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[highborn]

WHO: Byerly & Vanadi
WHAT: The Morning After
WHEN: Backdated to Sonia's party
WHERE: Byerly's I think??
NOTES: it's post-sexy so whatever content warnings might be associated with that

[ It's been easy to fall into old habits, and it grows easier the longer he's in this world. Last night had been a dive straight back into them, all pleasant flirts, courtly dances, and good company. And then all the rest. Oh, it'd been good to lose himself for a while, to really appreciate another body in a way he hasn't in a while ...

... But he can't let go of all of his recent habits, and a keen discomfort sleeping next to a stranger is one of them. It's been a fitful and restless night, and just as the sun rises he decides he's willing to eschew manners and throw in the towel. He'll catch up with the man later, and make whatever apologies are necessary.

Vanadi sits himself up carefully, not quite willing to unduly disturb the form next to him. The man had been lovely company, there's no need to rouse him so early as this. He peels back the sheets, intending to collect his belongings, dress in the almost-dark, and see himself out. ]

Comments

[bouchonne]

Really? Is that what you think?

[highborn]

[ With brows cocked: ] Am I wrong?

[bouchonne]

Oh, I have no opinion.

[highborn]

Well. [ His shoulders loose a bit of their rigid tension. ] This isn't so bad. I expect we've both had it worse.

[bouchonne]

Oh, I've always been blessed.

[ He presses a hand to his chest, smile pleasant. ]

[highborn]

[ You know what. The glibness makes him want to rescind that mental agreement not to press, and so -- ]

What was it that lead to your disinheritance?

[bouchonne]

[ By smiles without the least sign of reluctance or embarrassment. ]

My personality, mostly.

[highborn]

[ He quirks a smile. ] I could see that. You seem rather the sort to learn the rules only to know how to best break them.

[bouchonne]

Not an unfair assessment.

[ A cheerful shrug. ]

My family is also dreadfully conservative, and I'm quite a pervert.

[highborn]

[ An agreeable nod; the two of them waking up together, and all. ]

Was that enough to do it, then? Quite a low tolerance.

[bouchonne]

Oh, yes. I detest conservatism.

[ He smiles like it's a grand jest. ]

[highborn]

Enough to lose out on familial wealth, yes, I can see that.

[bouchonne]

Oh, no wealth to speak of.

[ A dismissive wave of his hand. ]

My family was a mere cadet line. We lived in genteel poverty. Romantic, no?

[highborn]

Ah. [ what do you mean you're not a rich kid?? ] Not much of a threat then, disinheritance.

[bouchonne]

Not a bit. The only piece of my legacy I truly missed out on was our rotting old house - a pity, because I'd have liked to have burned it.

[highborn]

I wouldn't say burning it is really off the table, if you're careful.

[bouchonne]

Ooh, naughty! It wouldn't take much. Wood that aged goes up quick.

[highborn]

Oh, certainly. It would make a nice holiday, I imagine. Is it far from here?

[bouchonne]

Quite a journey, I fear, yes.

[ They enter into the dining hall. By makes for the kitchen beyond it. ]

[highborn]

Still, it sounds worth it.

[ It's easier to walk abreast of Byerly now, and he's picked up his pace for just that -- but he slows again as they come to the kitchen. He lingers in the doorway, brow knitting. ]

Mm. I thought this might be the only one.

[ Just a stall; he doesn't care where he cooks. ]

[bouchonne]

Is this kitchen not sufficient?

[highborn]

It's fine.

[ That said, though, he doesn't move forward. His gaze shifts from the kitchen, sliding toward Byerly with an uncomfortable trepidation. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly catches that look. With an incredulous half-laugh - ]

Maker, you've the face of a man before he attempts an assassination. Are you planning to bump me off in there?

[highborn]

No. [ A joke, obviously, he knows it for a joke -- but his tone still sounds a little hurt regardless. And stupid as this is, he can't help but add: ] Are you?

[bouchonne]

[ What. Well, Byerly manages to dig deep enough to muster a sufficiently sincere: ]

Dear man, if I wanted to kill you, I'd have done it last night while pleasuring you.