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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 3:02 am
That pride, to Scholomance, meant little from someone who had no context of the arduous travels to reach that point. That effort was one easily surrendered by politeness - though he suspected that Mont Blonc maintained a lot of sincerity in his words. His countenance often showcased his honest feelings, and as the owner of a pawn shop, that clarion broadcast was both welcome and foreign. Most loathed such transparency.
He certainly did - in his own features.
"Of course I know." Scholomance scoffed, and leaned back with his hands pressed behind him and his glass pinned between his legs. Elbows locked for greater stability. "I'd have to either be deaf and blind or completely oblivious to the idea of infatuation to let that one slip past me." Blackout drunk came to mind. Unconscious came to mind. "'She's very dear to me' sounds like you either came from the medieval era or you have a monstrous crush on her. And since you look younger than me, I'd doubt the medieval angle." Although, with the populace of the city looking as young as it did, Scholomance wagered that others might look at him and assume he's a relic from a bygone era. 26 wasn't terribly old, but it looked quite ancient compared to the demographic.
"I tried to hit on her, you know." Scholomance shifted his lean to one side and freed a hand to poke around in his glass. A bony little finger stuck through a gaping hole in the center of one of the cubes, and he rubbed his thumb against the outside surface. Once his pinky felt pained from the chill, he discarded the cube into the pool to rejoin its brother. "And she can flirt like you - well, you probably already know. She's a tease. But, she did mention having a boyfriend that she loved dearly and felt very loyal toward. And that whole 'closed relationship' concept is kind of a pisser - you're only shutting yourselves off from learning new and exciting tricks in the bedroom. Threesomes are three times the fun, and all that. Such a shame." Scholomance breathed a sigh, and his mind seemed to wander far in those moments.
The older page shot his companion a look askance. "Yes, Blanca. It's definitely your fault. How dare you not have sex with her. Terrible, terrible waste." He grinned plainly. He could barely remember a time when sex held an unspoken sacred quality; he found it interesting to detect some of that very notion in Mont Blonc's hesitance.
Such a virgin. Little blushing schoolgirl Mont Blonc.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 1:30 pm
Medieval era. Mont Blonc couldn't help a snorting kind of laugh from escaping him, clapping a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the sound. Most likely because of the wine, the laughter lingered on a bit longer than expected, but it felt good to just sit here and laugh. "Well, I am a knight - supposedly - so I guess medieval isn't too far a stretch, " and he thought he was being funny in any case, brandishing a bright, toothy smile.
Maybe surprisingly, the page didn't seem the least bit phased by Scholomance flirting with his girlfriend. Or the bit about her being a flirt, or a tease. From the moment he'd gotten involved with Nadia, he'd known what she was like. Her easy way of flirting was simply part of her charm, and to get upset over it would be to rob her of that. But hearing that, those things she said about him - his cheeks burned pleasantly, and his smile was soft and positively sappy about the edges.
Although the part about 'closed relationship' and bedrooms tricks and all that made him turn a different shade of red, shifting maybe a little uncomfortably. But his smile returned at that last part, a soft laugh escaping his lips.
"It's hard." Mont Blonc pursed his lips and leaned back, staring upwards. "I mean, I - I know she would, if I - and it's not as though I haven't - " He brought the wine glass to his lips again. "It's just - I don't know. Sex, " and even the word tasted strange on his lips, "wasn't really - nice for me, the last time. So I don't really - it's always been hard for me to be... I don't even know how to describe it." Even buzzed, maybe a little tipsy, he couldn't quite look at Scholomance while he said it. "I don't know if there's something wrong with me. I do - I care about Nadia so much, I - I just want it to be - I want it to be nice this time."
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:18 am
Scholomance rolled his eyes at the commentary and flashed Mont Blonc an easy smile. "I wouldn't have walked into that if I was sober." He consistently considered witty banter a challenge among friends, so Mont Blonc's willingness to joust in that regard pleased him (though, he wished they could joust in other ways).
Mont Blonc's patented technique for blushing at any manner of innuendo or compliment became something of a constant dependability. Much like the fact that the sun rises and sets regardless of the day's happenings, he imagined that his page associate would, without fail, manifest a shade of red at any vulgar commentary. Thus, Scholomance always had a means to cheer up when the other page was around. He could volunteer something about nuts in his mouth, Mont Blonc would turn the color of Isaiah's last car, and any dull dreariness to the day lifted temporarily. He considered it a foolproof scheme.
The older page grimaced at the mention of Mont Blonc's first time - he wondered, then, if he was one of those cases of domestic abuse. Consent was never guaranteed, even in partnership, and some individuals neglected to acknowledge that. Alternately, he found it surprising that Mont Blonc wasn't a virgin with the way he blushed at every dirty comment to come from Scholomance. "Terrible sex is such a downer." He plucked an ice cube from the glass, leaving two, and placed it atop his opposite palm. It melted slowly in its own pool against his hand. "It's like... You spend all this time working yourself up to getting naked in today's culture, which is no easy feat, and then you're expecting this gloriously amazing discovered-heaven-angels-singing good time because that's all America touts about sex, and then you find out that not everyone's that perfect match sultry whore for you that knows your every weak spot by instinct alone. You find out that people aren't actually all that great at it, that you might not get your rocks off every time, or it might suck when you do.
"My first time was pretty disappointing." The perpetual cold from the cube froze his tendons and ligaments, causing an unbearable pain in his palm. He finally tossed the cube into the pool and dumped the rest of the drink into it. "But before I start regaling you with stories of my sexcapades, you should take me to bed." While he meant it in an I'm drunk, put me down way, he couldn't help but settle into the ambiguity for entertainment.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:37 am
If Mont Blonc had been completely sober, it might not have been so easy. "Sure you wouldn't have, " he murmured with visible amusement in his yellow eyes, lifting his glass and tilting it towards the other man.
To be honest, Mont Blonc's sense of embarrassment and the colors that came with it were a quiet, constant source of frustration for him. He was forever stumbling over words, struggling to do simple things like introduce himself, tightness catching in his chest and choking his words off at the source. That was why for so long, he'd been content to sit on the sidelines and watch people from afar. Now that he no longer accepted that - it made life a lot more difficult. Ultimately more gratifying, yes, but it was a daily struggle for him. Nadia might say sweet things about how it was endearing, and Colin might laugh and peck him on the cheek, but he had to imagine it got tiring for other people like it had for Archer.
He finished off his second glass of wine, happy to wash the taste of that thought away.
The page didn't really realize the way he visibly sank into himself a little at Scholomance's description of bad sex - because really, that had been more him than Archer. Stiff and uncomfortable and pained and ashamed. He'd assumed it was supposed to be that way; hell, Archer had enjoyed it (as much as Archer enjoyed anything) and technically in a physical sense, yes, Lorne had reacted. It'd just - it hadn't ever gotten any better. Colin had been the first person he'd told about his relationship with Archer (well, Kyle knew, but not really - he wasn't about to get into the intimates with his cousin of all people), and he'd really only recently come to terms with how wrong for him that relationship had been.
He forced himself from his thoughts when Scholomance spoke again - take me to bed - and yes, his face was suitably red and stupefied. "W-what? - w - what? I - I -"
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 2:48 am
Scholomance attempted his best valley girl scoff. It came out fairly convincing, if his drunken opinion still held clout. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Be a friend and get me back home without my tripping over myself and winding up with my head stuck in my a**." The gaze he shot Mont Blonc likely said something favorable about the other page's head stuck in his a**, but he made no mention of it.
Instead Scholomance stood, relatively steadily, and picked up his glass for the return trip home. The air and drink likely did them both well - for Scholomance was no longer thinking about his wonder, nor Mont Blonc's. He wagered the other page found similar results of it. "You are good company, believe it or not. When you have some wine in you. A bit of a tightass, but I'm certain if Nadia is into pegging, she'll enjoy it immensely." Part of him expected that Mont Blonc wouldn't know what it meant.
"Come on, it's almost 3AM and I've been irresponsible enough with my sleep schedule. You could stay the night, if you wanted, but I don't recommend it - there's no second bed and I sleep naked.
"Oh, and like I said - take the wine with you. I think I've had enough of the pretenses for a while."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:46 am
"Oh... " Somehow he didn't stop blushing, both embarrassed that he'd misread the situation, and something about the look Scholomance gave him, and he kind of fidgeted as he started to rise, ready out to lend the other page a hand if he wanted or - or even needed it, considering. But when he saw the other man rise relatively smoothly to his feet, Mont Blonc smiled at him, letting his hand drop again as he gathered the wine bottle and the glass back again.
He did, really - the scare about the ledge had been scary, and the kiss had been - a kiss - but really, it'd taken all the fear and the worry about wonders and insanity away, and Scholomance himself was - he blushed deeply at the praise, and his smile was shy but sweet, clearly immensely flattered. "You are too - I mean - without or without whatever it was you had." And no he had no idea what that meant, but he was fairly surely he shouldn't ask. Probably.
Naked. God he was just trying to bleed Mont Blonc dry, wasn't he? But he laughed regardless, the kind of giddy soft laugh that comes from enough wine and pleasant enough company. "We should do this again, " he said, taking his first steps back towards the door. "Next time, perhaps I'll bring you a bottle of something - and thank you, by the way. For the wine. And the company. And everything." And he meant it, every word.
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