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travelerscurse ([personal profile] travelerscurse) wrote2023-11-20 02:19 pm

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 These are the kinds of nights Gustavain has always liked the best.

The Carline Canopy isn't standing room only, not overly crowded, but there are enough people to make an appreciative audience and to make a little noise for a good show.  It's just late enough in the evening that things haven't yet gotten raucous, but it's obvious they're going to.  Someone's already bought him a drink or two and he's got some other bards to share the load with or to play opposite, but there's not so many clamoring for attention that his own star can't shine a little.

It's been a bit of a long week-- he's been trying to do some little odd jobs here and there out in the Shroud, mostly hunting and helping to curb some minor Ixali issues, and while he enjoys the work and is finding a natural aptitude for it, his fingers ache now from lance shafts and bowstrings alike.  Luckily while there's some similarities in some ways, he's able to compensate for the sorest of his fingers with the violin, though it certainly also makes them a different sort of sore in the process.  His best instrument has always been the one he was born with anyway, and with other bards happier to play things like the flute, it's easing into a lovely night, just what he needs to relax.  
scholarlywarden: (Opal [Smile])

[personal profile] scholarlywarden 2023-11-21 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets Opal to laugh, and the act likely makes him all the lovelier; when the stoic mask drops, there is an undeniable vibrancy to him, a quiet vivaciousness and zeal for all this new world has to offer. He does not shine in the way Gustavain does, attracting those around him with sheer brilliance, but there is still a pull there, perhaps more akin to a magnet- a gentle tug into his orbit, and once there making it undesirable to pull away.

"You call it crude, I call it refreshingly straight-forward," he says, one of those little smiles gracing him again, "I am still adjusting to the run-around people here seem to employ instead of just asking directly."
scholarlywarden: (Opal [Smile])

[personal profile] scholarlywarden 2023-11-21 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Opal shakes his head with a smile. It is more funny to him that anything, that some people seem to assume he's going to be some great adventurer. It's not really his plan; even getting into it this much hadn't been his plan. He sort of just... winds up stumbling into things, can't ignore someone who needs help even on his worst day, but he's sure it won't be an option anymore should he manage to get to Sharlayan. Still, he doesn't push back against it, not seeing the point. Continuing to adventure would be far from the worst thing to do until he gets there.

"I do not have a 'place,'" he says with a wry smile- maybe he would have gotten a room tonight, maybe not, but it would not be the first or last time he opted to just sleep out in the wilderness. (He wouldn't mind that for a rendezvous, either, but he doubts that's what the bard has in mind.) "So I suppose you should lead the way."
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[personal profile] scholarlywarden 2024-02-20 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There is an extent to which Opal views sleeping in such closed off spaces an often unnecessary luxury, though certainly a welcome on days where the weather is more... eventful (and he will admit that that occurs more frequently here than in the Wood).

"I would be an exceptionally poor Viera if I were," he points out, amused, easily falling into step with their arms looped. If anything, it makes him all the more curious about where they're heading.

Not so curious that he's ignoring the signs of the man next to him, of course. He responds easily to the tug, like a dancer working off their partner, finding a way into the kiss with ease and returning the heat but breaking off just soon enough to make it more enticing.
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[personal profile] scholarlywarden 2024-02-21 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
For all that it is about to get hot and heavy, there is something joyfully light about this, and Opal finds himself smiling more than he has in weeks. It does feel like they’re just having fun together, without the weighty expectations some people put on this.

Opal nearly vaults up the ladder with the grace only someone who’s spent their life climbing up impossibly tall trees can show, but doesn’t have time to do anything other than that before being pulled into Guatavain’s embrace, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Now assured privacy, his hands find the edges of the elezen’s shirt, playfully tugging it off his shoulders.