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Nov. 20th, 2023 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
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Date: 2024-02-20 11:23 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2024-02-21 03:38 pm (UTC)They don't get far apart again for most of the rest of the way up, another handful of warm kisses shared whenever one or the other of them (or maybe just Gus) can't wait any longer. Everything about it feels playful, Gustavain never very far from a laugh even as his own amorous advances start to become a little more serious the further they get from the likelihood that they'll be walked in on. No one stepping out of a room is going to get an unexpected eyefull of anything, but neither of their clothes are entirely without buttons popped and ties untied before they make it up.
There are a few ladders to climb, at the end, that he does let go of Opal long enough to climb, and then they're there-- to a little space at once cozy and spartan up under the eaves. Gustavain doesn't keep many mementos or spare objects-- there's a dresser and armoire, and a little chest at the foot of the bed, but there aren't any signs that there's anything here more than a typical inn room. Still, the little space manages to somehow look lived-in all the same.
Not that Opal is given much time to explore, even if he wanted to, because now that they have nowhere else to be, Gustavain deepens the next kiss hungrily.
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Date: 2024-02-21 05:00 pm (UTC)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.