over a drink

[oneholysock]

The OVER A DRINK Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.

3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.

4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.

5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

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[mournwitch]

( the flair is appreciated; he returns to her to find she’s been watching him, sleepy and soft with affection, a smile tugging the corner of her mouth. she finds, it must be said, a real joy in panache — little wonder she’d been so delighted to meet lord pavus in minrathous.

magic is a gift, whatever price they’ve all had to pay for it in their ways, through the years. gifts are meant to be enjoyed. and so are — she’s inclined to think — mages, )

You’re warm, ( she says, that thought in mind, reaching up for his hand to draw him down where she’s promptly crawled beneath his coverlet, occupying an honestly impressive amount of his bed for a person so slight. the hair is helping, but a general willingness to spread out less like a big spoon or little spoon and more like a spilled drawer of cutlery on a kitchen floor,

that’s doing a lot. )

I don’t need a blanket— come warm me.

( he is being a very good host, but she’s feeling extremely welcome and she’s inclined to make herself at home about it. )

[corpsestuff]

[She doesn't have to ask twice, but he's thrilled that she does. Emmrich doesn't hesitate to follow her lead. She does, somehow, take up most of a bed that previously he'd considered rather large. Impressive, truly.

And as a plus side, it means there's every excuse in the world to indulge in more physical contact. Emmrich gets under the coverlet as well and scoots in, fitting himself to her front as well as possible and tangling their legs together.]

When the solution is so elegantly simple, why not?

[He searches her eyes even as he tries not to. Her flirting has been deliberate for some time now, which means this could be the start of something he'd scarcely dared hope for. But she's also a consummate flirt. It's fine if this had been all she wanted, or so he tells himself, knowing he'll be disappointed if that's the case.

Maybe he should save the asking for tomorrow, over breakfast. Or he could ask without asking.]

If I'm everything you need, then I'm honored.

[mournwitch]

( fair to wonder and tricky to tell — she is incorrigible, there’s been hardly a person they’ve met she hasn’t had some sly remark for that could be, in a certain light…

but it’s his bed that she’s made herself so at home in. him that she’s entangled with, presently, him looking at her soft as she so rarely is with all of her brassy edge. she draws her fingertips up the length of his arm, presses her thumb beneath his cheekbone, )

Emmrich, ( warmly, ) I can’t think of a single other thing I’d want.

( instinct, to finish that sentence right now and leave an anxious question mark over what she might want tomorrow,

but she bites it off. doesn’t. lets the statement stand, with a flourish, and leans up to press an affectionate kiss to his mouth; familiar, now, and not chaste exactly, but it isn’t heated with expectation, now or later. it’s just a kiss for the sake of how nice it is to kiss him. )

[corpsestuff]

[It would have been so easy to add a disclaimer, or play it off. It would even be rather characteristic of her. And yet she does not.

It matters. He believes her.

Emmrich kisses her back, slow and certain, holding her close. The world is in chaos, and somehow in the midst of it he's found something precious. When the kiss ends he pushes her hair out of her face and smiles.]

Wake me if you need anything, my dear, anything at all.

[It may well mean she gives in to her more... mischievous tendencies. She might wake him up because there aren't enough wisps in the room, or she has a question about the number of skulls he has in here, or many other reasons he would never conceptualize. But making the offer is worth it. He wants her to know that she's welcome and need never hesitate to bother him.

Still tangled with her, Emmrich begins to relax.]