Of Sanguine Disposition

Serafin · Mar 27, 2016

Mirak squinted a bit, but held his smile. Was it perhaps a mistake? Had he underestimated how much the young man had to drink? Maybe he was simply a bit inexperienced. But, whatever the case was, he wanted to make him comfortable, and so he reached up and placed a warm hand under his shoulder blade for just a moment, steadying him. He followed suit with a quick draft of the sherry, and with a small sigh, replaced the stopper in the flask.

What to ask next? Family was clearly off the table, for a self-proclaimed refugee. Occupation, he knew, and was trying to ignore. The next topic should be recreation, clearly.

He parried the clumsy advance, momentarily, just to be sure it wasn't just the alcohol. "So, Damian, what do you do for fun around here? I've been looking to get out a little more. Mingle a bit."

Mertiya · Mar 27, 2016

Damian still wasn't certain if he was reading signals correctly, but he was at least pretty certain that Mirak wouldn't actually punch him in the face for being forward, which was a substantial step up from the kinds of things that had happened to him in the past. Besides, the jolt he'd felt over his accent deepening had made him rather mulish.

"What do I do for fun?" he echoed lightly. "I go to parties, get drunk, read terrible poetry. And also new friends. In general." He grinned at Mirak, giving him a sidelong look up from beneath his eyelashes. "That's always a favorite."

Serafin · Mar 27, 2016

Mirak paused. Certainly the translation enchantments were just a little off. Did he just say something about doing new friends? Perhaps a poor choice of words, or maybe he was just being catty. Whatever the case was, this young man was badly in need of some caretakerly attention. Yes, he was not going to be lead astray anymore. He needed a good example.

"What good fortune, then. I happen to write a lot of terrible poetry. I'm a much better sketch artist than anything else, but it doesn't stop me from trying my hand."

Mirak slid his hand down from behind Damian's shoulder, closer to his waist.

"Perhaps you should like to join me in my study and read it sometime. Maybe you could try your hand, too."

Mertiya · Mar 27, 2016

Damian smiled lazily, letting Mirak draw him closer. "Oh, yeah," he said. "I'd love to try my hand." He traced his own rather small hand across Mirak's broad one. "So you sketch?" he asked, for the moment somewhat content to soak in the warmth at his back. There was plenty of time, after all. "You should show me."

He smirked and turned toward Mirak. "There are rooms upstairs, right?" he said. "Only two people allowed at once or something? We could get away from this crowd. Kinda hard to have a discussion going in the middle of this many people." Leaning closer, he lifted a finger to press to Mirak's chest. "What do you say? Just you and me?"

Serafin · Mar 27, 2016

Mirak shrugged a bit, furtively, before grasping Damian's hand at his chest, and carefully pulling it down to his knees — but still holding it. "Judging by the eagerness with which you took to my spirits, I'd say you've been having a hard day. Or maybe week. Or even month."

Here he curled his fingers under Damian's, as if to permit his hand to withdraw, but beckoning it to stay. The pair drew the occasional glance from passers-by, the sudden intensity of their interaction apparent. Usually sharing a drink with a stranger wasn't enough to get his hands all over you, even for a beautiful, preening specimen such as Mirak. He felt subtly self-conscious for a moment, before submitting his response.

"Something tells me a man in your state shouldn't be wandering around unsupervised in here. And I don't know anything about the upper floors, but, if you'd like to go for a walk with me, I certainly wouldn't be opposed to getting to know you better. "

Here he loosed his hands from Damian, pulled his pack closer from under the table, its shoulder straps neatly tucked away, and stowed the sherry and his crystal glasses, his sketchbook and silvered pommel peeking out from the top ever so slightly. "And besides, if you want the rest of this, I'm sure no one will object to our enjoying it somewhere more... scenic?"

Then, as he shifted his weight to stand, he added an afterthought. "But, do be aware I can't be out all night. I have plenty of other new faces to learn." And here he remembered he hadn't quite received a yes to his proposition, and looked to Damian — first to his lips, then to his eyes — for a response.

Mertiya · Mar 28, 2016

Damian considered. Making a friend was probably more valuable in the long run than roping in a single one night stand, and Mirak certainly didn't seem averse to his companionship, at any rate. He didn't often bother to wait, but then he didn't often have someone respond to his cues the way Mirak was now. He was much more used to an outright "let's fuck" or "fuck off." Some form of fucking, anyway.

"More like a hard life," he said easily in response to Mirak's first comment. "Growing up in Kentucky, y'know? Worst place on earth." He stretched and slid his feet from the chair to the ground, testing his weight at first to make sure he was good to stand.

He was. The alcohol still hadn't done much more than tint the evening golden and warm, and golden warmth was what Damian needed right now. "As for a walk, yeah, sounds great." He deliberately mimicked Mirak's gaze, though he let his own eyes linger a bit longer on Mirak's lips and slide away from the eye contact a little faster. "Let me just liberate a little more alcohol from the bar."

If Mirak wasn't going to be around all night, he was going to need enough to get himself sufficiently drunk that he'd be able to snatch a few hours of uninhibited oblivion, and the back of his mind was still buzzing with enough emotion to prevent that, if he didn't shove the feelings and the fear down with some kind of suppressant.

Serafin · Mar 31, 2016

Mirak adjusted his gear as he waited — mostly patiently — for Damian to find the right state of mind to go for a wander. After all, he had seemed to have an entirely different kind of interaction in mind. Maybe loosening up wouldn't be such a bad thing. And there would certainly be a nice view on the roof. Mirak regretted that the business of getting registered and settled in had consumed most of his free time, and pondered that maybe getting a chance to unwind wouldn't be so terrible. There might be other opportunities to socialize.

The glasses in his backpack clinked as he adjusted, and watched quietly. His fingers traced over the open bar until he settled on a beer bottle with an interesting label, and with a flick against his hardened wristband, removed the lid. He shook off his hand and took a long sip. It was inoffensive, but very uninteresting. He nursed it as Damian drank greedily.

The first hint of impatience gave itself away when he tapped his fingers on the bar...

Mertiya · Apr 12, 2016

Beer probably wouldn't cut it, but scotch might. It was a shame that he hated the taste, but that didn't really matter, did it? He'd just need a few more shots and maybe a little for the road. The alcohol burned in the back of his throat and down to his stomach, and he hissed a little at the taste. Shutting his eyes, he let the sudden warmth rise to his cheeks, savoring the pleasantness of the feeling for a long moment.

The soft tap-tap-tap of Mirak's fingers drew him out of his reverie, and he grinned across at his new companion. "Sorry," he said. "Let's get out of here, then."

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