondering if you will like to accompany me on a hunting session tomorrow.
[ a week without work? unheard of in his past, naturally - he rarely so much as took a holiday off. credence blinks once in surprise--and then again when graves finishes up what he's saying, trying to not look too startled. he licks his lips but nods, expression sliding into something more like a smile. ] I would like that very much, Mister Graves.
[ he seems thoughtful though, trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say. he looks up to the older man rather a lot and wonders if it's too obvious, tries to keep it reined in. he craves approval though, inclining his head slightly. ] I've never been, though. Hunting, I mean. It was never within my... repertoire, we'll just say.
[ see: he's a city boy, a city boy who grew up poor in his mother's church, then lived alone next to a factory. not too much time or the means to go hunting. ]
[ graves might not have seen credence for very long, but he's heard of how industrious he is -- the butler has been providing reports on the tutor, and graves is aware that even the most hardworking individual needs a break once in awhile. a holiday off, so to speak. ]
You will still be paid, of course. [ graves is careful to add. he might be a demanding taskmaster, but he's fair, and there's something subtly endearing about the genuine surprise in the young man's face. ]
It's all right, I'll teach you. [ there is a hint of a smile that tugs at his mouth. ] I hear you grew up in a church.
[ credence really does work too hard. it will be nice to have a week to breathe, much as he adores teaching his charge. a holiday with a man as attractive as percival graves is doubly nice, though he's trying not to think about that part. very studiously. (it's difficult.) ]
Thank you very much. [ he realizes he hadn't even worried about that for the first time in his life. it isn't that he expects to be paid for a holiday, but that he knows he has somewhere to return to and doesn't have to worry after the bills that he can't pay.
i'll teach you. credence's smile now is sheepish and he realizes in that moment he's utterly smitten but keeps it carefully bottled up. just in case. ] I did, sir. My mother ran the church and kept people on that needed places to stay in our home, my sisters and I helped her.
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[ graves says briskly, approving of the young man's easy praise, his amenable nature. the tutor is both clever and courteous -- and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes either. graves is not naturally disposed to noticing men, but there is a beauty to credence that catches the eye and snares the attention, the full curls of his dark hair, the curve of his mouth when he smiles.
he's heard some of the maids talk about him in passing, whispers, of course, of how good-looking he is, and he thinks that their tales do him little justice. ] I actually called you here to inform you that my son will have no need for your tutoring for the next seven days. He will be traveling to his grandfather's. [ a beat. ] I was wondering if you will like to accompany me on a hunting session tomorrow.
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[ he seems thoughtful though, trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say. he looks up to the older man rather a lot and wonders if it's too obvious, tries to keep it reined in. he craves approval though, inclining his head slightly. ] I've never been, though. Hunting, I mean. It was never within my... repertoire, we'll just say.
[ see: he's a city boy, a city boy who grew up poor in his mother's church, then lived alone next to a factory. not too much time or the means to go hunting. ]
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You will still be paid, of course. [ graves is careful to add. he might be a demanding taskmaster, but he's fair, and there's something subtly endearing about the genuine surprise in the young man's face. ]
It's all right, I'll teach you. [ there is a hint of a smile that tugs at his mouth. ] I hear you grew up in a church.
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Thank you very much. [ he realizes he hadn't even worried about that for the first time in his life. it isn't that he expects to be paid for a holiday, but that he knows he has somewhere to return to and doesn't have to worry after the bills that he can't pay.
i'll teach you. credence's smile now is sheepish and he realizes in that moment he's utterly smitten but keeps it carefully bottled up. just in case. ] I did, sir. My mother ran the church and kept people on that needed places to stay in our home, my sisters and I helped her.