A shiny penny. New, stretchy and clean socks. And what about a car fresh off the lot? There's something to be said for the fancy and new - but there are charm and comfort you just can't beat when it comes to the old faithfuls. Your favorite t-shirt, worn out in the shoulders. That warm blanket.
The person you've been with...well, forever.
how to play.
Comment with your character, prefs, etc.
All characters are welcome, as there are prompts for everyone - yes, including your grimdark antiheroes and playboy types.
Reply to others. Your characters are well-established "old" couple who've been with each other for a while and - hopefully - have left all the drama behind.
prompts.
special trip: enjoy the beaches of Florida or the twin-sun skies of Tatooine.
not the settling sort: how did you, of all people, settle down? nevermind, you might as well just reap the benefits.
new place: you two just can't keep your hands to yourselves. or your bodies off every piece of furniture you have.
night off: one of you is always busy, so time together is rare.
long distance: a more extreme version of the above. you two are married but don't live together, as one of you is always on the road...or on the run.
still so in love: no matter how long you've been together, the spark's still there.
hatesex: there's no spark here, as it's more like a raging inferno of resentment towards your insignificant other.
rekindle the spark: in continuation of spark talk, you guys are trying to recapture what you once had.
make-up sex: the best thing about marital spats? making up again!
romantic night: break out the chocolate and bubble bath.
still got it: they have no need for jealousy, as you have eyes only for them. you want to show them how beautiful they are.
domestically depraved: to the outside world, you're the Cleavers. in your own little world, you're still the perfect couple - just a bit kinky.
Leaving London, at long last, and taking Stephen away from that blasted job, all that strain and stress to show him the rest of the world, felt like a weight off Lucien's shoulders in the best kind of way. He knew that, after some time, Stephen would need to find something to do with himself. He was not the kind of man who could stay still for long. For now, though, they had a little while. And he would take what he could get.
The hotel in Paris was quaint. Their room was lavish, because of course it was. Lucien would have it no other way. Merrick and the newly minted Mrs. Merrick were not far down the hall, but far enough that Lucien wasn't too worried about sound carrying. He did wonder if any other rooms on the floor were occupied.
Not really too worried, though.
"Welcome to Paris, Mr. Day," he said with a smile. "Anything you'd like to do to celebrate in particular?"
He finds Essek on the balcony. Even after midnight the breeze from the Lucidian Ocean is pleasantly warm, and Caleb watches from the doorway as it ruffles Essek's carefully styled hair, the white strands silvered by the light of a nearly full Catha overhead. It seems that while Caleb was undressing and washing up for bed, Essek was unwinding in his own way, watching the lights of Nicodranas and the darker, gently rolling water beyond from their high perch within the Lavish Chateau.
After reuniting the Nein for a birthday party for Jester (who still wouldn't tell any of them how old she was turning) that lasted well into the night, they've retired to the room provided for them, beautiful and luxuriously furnished in a way that Caleb can rarely afford these days on a professor's salary, which is not nearly as lucrative as adventuring.
The balcony's wood is cool beneath his bare feet and the gentle wind snags at his loose lounge clothes and buffets his unbound hair away from his face, still a little damp from being scrubbed clean. With every bit of fondness he feels for him--and gods, that is so much as to be unquantifiable--he presses a kiss to the curve of Essek's neck and lays a hand on his waist, feeling cool skin against his lips and expensive silk against his palm. Caleb breathes in deep, smelling a familiar jasmine and neroli oil cologne. Despite his partner's limited means, Essek's tastes haven't changed.
"Do you want to rest here?"
His voice is low and warm, and he lays another kiss further up toward Essek's ear for good measure.
"I can still cast the tower if you would prefer to be somewhere more familiar."
They both know that the Chateau is safe, especially with the precautions they've already taken, but Caleb of all people would understand if Essek would feel more comfortable in his own bed. Or their own bed in the tower, at least, which is just as good as home.
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