[ Okay so this was not where they planned to meet, and as such, he's not expecting anyone.
He comes to the door wearing jeans and nothing else, skin glittered with droplets of water, hair wet and shaggy around his eyes, and a towel around his neck.
And he stares at her, eyebrows creasing. ]
You're...early. [ ... ] And here. I was gonna meet you. How'd you get past the guards?
I may need your help. Professionally. Well, not for me but for a friend.
He's an older vampire who has had issues with control because of what this place does. I know no magic can control it entirely but I'd like to be able to find him some help to feel more secure.
Mr. Hawthorne? My name is Charles Saville. When you have a moment, Kyle Valenti mentioned that you might be able to help me with a supernatural problem I'm having.
['Supernatural problem' is putting it lightly, but it feels abrupt to jump immediately to calling it vampiric maiming when he hasn't spoken two words to this man before. That part comes next.]
I'm able, and willing, to pay or barter in whatever way might be necessary, of course.
Things are in motion. I'd like you watch for SIN guard movements today in the Up, should they congregate anywhere or react out of general routine that you notice. I'll be in touch with you later.
[And may not respond to anything in a timely manner.]
[ Cool, he's gonna have a knot of worry in his stomach all day. ]
no problem i'll stay in touch
be careful
[ He'll send a report each hour. Mostly they just confirm 'normal', or provide numbers and locations where there's changes. For this sort of thing, he thinks less will be more. ]
I understand you were responsible for the sunlight protection jewellery Astarion wears. I'd like to understand your technique and am willing to pay for your time. Learning via experimentation is too risky here, given the consequences. I have no intention of selling it, nor making it for anyone but Astarion. I only want to be sure someone else knows should you leave the city again.
You're Invited! Hope Mikaelson is celebrating her 23rd birthday at Subversion on May 4th - drinks, appetizers, cupcakes, and more! gifts are not required, you are ღ
Question for you. If I told you that I was falling in love with someone who hated something like... dragons. Or people who had a lot of tattoos or piercings or couldn't stand people who used drugs because they liked the way it made them feel, how would that make YOU feel?
Imagine if I said that we were friends, but then I confessed I'd downplayed my feelings.
[ sometimes, hope has moments, and sometimes there's a reason for the madness. ]
well, i don't know, i mean i might suggest that someone who hates those things might not have a great deal in common with you, as a person who likes those things, so far as i was aware?
and if you told me you'd downplayed your feelings i'd be confused about why, i mean. i would never try to tell you who to like. i'd want to think you could be honest with me
this isn't a prelude to telling me you're in love with thomas jopson or something is it
i mean i'm thinking probably? the parties here always have some bullshit going on any food or drink might have aphro of some kind in it, so like just be aware of that
but i mean wtf else am i gonna do, sit inside all day?
Barry let Dorian know his intentions, that he wanted to go to Nate already fucked open and slick with come. Dorian was accomodating as always. So he doesn't bother to dress, not really wanting to anyway, just making his way over to wherever Nate is lounging. He's hard against his stomach, still leaking from whatever's been making him come more here.
"I remember you saying you like fucking someone who's already been fucked...I'm ready for you now, if you want me."
Nate's on one of the recliners, catching his breath. The teas here are dangerous, for him. Their effects are fun, and so far don't seem to come with any unpleasant side effects. Nate may have started out today intending to experiment in moderation, but that's long since gone out the window. He never was good at keeping such impulses in check.
Right now, both the black tea and the floral tea are rolling around his system, and though he has no idea it's done anything to him yet, the milk thistle has pricked his veins, too.
He looks up at the voice, and a keen, crooked smile crosses his lips.
"That's an oldie but a goodie. But are you ready...now?"
He glances around. The recliners were very clearly put here for this purpose, but they're very far from private. There's onlookers. He'll let Barry decide.
I need you to do me a favour if you would. I awoke this morning to find myself... of the opposing designation. Presumably the city will be closing the Smoking Wand shortly. If you might move certain items I've nowhere to house, I should appreciate it. We'll sort it out later.
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