WHO: Byerly Rutyer and Linden Doesntgetalastname
WHAT: Just a general catch-all
WHEN: This month, last month, next month, as you wish
WHERE: The Gallows and Lowtown
NOTES: Everything open! Reach out to me if you want something special and closed!
Starters in comments!
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I don’t think so. It was very hard to make him go to bed last time. He wouldn’t let go. But it was more like a child wanting to bring a doll to sleep, you know? He was drunk and cold—and Antivan.
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[ Byerly winks at Bastien. (He's a little relieved.) ]
He should take full advantage of you.
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[ Grinning, somehow making the way he's sitting in the chair look cocky and preening while barely moving at all. But it fades into a smile that's more serious and focused. ]
If someone ever does—if I need to, you know, for the work—do you want to know about it?
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[ A very valid question. By's smile twists into something a bit wry - not unhappy, just...aware of those jealous tendencies he'd never known he'd had till recently indeed. ]
It might make me feel smug. Knowing I've gotten hold of someone so extraordinarily desirable.
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You are one to talk.
[ The real honeypot between them—though of course one now trapped at a desk, often enough, out of the reach of most people who require that sort of persuasion. But Bastien tries to consider what he would want. What he might want, for real, in the perfectly likely event their positions in this scenario are at some point reversed.
He doesn't care, he thinks. Not in the same way. He's jealous of Byerly's heart, already sharing it as much as he can tolerate, but not his body. But maybe he should be? Maybe—]
We could score them.
[ He interrupts himself. Too many thoughts for the middle of a conversation. ]
Go over what they could improve. The ways you would have done better.