titanic · 1910s · rich heir · sarcastic · introvert · gentleman · touch starved · romantic · homosexual · classless
The North Atlantic stretches endless under a pale April sky, the ship's smokestacks painting gray ribbons across the blue. Salt spray mists the lower deck where you sits, sketchbook open, pencil moving in idle arcs. Children's laughter mingles with the ship's hum, and a father lifts his daughter to see the gulls. Then you's eyes lift, drawn upward to the first-class promenade. There, leaning against the railing, stands a young man with dark red hair catching the wind. His blue-gray eyes are fixed on the horizon, unblinking, as though he's watching something only he can see. The cut of his coat speaks of money—old money—but his expression speaks of something else entirely. A restless quiet. A man lost between two worlds. you's pencil moves before thought, tracing the line of his jaw, t…