Gustvain doesn't like to "rough it" when he can help it-- he gets enough of that when he can't help it, but sleeping out under the stars with a lover isn't necessarily roughing it, either.
"Well then, I hope you aren't afraid of heights," he downs his ale and hooks an arm through Opal's to lead him away with a saucy wave and a wink to the other bard he was singing with. He has a little room up in the very highest part of the inn, up above where most people sleep. It's too many ladders (read: any ladders at all) for a guest room and it's an odd little space to rent out, too small and too inaccessible for most people. And most adventurers around here were just passing through. Gustavain is an odd sort in this way, too-- indistinguishable from an adventurer in many ways, even taking levequests and odd requests, but never really showing much inclination to move on from Gridania.
He will eventually, of course, he doesn't consider this tiny room to be a permanent home, but he's walked a long road to just get here since the Calamity and he's enjoying having some small amount of roots for a bit, remembering what it was like to be part of a community.
They'll get to the rooms and the ladders in a minute, but the moment they're in the darkness of the halls, at least temporarily private, he'll tug Opal into him a bit, pull him in for a kiss that he doesn't ask or hesitate on, but does fully telegraph. It's somehow both chaste and heated, just a warm press of their mouths, nothing fancy or deep, but the way Gustavain pulls him in says that's more about not ending up making out in the hallway than it is any desire to be chaste
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Date: 2024-02-20 09:39 pm (UTC)"Well then, I hope you aren't afraid of heights," he downs his ale and hooks an arm through Opal's to lead him away with a saucy wave and a wink to the other bard he was singing with. He has a little room up in the very highest part of the inn, up above where most people sleep. It's too many ladders (read: any ladders at all) for a guest room and it's an odd little space to rent out, too small and too inaccessible for most people. And most adventurers around here were just passing through. Gustavain is an odd sort in this way, too-- indistinguishable from an adventurer in many ways, even taking levequests and odd requests, but never really showing much inclination to move on from Gridania.
He will eventually, of course, he doesn't consider this tiny room to be a permanent home, but he's walked a long road to just get here since the Calamity and he's enjoying having some small amount of roots for a bit, remembering what it was like to be part of a community.
They'll get to the rooms and the ladders in a minute, but the moment they're in the darkness of the halls, at least temporarily private, he'll tug Opal into him a bit, pull him in for a kiss that he doesn't ask or hesitate on, but does fully telegraph. It's somehow both chaste and heated, just a warm press of their mouths, nothing fancy or deep, but the way Gustavain pulls him in says that's more about not ending up making out in the hallway than it is any desire to be chaste