Lewis Brant Sheldon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
letyourcolorsburst) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
muserevival2016-10-21 02:16 pm
letyourcolorsburst) wrote in muserevival2016-10-21 02:16 pm
Entry tags:
130.2. Quote
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." - Khalil Gibran
Lewis truly loved being a dad. His baby girl wasn't his biologically, but she was made by the person he believed to be his soul mate. They both came into his life completely unexpectedly, like a bolt out of the blue... or a miracle, perhaps? In many ways, it was a miracle for Lorenzo. Lewis had heard his husband say that many a time. They met in the wake of Lorenzo going through an horrific tragedy, being left alone as single dad when his daughter was only three weeks old. Now they were a family, and Lewis had little memories of truth worth from before they met.
He knew everyone thought he was a big of an enigma. He didn't do that purposefully, it was just the way he was. He had an interesting mix of beliefs, he saw the world in a different way, and had shed many things from his childhood he believed to be poisonous and borderline evil in its very essence. He knew the reason life looked different to him now. And everyone else knew now too.
He finished taking a shower with is baby girl, now one and a half years old. This was their morning routine together while Lorenzo started his batshit crazy early hours at his florist store where his business had boomed lately. Lewis worked evenings at the theatre, so he had the early shift with Holly when they woke up in the morning. They took a shower, and Lewis usually spent the entirety of it singing to her, or telling her stories while they both ended up with shampoo mohawks. Stepping out of the shower, he bundled her up into her fluffy pink bath towel with the hood that made her look like a little teddy bear.
Lewis adored the sound of his daughter's giggles and happy babbling. She was his legally now, having adopted her after he and Lorenzo got married. Lewis didn't believe in marriage. That was another cloudy mystery no one could quite work out. He explained it the best he could. He didn't see his marriage as a marriage. He saw it more as a lifelong commitment; a promise to Lorenzo that they didn't need a piece of paper or a church to prove it. But Lorenzo had wanted the piece of paper, so Lewis was content to meet on even ground with that. That was what commitment would always mean to him - respect, loyalty, passion, and give-and-take.
He was still expertly nursing her on his hip while he grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist. Luckily, he was clever with his hands, and his makeup artistry skills weren't the only thing he could perfect being so dextrous. He headed into his bedroom to get them both dried off and dressed, but he found himself pausing in front of the mirror. He spent a lot of time in front of mirrors. He loved makeup himself. Fuck gender stereotypes. He was also a Masters-level Makeup Artist for TV and movies. He worked in front of mirrors.
But he didn't stop and really look at himself like this. No makeup, no clothing. All he had was a towel around his waist and his daughter on his hip who was offering her sweet little 'Dada Dada' over and over. She was playing with the amber pendant on the thick silver chain around his neck. She was teething again and leaning forward to try to put it in her mouth. Soon, there was drool everywhere. This is what you had every day of your life with children.
His eyes lowered and he turned to the side a little, letting his free hand run over the scar on the opposite side of his chest. He had an almost identical one on the other side of his chest, but that was now hidden with a tattoo. They were a beautiful script with a verse of Louis Armstrong's 'What a Wonderful World'. It was Lewis' favourite song, and it had gotten him through the hardest of days he fought through breast cancer.
Being diagnosed with breast cancer at nineteen when he was a male and trying to discover himself was awful. He didn't want to keep dwelling on it. He had survived, he had gone through months on end of chemo, and eventually went into remission. In the wake of it, he realised how much it had changed him. He saw nothing in the same light anymore. Life was still a confusing mix of wonderous things to be discovered, and no one was meant to understand them all.
"What do you think, cutiepie? Does Dada look like a train wreck?" Lewis murmured, bouncing Holly a little on his hip. He had never had body issues. Actually, these days, years after he went into remission, he was proud he had recovered from that skeleton with skin. Back then was mostly when he began to wear heavy makeup and experience with his image. He found where he was most comfortable, and now it was his natural go-to. It was who he was. But back then, it was to cover up how sick he was.
He had come so far. Here he was, and yes, he had the battle scars, but he was nursing his baby daughter, he was happily married, had a successful career. He had more than many people would. He living and breathing his second chance at life. Or perhaps even his second life. He often wondered about the world. If you got so sick with something like cancer, almost on death's door, did you really die and this was a second chance? They say you only have one life, and once chance at it, but do you? Or are some lucky people, like him, given the chance of a do-over, and cancer is like restarting the modem when the wifi drops out? That was what he believed, he just didn't talk abou it in depth with anyone because he always felt that beliefs should be private, like masturbation or sexual kinks. You didn't have to justify it, you didn't have to force anyone else to believe it, because you didn't need a team or a book to tell you what to do or how to do it.
Holly gave him a drooly grin and was snuggling in to give him a sweet little kiss on the lips. This, right here, with his family was what his life was all about now. This was what his do-over second chance had given him. Looking away from the mirror with a nod to himself, he went to get his cell phone from where he had left it beside the bed. Scrolling the contacts, he found the number he was looking for.
"Hi, Walker, it's Lewis Sheldon here. I was wondering if you could call me back to set up a time to talk to you about getting a fertility test..."
Lewis Sheldon ~ Original Character
Lewis truly loved being a dad. His baby girl wasn't his biologically, but she was made by the person he believed to be his soul mate. They both came into his life completely unexpectedly, like a bolt out of the blue... or a miracle, perhaps? In many ways, it was a miracle for Lorenzo. Lewis had heard his husband say that many a time. They met in the wake of Lorenzo going through an horrific tragedy, being left alone as single dad when his daughter was only three weeks old. Now they were a family, and Lewis had little memories of truth worth from before they met.
He knew everyone thought he was a big of an enigma. He didn't do that purposefully, it was just the way he was. He had an interesting mix of beliefs, he saw the world in a different way, and had shed many things from his childhood he believed to be poisonous and borderline evil in its very essence. He knew the reason life looked different to him now. And everyone else knew now too.
He finished taking a shower with is baby girl, now one and a half years old. This was their morning routine together while Lorenzo started his batshit crazy early hours at his florist store where his business had boomed lately. Lewis worked evenings at the theatre, so he had the early shift with Holly when they woke up in the morning. They took a shower, and Lewis usually spent the entirety of it singing to her, or telling her stories while they both ended up with shampoo mohawks. Stepping out of the shower, he bundled her up into her fluffy pink bath towel with the hood that made her look like a little teddy bear.
Lewis adored the sound of his daughter's giggles and happy babbling. She was his legally now, having adopted her after he and Lorenzo got married. Lewis didn't believe in marriage. That was another cloudy mystery no one could quite work out. He explained it the best he could. He didn't see his marriage as a marriage. He saw it more as a lifelong commitment; a promise to Lorenzo that they didn't need a piece of paper or a church to prove it. But Lorenzo had wanted the piece of paper, so Lewis was content to meet on even ground with that. That was what commitment would always mean to him - respect, loyalty, passion, and give-and-take.
He was still expertly nursing her on his hip while he grabbed his own towel and wrapped it around his waist. Luckily, he was clever with his hands, and his makeup artistry skills weren't the only thing he could perfect being so dextrous. He headed into his bedroom to get them both dried off and dressed, but he found himself pausing in front of the mirror. He spent a lot of time in front of mirrors. He loved makeup himself. Fuck gender stereotypes. He was also a Masters-level Makeup Artist for TV and movies. He worked in front of mirrors.
But he didn't stop and really look at himself like this. No makeup, no clothing. All he had was a towel around his waist and his daughter on his hip who was offering her sweet little 'Dada Dada' over and over. She was playing with the amber pendant on the thick silver chain around his neck. She was teething again and leaning forward to try to put it in her mouth. Soon, there was drool everywhere. This is what you had every day of your life with children.
His eyes lowered and he turned to the side a little, letting his free hand run over the scar on the opposite side of his chest. He had an almost identical one on the other side of his chest, but that was now hidden with a tattoo. They were a beautiful script with a verse of Louis Armstrong's 'What a Wonderful World'. It was Lewis' favourite song, and it had gotten him through the hardest of days he fought through breast cancer.
Being diagnosed with breast cancer at nineteen when he was a male and trying to discover himself was awful. He didn't want to keep dwelling on it. He had survived, he had gone through months on end of chemo, and eventually went into remission. In the wake of it, he realised how much it had changed him. He saw nothing in the same light anymore. Life was still a confusing mix of wonderous things to be discovered, and no one was meant to understand them all.
"What do you think, cutiepie? Does Dada look like a train wreck?" Lewis murmured, bouncing Holly a little on his hip. He had never had body issues. Actually, these days, years after he went into remission, he was proud he had recovered from that skeleton with skin. Back then was mostly when he began to wear heavy makeup and experience with his image. He found where he was most comfortable, and now it was his natural go-to. It was who he was. But back then, it was to cover up how sick he was.
He had come so far. Here he was, and yes, he had the battle scars, but he was nursing his baby daughter, he was happily married, had a successful career. He had more than many people would. He living and breathing his second chance at life. Or perhaps even his second life. He often wondered about the world. If you got so sick with something like cancer, almost on death's door, did you really die and this was a second chance? They say you only have one life, and once chance at it, but do you? Or are some lucky people, like him, given the chance of a do-over, and cancer is like restarting the modem when the wifi drops out? That was what he believed, he just didn't talk abou it in depth with anyone because he always felt that beliefs should be private, like masturbation or sexual kinks. You didn't have to justify it, you didn't have to force anyone else to believe it, because you didn't need a team or a book to tell you what to do or how to do it.
Holly gave him a drooly grin and was snuggling in to give him a sweet little kiss on the lips. This, right here, with his family was what his life was all about now. This was what his do-over second chance had given him. Looking away from the mirror with a nod to himself, he went to get his cell phone from where he had left it beside the bed. Scrolling the contacts, he found the number he was looking for.
"Hi, Walker, it's Lewis Sheldon here. I was wondering if you could call me back to set up a time to talk to you about getting a fertility test..."