travelerscurse | There's a price to pay and a consequence

There's a price to pay and a consequence - for darlingdatura

There's protocol to be observed, both as a field agent returning from the field and as an "Imperial deserter" come to join the rising tide of resistance in Ala Mhigo. But the first thing he does the moment all of that is taken care of is secure a change of clothes out of his uniform and a bath. The bath is in a river and the clothes are simple, used but not quite threadbare yet, but it's a start. He's never liked the more "advanced" Garlean fabrics even without the farce of putting him in a soldier's uniform and it's a relief to be back in something organic, homespun, a comfort he didn't know he was missing until he had it again.

Food is next and the most difficult. He has no money, not that would be good here, anyway, and has traded what he carried for what he has gotten so far. He's down to the clothes on his back, his bow, and his instruments and none of them are things he's willing to give up.

So old habits die hard, perhaps, or maybe it's more like riding a chocobo, you don't forget, or maybe, just maybe, this is it's own form of homecoming. Whatever the reason, he finds himself singing for his supper just like he used to years ago, moving from place to place in a Calamity-pocked world, helping where he could, working where there was work. His voice is somewhat out of service like this, but it's good enough for some tavern songs and the quickly erected pavilion tent does seem to become a tavern once he starts, hopefully making the owner a bit more gil than normal, enough to off-set his own meal and mead, meager though it may be.

He's mostly been playing the violin. It and the harp are his favorites, for their ability to both allow him to sing with them and their ability to keep a tune all on their own where he needs to rest his voice, but the harp is a bit too calm for a place like this. The violin is soothing without being overbearing, and he can fiddle with it when he needs to.

It's shaping up to be a good enough evening, a balm to a soul that has seen precious little of music these past two years in Ilsabard.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Mikka couldn't help but chuckle at that, the tone wry especially in the face of that grin.

"You do me a kindness. Are you sure you're not wont to join the game of 'see what innuendo soars over Mikka's head next?' I hear it's quite entertaining." Not that he especially minded it. No one ever seemed to mean it cruelly, and there were oftentimes a scarcity of things to get people laughing.

"I prefer more obvious innuendo. What's the point if the listener doesn't understand your meaning? Moreover, it's hardly useful or interesting if it makes the hearer uncomfortable. Jokes should be funny to the listener and attempts to woo someone should be made in earnest. Anything else seems an insult, to me-- both to the ears such things fall on and the teller alike. I'd never wish to be seen as crude... well..." he takes another sip of his wine and he's so good at that grin, "not unless that were wholly my intention. I've caused a few deliberate scandals in my time, I suppose. Too many to feign absolute innocence, certainly."

Though perhaps he doesn't fully mean it to, it does put some of his earlier, gentle flirtations in an... interesting light.

It was likely quite obvious when the implications might sink in with the little miqo'te- the prick of ears, the stain of pink refreshed on his cheeks definitely quite clear signs.

"...In earnest?" He repeated as more an inquiry, the tone tentative and definitely shy. But at the same time... not a thing that sounded upset by the idea.

"...Yes?" the vowel is a bit elongated, questioning. He's not sure what's causing the reaction, at least not at first, though the reaction itself is quite obvious, and it's plain on his face. After a moment, though, realization dawns, and he smiles, setting his chin in his hand,

"Are you so shocked that I might find you charming?" If Mikka were someone else, perhaps now would be a good time for a more sexual comment, but he doesn't think Mikka would appreciate it quite so much as something like, "I already know you're pleasant enough to spend an evening with, why not a night?"

"...A little?" He admitted finally, unable to help how he fidgeted with his cup between his fingers. Not a bad response so much as just being a little nervous faced with a situation new to him, out of his comfort zone. "If... anyone's ever been interested in me in such a way before they... didn't say as much. Or if I misread, they didn't correct."

"Really?" it's his turn to be surprised, blinking at the smaller man, "I would have thought you'd have to beat the admirers off with a stick."

Gustavain is starting to become aware that Mikka maybe doesn't think super highly of himself. Perhaps it's simply that no one has ever been quite so obvious. Well, more for him, then, he supposes, or at the very least, their loss.

"If you invite me back to your tent, we don't have to stop talking when I finish my wine," he offers, "And you can set the pace for anything else. I enjoy the all the rest of it, and would absolutely enjoy it with you," he wants to make that abundantly clear, "but I don't care to make you uncomfortable. But yes, if you'd have me, I'm certainly interested"

Gustavain wasn't wrong in his assessment, but there were a myriad of reasons why Mikka felt that way, things he didn't tend to share, let alone with someone he'd only just met, no matter how handsome and charming they might be.

Whatever the case he did smile at the plainspoken offer, heartened by the clarification.

"I... think I'd like that, actually. I can't say I've experience with all the rest as you put it," Might as well be clear with that even if his cheeks reddened a bit more at the admission. "But if you've the patience for such, it is something I-I think I would like to try."

Gustavain nods, lips curving back into a gentle smile and he reaches out and lays his hand over Mikka's on the table, thumb tracing a warm path on his skin,

"It'd be an honor. And a pleasure, I'm sure," there's a warm lilt to his voice when he says that, teasing but only in the best way. "And again, if you find anything not to your liking, I'll be just as happy with the bed and the additional warmth in the night," there's that openly sly expression a moment later, "Though I will certainly endeavor to leave you with nothing to complain about."

Mikka's smile warms at that, the miqo'te keenly aware of that touch, relatively innocent to be sure but the implications there made it something more.

"Whatever happens, I can't say I'd complain about the extra warmth regardless, I'm a warm weather sort through and through." A soft chuckle, brows lifting. "But call it a wild guess, I'm thinking I'll have naught to be upset about regardless."

"Would you care to retire now, then? One could hardly blame you for going to bed early to get some additional rest for tomorrow," his smile is even nicer when the joke is one for the both of them, shutting the rest of the world out.

"I usually like to fully enjoy my wine, but I find myself willing to make an exception this evening..."

"It would certainly be sensible of me..." Mikka replied, a little playful in his tone, finding he enjoyed this sort of thing, where both were in on it. "Especially with your being so kindly accommodating."

"Of course, of course," he downs the rest of his wine in a single go, doesn't seem particularly worse for the wear for it, but he had said that it often took a while.

"Please, lead on, then, unless you have a tab to close?" He's not sure whether this young man has found an actual room somewhere or if they're destined for a tent out in the encampment, but it really doesn't matter much. He's a bit worried about keeping their voices down if they're out in the field somewhere, but it's more for Mikka's sake and politeness than caring if the whole world knew what he was up to.

He was already looking forward to the evening, but he hadn't been looking forward to the part where he had to fish for someone to take him home, so skipping all of that and going straight to the good part is more than fine by him, a delightful turn of events.

"No tab, we can head right out." Mikka hummed, as Zaika was stretching and hopping down from the table as they were getting ready to head out. He'd gotten into the habit of paying for meals and drinks as he ordered, given how often he'd be called away on a moment's notice, and didn't mind keeping it up here.

"My room's not too far." He'd fussed that they could just give it to someone else, it wasn't like he was going to be there long enough to need it, but a room he had. At least this time he supposed it was a good thing he had it, rather than worrying about noise in a tent. As it was he just reached lightly to take Gustavain's hand with a shy little grin as they headed out, the little glowing carbuncle leading the way in the dim evening.

He's been playing this a bit more on the plausible deniability side, aware that not everyone liked their "indiscretions" on view and Mikka seemed shyer than most. But as soon as those fingers catch his, he breaks into a little grin and tugs Mikka's hand up to his mouth as he moves, pressing a little kiss against them before letting them drop back between them. He's certainly not opposed to sex being a bit more transactional or impersonal-- it's almost always some kind of good even when it is-- but being treated sweetly is, well, a treat, not necessarily better but better for it's rarity and he's not about to do anything to discourage it.

"Oh, you're one of the lucky ones," he comments when he sees that Mikka not only has a room but a decent room. Truthfully, though, he does know luck has little to do with it. Mikka is either someone very rich or very important or both to have scored accommodations like this.

Not that that's going to stop him. It's just an interesting detail.

Shy though he might be, Mikka was someone who desperately craved affection in a way that overrode those timid tendencies in him. So that kiss to fingers wins a sunny smile from him. He knows this is a casual thing, knows he shouldn't get overly attached or read too much into things, but at the same time that sweet gesture made him happy regardless.

"The bed is a good perk," He replied with a soft laugh. True enough for all he didn't have much time to enjoy the room typically. "Make yourself comfortable."

Gustavain doesn't waste any time in moving over to the chair at the small desk in the room and sitting to take off his boots. It genuinely does go a long way towards making him comfortable, but there's also a small amount of deliberately ushering them through some of the liminal space between the outside world and sleeping together. He takes the chair to not take the bed, he takes off his boots instead of his shirt, keeping things safe but also not shying away from them in the slightest, either.

"You as well," he says with a smile, "However you wish," it's not quite so formal as to be agreed upon or spoken, but it's very clear Gustavain intends for him to take the lead-- at least inasmuch as what level of intimacy they're headed for.

Mikka wasn't entirely sure what level of intimacy he wanted here. Not if he was asked in those terms, too shy to really consider it. But at the same time he did like the idea of sharing affection in some form, likely clear in the little smile he offers in return as he toes off his own boots before he was crossing to the desk Gustavain was sitting by to set his book on.

"Admittedly I'm not entirely sure where to start, if I'm being honest." Commented with a soft laugh. "We're leaps and bounds beyond anything I'm used to. Not that I mind that..."

But it did make him uncertain how to continue on, or to signal that he might like the idea of it.

Gustavain considers that for a moment, then smiles. Reading things about people is kind of his thing and there's something in this moment that pushes him to offer something he might not normally, not out of a dislike for it, but that the other person might think he was being silly or perhaps coddling them, or worse, angling for moving too quickly, when really the desire is the opposite,

"Why don't you get down to whatever you're planning on sleeping in and we curl up in bed. Everything always feels more natural when you're already warm and relaxed with someone."

Something in the set of Mikka's shoulders eased at that suggestion, a bit of relief in his smile as he nodded his agreement. He hoped to not need to have his hand held throughout everything, but in the beginning, having that guidance was something of a comfort.

"Aye, that sounds like a good place to start." He agreed softly. Not that it would take him long- his clothing was fairly simple, if well made, ties and wraps rather than fiddly buttons, in lighter layers that were easy enough to shrug off, until he was in his smallclothes.

And maybe blushing a bit as he was moving to settle in the bed, scooting to one side so there would be room for Gustavain to join him.

He leaves the loose pants he's wearing on. He usually doesn't sleep in much, if anything, but he figures it will also help with the comfort somewhat if he's a little more clothed. He does skim out of his shirt, though, and slides into bed and directly into Mikka's arms as he does. Light though he's trying to keep this, he does want to push a little, doesn't have any problem with rushing a bit in the early, early stages of things, to see where the baselines are if nothing else.

He doesn't immediately go for anything overtly sexual, just makes sure they're cozily tucked in together, and settles warm against Mikka, letting him just learn what having another body in his bed feels like.

After a moment, Gustavain nuzzles against his cheek, then up to one of his ears,

"Is aught amiss? You will let me know if it is, won't you?" he doesn't honestly doubt it, he just speaks to speak, to not let things sit in silence as he pulls him closer, starting to slowly tangle them more together if there's no objections.

It's... nice. Having that warmth against him, the comfort of another person nestled close. The little miqo'te blushes still, but aside from maybe a bit of shyness still at the newness of this, he doesn't seem actually uncomfortable or unhappy with the way Gustavain settled. A soft little chirp slipping from him at the nuzzle against cheek and ear, a faint smile still on his face.

"Everything is fine..." He assures him, finding himself more than willing to nestle in closer at the elezen's urging. "You'll be first to know should that change."

"Good. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything, but I do think this will be easier to lead by example than ask you every little thing," he strokes his hand warmly up and down Mikka's back as he speaks, the touch certainly soothing, but also more than slow and sensual enough to be a caress, not just something to quiet him.

After a moment of that, he leans in and actually sets his mouth first against Mikka's neck, right at the join with his shoulder, mouth moving softly upwards. There's a bit of tongue, a hint of teeth, but nothing that will leave a mark. He might yet try something like that, if Mikka is interested, but not for a first touch.

For another lover, he might have trailed up behind an ear, but the position of Mikka's make that a little difficult, so he trails along his cheek instead at the top of his path, until he can kiss him, warm and slow.

"Y-yes, that makes sense." And it did make Mikka feel a bit more at ease in some way, that there wouldn't be that stop-start-stop of questions to distract him from just sussing out how he felt about what was going on and what they could do.

The first sense of lips against skin earned a pleasant little shiver crawling through him, a soft, shaky little rasp of sound in response, though it certainly didn't sound like a bad thing, not accompanied with the shy little quirk of lips that Gustavain might notice when he leaned in for that proper kiss, or the shift of the arms around him, like the miqo'te wanted to keep him there.

He keeps the kiss a bit heated but not yet particularly deep, easing him carefully into this. Perhaps some people might find it a bit harrowing, either to know that they're someone's first or to have to navigate those waters, but it's really no bother in Gustavain's mind. He likes to learn all of his lovers, even ones he'll never see again-- as many of their quirks and likes and dislikes as can fit in an evening. He doesn't kiss and tell, exactly, but everything is inspiration of a sort and he never really stops wanting to soak it all up like a sponge.

Very slowly, with plenty of time to protest but without any particular caution, he lets one hand slip down, palming over Mikka's ass. He pulls him in a little more like that and nibbles softly on his lower lip judging the reactions there before moving forward.

Mikka was trying not to think about it in those terms himself. Knew he likely wouldn't be as skilled as others Gustavain had been with in the past but... if that was a thing the elezen was worried about then he wouldn't have decided to go through with this, aware as he was that the miqo'te was new to this. Worrying about that would just make Mikka anxious, so he consciously set the thought aside, focusing instead on the warmth of the kissing that he was being introduced to, the solid warmth of the body he was snuggled in against.

The feel of the hand on his rear, the light nibble against his lip were both new to him, earning a low pleased little croon from Mikka along with a shiver. One hand staying where it was, the other sliding lightly through his companion's hair, fingertips almost delicate in brushing against his ear. He'd heard somewhere that elezen's ears were sensitive, wasn't sure how true that was, but the idea of being able to share something like that with Gustavain pleased him.

(no subject)

travelerscurse - 2021-05-23 21:39 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only