Flirting

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the ( f l i r t i n g ) meme
Whether it's because you saw a cutie at the bar or a game between old lovers, tonight you're pulling out all your best moves to impress. See if you can win that person's heart or remind your lover just how much you still want them. There are a million reasons to flirt. Maybe you're just doing it because it's fun.

Doesn't matter where you are either, it doesn't stop the inexplicable urge. A smokey bar, at a coffee shop, or just hanging around the house, you've got your sights set. Hopefully your flirting is as good as you think it is or it might get embarrassing!

- Post your character's name, series, and preferences. Feel free to set a scene!
- Others respond with their flirting attempts.
- Have fun!

from memebells

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[the_cupbearer]

It's a good thing, making someone laugh. Especially someone handsome--and Henry is. It's been a while since he last decided to flirt with anyone he didn't know, but Ganymede is glad he spoke up, at least for now.

"And what brings you out tonight, Henry?"

Going to assume they are at a bar.

[whichisit]

"I love being around people; looking for a bit of dinner, maybe some company," His voice warm and easy, "What brought you out tonight?"

sounds good!

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede chuckled. "As it happens, much the same thing. I like being out in the fall, before it gets too cold to enjoy the evenings. Maybe...I can buy you dinner, if you provide me the company?"

[whichisit]

Henry laughs and rubs the back of his neck; he gives an easy smile, shaking his head a little. "I would love to provide you company, but I have a rather specialized diet; dinner can be hard to come by," He says, studying the young man and guaging about how honest he could be.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh? What about finding it is so difficult?" he asks, cocking his head. The man seems normal enough, it can't be that much of a hardship.

Its not like he eats people. (Hopefully.)

[whichisit]

Henry makes a choice then; the young man will either believe him or think he's crazy. He leans in, smiling a little, "I'm a vampire," he pauses for a moment, "I'm looking for dinner right now."

[the_cupbearer]

Well. That's interesting.

Ganymede blinks at that, more or less still trying to make sure he heard that right. But...Henry doesn't seem out of his mind, and really, what's the risk? It isn't as if he'll die himself, he hasn't managed it yet in all his long life. And he did ask, to be fair.

"A vampire," he repeats. "So you drink blood." From people, he assumed.

[whichisit]

"I do; I haven't eaten food since 1585," He laughs a little, "Sometimes I wonder how different things taste now," He shrugs a little.

"Sometimes I hunt, sometimes I find something consensual, which can be fun for me and the partner," He grins a little, pushing his fingers through his hair.

[the_cupbearer]

"Very," Ganymede answers almost too soon, though he does manage a soft chuckle at it. "Or so I imagine." But oh, he knows. He laments many things disappearing or changing from how he remembers them. But such is the way of the world.

"I'm always interested in something fun," he says slowly, watching Henry's face and his fingers sliding through the man's hair, and considering. He's hardly so squeamish as to avoid a little bit of blood; it happens from time to time, and if it won't hurt him--not really--then why not? "

[whichisit]

"I rarely meet someone who offers themselves up so willing," Henry laughs warm and easy. "I do recommend having a nice dinner for yourself before I have mine, perhaps a little dancing?" He grins.

[the_cupbearer]

"I like to make life exciting," Ganymede answers, smile still lifting the corners of his mouth. "Besides, you seem like you've been around this particular block before." He tends to trust experience over most things, at this age.

He orders food for himself per the suggestion, but at the offer to dance Ganymede can't help but grin. "I feel I should ask which of us is leading first."

[whichisit]

"I'm more of a see what happens kind of man when it comes to who takes the lead in those matters," He grins, putting his chin in his hand, watching Ganymede.

"I haven't had food since 1588..."

[the_cupbearer]

"That's a very long time to be without such a simple pleasure," Ganymede murmurs, turning so Henry can see him as he eats. He does remember what it's like to not be able to do something anymore, though it's a close secret he keeps to himself. "Can you taste it in people, I wonder? If I drank or ate something you liked."

[whichisit]

"No, I can't," He says, putting his chin in his hand and watching Ganymede eat, "I can partake in alcohol if someone drinks enough, but can't tell what they drank. Well, I can, but only by the smell that lingers; some drugs if the person has taken enough," He laughs softly.

"Honestly, I don't miss it anymore, it's been long enough, and there are other pleasures for people like me."

[the_cupbearer]

"Now that you'll have to tell me more about later," he replies, enjoying his food; he rather thinks he ought to enjoy it rather than bolting it down to make this go faster. Henry seems obliging enough to wait, and Ganymede would hate for this to end too soon for them both to enjoy things.

Company is as much a necessity for the long-lived as food is, after all. "What pleasures do you enjoy, then? The ones for people like you."

[whichisit]

"I love seeing how things change, how people grow, but that's not what you mean," He laughs a little, "Technology, but mostly art, books, movies, music, the arts, computers, and the internet are fascinating, I was a blacksmith you know, in another life."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede chuckles, though that was exactly what he'd meant. He liked knowing what brought pleasure to people, what made them feel good, feel alive.

"I admit to having a little love-hate relationship with the internet, but...I do love the ability to learn anything I want, any time, anywhere I am. I admit to know knowing an awful lot about blacksmithing, but I do like what it's done for my own profession. There's so much more networking now."

He reaches out to trace a gentle fingertip over the curved edge of Henry's smile. "I like this look on you."

[whichisit]

Henry gives a soft laugh, "Back then, I just wanted a trade and a family," He shakes his head, turning his head to press a kiss to Gany's palm as his hand moves away.

He sighs, "That was taken from me, but after a time, I started taking pleasure in existing again; I don't know if I count as alive," It's a slightly dark joke, but he's allowed to make it.

"And what about you? What brings you joy?"

[the_cupbearer]

"Well, I wouldn't call it entirely dead, you're clearly ambulatory well enough under your own power," Ganymede says, easily able and willing to discuss the matter practically. He's died himself hundreds of times and yet here he is. Why not, as the young people say, roll with it?

The kiss to his palm gets a little huff of laughter for the gently ticklish touch, a smile gracing his features that makes him seem a little more organic, a little more belonging here among mortal humanity. He is beautiful and otherworldly in a hard way to define, but it usually leaves people with the impression that there is something different about him. (He blames the way languages work. It takes a few months after coming back to one to catch up on all the new slang.) "People," he says softly. "Being around people brings me joy. Talking to them, knowing them again."

He was put back here to force him to choose Olympus, once he dicovered he couldn't posibly live as he was born. But Ganymede has adapted, and survived.

[whichisit]

"Some humans are fascinating," Henry nods, smiling softly, "I've fallen in love with one or two," There's a wistful look on his face, "It can be difficult, though, given I've sworn to never make another, it's more of a promise to myself," He sighs.

There are moments when Henry forgets to pretend to breathe or goes too still for too long; it can unsettle mortals. But he does his best to remember to keep up the act when out in a setting like this.

[the_cupbearer]

"Most are, if you find their humanity the appealing part," Ganymede chuckles. "And after long enough away from it...I find I do. I spent a very long time removed from anyone I knew, or could have possibly known, and in the company of...well. Suffice it to say they weren't the most pleasant."

He shakes his head gently, a quiet sort of smile on his face that doesn't quite make it to his eyes, still dark and clear. "I remember the first time I fell in love. Nothing quite matches it, does it?" he murmurs. "But that was another lifetime."

[whichisit]

“No nothing ever does, I married my first love, but that’s what you did then,” he laughs softly.

“Can I ask a rather rude question,” he smiles a little, “How old are you really?” He pauses, “and would you be opposed to me taking you out on a proper date?”

[the_cupbearer]

"That it was," Ganymede chuckles, though the question and its preface give him a little pause. But he knows how to accept it gracefully enough by now, and with the smallest shake of his head he keeps going. "It's not rude, Henry. I am...very old," he murmurs, giving himself time to do the little calculations that account for the changes in calendars.

"I was sixty-seven hundred and thirty-seven this past January. January first," he carifies. He doesn't actually remember what day he was born, not after so long, only that it had been in winter, and at any rate things had been shuffled around so much so many times it hardly mattered. Marking the years had become tedious to him long ago. "And no," Ganymede says softly. "I wouldn't be opposed. I would quite like that."

If, of course, dating a man quite so much older--and quite so old at all--wasn't too much for Henry to bear.

[whichisit]

Henry laughs a little, reaching out and letting his fingers trace along Ganymead's hand, "I'm 460; it's rare I'm the younger man," He shakes his head, smiling a little, "Why don't you tell me what you would like to do." Henry says warm and easy, wondering what a life that long would be like; he knows what his years have been like, but seeing as much as Ganymead had sounds fascinating but probably sad in many of the ways Henry's life had its sad moments.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, I would like quite a lot of things. I'd like to dance with you, if you'll join me," he said quietly, turning his hand over and curling his fingers gently around and between Henry's with a little laugh, amused at the turn the night has taken.

"I haven't forgotten you still haven't eaten, either."