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NAME: boyden grayer cassel. <BR>
AGE: nineteen years old.<BR>
NICKNAMES: boyd.<BR>
GENDER: male.</BR>
DATE OF BIRTH: nov 17. <BR>
ORIENTATION: straight. <BR>
MEMBERGROUP: manhattan.<BR>
CANON/ORIGINAL: original.<BR>
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<b>basic facts:</b>
- six feet, two inches<br>
- grandson of the CEO of East 237 Studio<br>
- grandson of a acclaimed fashion magazine editor<br>
- dropped out of Juilliard School during his junior year
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The softest brown eyes, the sweetest smile.<br><br><hr><br>
<i>I don't trust that boy of yours.<BR><BR>
He's five, dad.<BR><BR>
I don't like the look of him.<BR><BR>
Grandma said he looks just like you when you were his age. <br>Acts like you, too.<BR><BR>
Like I said, I don't trust him.</i>
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In every man there is a beast, and she can hear him, speaking softly, adding a blade's edge to every kind word and a thrust to every caress. <br><br><hr><br>
You're such a bitch<br><br>
Where the fuck is it?<BR><BR>
I don't have it, okay! Mom caught me earlier.<BR><BR>
Jesus. You're such a pussy, Drew.<BR><BR>
And Kier watched Drew shrink away from the heat of Boyd's gaze. Shrink and mumble an apology. It struck Kier not for the first time how Boyd was never the "kid brother." <BR><BR>
"Quit it, Boyd," Kier sighed, tired of being the peacemaker, when he saw that Drew was sliding to moody rebellion, his features already arranged into a sulk.<BR><BR>
He doesn't understand him. Never could. <br><br>
All Kier knows about Boyd was this: he doesn't have a lick of sense; he's a kid, in the way, not getting the joke. But only for a little while. In time he'll know it before anyone else could guess the punchline. There are things in the world that Boyd doesn't understand yet, but he will. He'll conquer the unknown and become a man.<br><br>
And when that happens...<br><br>
Kier put a finger on his temple and mimed blowing his head off with a gun, earning a chuckle from Drew who thought Kier was on his side. But Kier, who signaled they should maybe get going before the owner of the bar called the police, hooked his arm over Boyd's neck and dragged him away, fondness and fear for his brother making his actions a weird combination of rough and tender. It left Drew to pick up the rear, his hands stuck in the pocket of his jeans, his body in an artful slouch.<br><br><hr><br>Actually, he's more like like Puck, Mercutio, a mascot, rolled into one, everywhere at once. <br><br><hr><br>
Black as sin and strong as shame. Girls look at him and think how they could spend their whole lives sitting up there in the light in denial of all the things down in the dark water. But if they let him, he'll show them how their soul, their real mind, is down there: thinking in images and metaphors and beautiful music. He's the one who would know how to show them the little stories that don't make sense in the sunlight. How it'll only make sense in the dark.<br><br> If they let him.<br><br><hr><br>
Boyd watches Boyd do what Boyd does best, as he kisses her breasts and focuses his body on hers.
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