i never put up an open post

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, OPEN
WHAT: You've been invited to socialize and play some drinking games! Perhaps you should feel inclined to do so.
WHEN: 13th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Tavern, oh glorious tavern.
NOTES: Feel free to make your own thread starters so people can tag you! Prose style or bracket style are welcome.

Posted outside the tavern is the following:



So come on down, grab a drink, and find someone to play with.

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[wickedchase]

That earns a sharp smile from Fate and he leans forward slightly. "Quite a few, actually," Twisted Fate says, like a promise as he studies the other elf carefully. "Are those the kinds of games that are more to your taste?"

[samahl]

"Always," Cyril responds. He's clearly sizing up Fate just as much. It's also clear he likes what he sees. "Though I wouldn't want to take you away from your friends, if you'd rather stay here."

[wickedchase]

"The game will continue here, with or without me. And I can always play again. I would not want to squander the possibility of fun with you."

The trickster gently takes Cyril's hand and brushes his lips teasingly against the back of his knuckles. Under the brim of his hat, he peers up at the other elf.

"Whenever you'd like to see what I have to offer," he assures, no intent of pressuring him. Not that he thinks Cyril could be.

[samahl]

"Why not right now?," Cyril replies easily. He doesn't sound overeager, just very ready. He enjoys the touch of Fate's mouth on his knuckles and he would love to feel that touch other places.

"I'm not really one to wait around unnecessarily."

[wickedchase]

"Then it would be rude to make you wait, wouldn't it?" Cyril's hand is gently squeezed as Twisted Fate rises from his seat. The games here will be waiting for Twisted Fate all night, and he can return at any time.

It'll be here when he returns.

"Where would you like us to be?"

[samahl]

"Where are you staying?" Cyril asked. If Twisted Fate would rather not go to his own bed, they could think of something else.

[wickedchase]

"A room, by the gardens." A crooked smile is worn. "The Sisters of the Chantry are likely indoors now, so we can escape there without much scowling, I'm certain."

He'd thought about it, if he wanted to share his bed or not. Eventually, he figured that Cyril was looking for something directly without any underhanded intentions.

So it is safe, and he's willing to share.

[samahl]

Cyril moves to stand and then holds out his hand for Twisted Fate. "Shall we?" he asks.