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 Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 7:39 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. Maybe advancing into that creepy territory wouldn't be as bad as he was making it out to be. It was all fake, of course. So, there was hardly any reason to be scared. 'Nie będę się bać¹,' the teenager chanted in his head. 'Nie będę się bać.' For a while, the lad thought the familiarity of his own language would comfort him. But not even this could suppress the tiny goosebumps that creeped up his body at the sound of a shriek some feet away. Who was he kidding? Surely he would end up freaking out again. Either that or striking another employee. But, it would have to be dealt with! Aya wanted to continue down the foggy path and so it shall be! Perhaps staying close to Adalric would be enough to comfort the boy from the horrors within. Walenty prodded his butler's foot with his cane for no apparent reason. "Będę musiał przebywać w pobliżu, dopóki nie mamy wyjść z tego labiryntu.²" There was no response from the old man; he was gazing up at the overcast sky again.
"Excuse me for that!" Walenty practically beamed. The boy would force himself to appear ecstatic about this direction if it killed him. "This way should be fine, Aya. And I do agree. I'd like to leave this accursed maze as soon as we are able to." His smile grew wide as he strode right back into the foggy path that he had previously ran out of like a coward. But he'll make it this time. And that was the end of that story. Because what would happen if he acted like such a baby in front of this Companion? Word might get around. And only time would tell how long (or in a matter of minutes) Dimitri would hear. Walenty wouldn't hear the end of it from his brother. The ridiculing, the pestering, the laughing. The jokes, smirks, and prods. Walenty suddenly found himself digging harder into the ground with his walking cane than he intended. But maybe Aya isn't the kind of person to talk about others like that? He didn't appear to be... This brunette could only hope.
Using that English accent again, the young Sherlock Holmes thought it best to attempt to make conversation with the Elf prince. "Well, Aya. How long have you worked for Madam Usagi?" It was probably the most obvious conversation starter, but he was way too nervous to come up with anything else. He used his cane to push aside a thickly strung cobweb and offered his new friend to pass through first. So far, so good. Nothing jumping out at them with knives or anything. After they round this following corner though, sticking inconspicuously close to Adalric still seemed like the best option to him.
¹I will not be afraid.
²I will have to stay close until we get out of this maze..В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:06 am
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Foolish, was what Othello was feeling for crying like a small child right now. Though as the tears spilled down his face so did four days worth of worries that he had been unable to get out of his system until now. He was feeling a million times better, though it was probably not a good thing to cry in front of clients for some reason he didn't really care. He blinked though, feeling the finger slip up his face. He let Davi do as he pleased feeling the man whip some of his tears off his face. He was glad that Davi wasn't irritated with him, boy's weren't supposed to cry. He listened to him talk and nodded his head sniffling slightly. He reached up and used the corner of his sleeve to whip his face. He was really glad that he had brought the good make up now. He looked over at Davi as he heard a gentle laugh come for the pop star. He was glad Davi was laughing it made him calm down a little more. Nodding his head at the last statement he sighed slightly and felt the last of the pain leave his posture with that sigh. He felt the squeeze and everything was going to be okay it seemed.
Reaching into his sleeves he grabbed his compact and tidied up his make up, doing his best to make himself look like the beautiful princess that came down the stairs only an hour before. He dabbed at the under part of his eyes touching up his mascara and then he was fine to go again. He placed the compact back into proper place his red eyes weren't hidden, but he didn't look like a blubbering mess anymore. Of course it was visible that the boy had been crying but he didn't look upset anymore. He blinked a few times making sure all his make up was back in place. He touched up his eye shadow and closed the small case before he started walking once more. He sighed for the last time and looked up at the sky. He felt like himself again. Linking arms with Mr. Davi he placed his other hand over the males like a female with her escort and kept in stride with the taller male. He jumped a few more times, using the star as a shield from the goblins that would randomly appear.
By the time Davi asked his question the boys had reached the end of the maze. He smiled, he had enjoyed his time in there. It had been a while since he played in a maze like that and now it seemed he had a chance to ask the man some questions, "What made you decide to become a star?" he asked as he looked around. He noticed his table was still vacant, that was fine. He did however want a drink, "How about we continue this over a drink?" he asked noticing the whiskey still on his table and giggled, "See you've left your drink at my table. I doubt it is still good now." he said with his very Othello like hype and a gentle laugh. It was nice to feel like himself again. Taking the lead towards the bar tables his eyes relaxed as he looked towards the floor before looking ahead of him again. He was walking with a pride that he thought he would never get back only a few hours before.
It was magical sometimes how fate entered lived. Othello was always a man of fate and it was at times like this that he was grateful to fate for allowing him this opportunity to be at Guilty Pleasure, and meet everyone that he had. He couldn't picture his life if he wanted here, and now. He looked down at his small locket and mumbled softly in Japanese to the people in the picture. It was a young women and a gentleman holding a small baby. He was grateful to his parents for allowing him to come to Japan and in the same he was grateful to his hound of a grandmother for taking him in. He smiled contently as he looked towards Davi, "Arigato Davi-kun." he said as he looked towards the sky for a minute and his eyes shined, Arigato Sonnen..." he thought before looking back towards the bar. "Shall we?" he asked before walking once more.
[( Sorry this took forever and a day! >< )] 
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 7:34 pm
Sonnen • Voltaire Well, Tel had a point. Dark-haired dude did seemed to be pleased to hate him. Sasha. Whatever. He was weird, anyway. Maybe he’d have security check him out. It worried him that his real name was somehow known by someone here, and that they’d be so audacious to use it at Guilty Pleasures. It was protocol to use one’s alias unless previously agreed by the Companion and Client, and then it was only permittable in private. Others weren’t supposed to know, by any means. Not only was it a breach of the rules, but just rude in general. Well, he’d make sure something was done about it. Thinking of anonymity, he briefly wondered when he’d be meeting his new Client. He knew he had one, hence the reason he wasn’t walking around singing at the moment. He didn’t need to, since he had a Client at the moment. Of course the Madam had requested he do the exit ceremony performance, which he’d agreed to since it was sort of tradition, but not obligatory. He wondered if his Client was even showing up tonight. Maybe Halloween parties weren’t their thing.
Sonnen found it amusing that people referred to their home countries as male or female pronouns. Everywhere but America, for some reason. Germany was the fatherland, much like Russia was commonly called ‘Mother Russia’. Unlike Tel, though, Sonnen had done a fair bit of traveling as a younger man. Being from a very prestigious music school, they could afford to travel with the students to various performing events. He’d competed in national competitions in the US, UK, and all over Europe. It was different in college, though. More study-based than worldly experience-based. He was in talent shows and still had to complete assignments that required him to perform on a regular basis, but it wasn’t like high school and junior high. It all stayed pretty local. He went to other states maybe three times in his college career.
“Rare,” Sonnen commented at the mention of Tel’s accosting experience happening often. “But as you can see, zat is vy ve have Levant,” he finished with a slight smirk. If Sonnen was afraid of getting in a fight with anyone, it would be Levant. He was just kind of badass in an intimidating kind of way. When asked about his accent, he almost laughed. He was surprised someone in the mansion hadn’t enlightened him by now. Sonnen, the evil Russki. He shook his head at himself and the mental nickname he’d given himself. “Da,” he replied — in Russian, of course. “From ze great Mother Russia herself.” He smirked a little at Tel, lightly teasing him with a similar comment. At least Tel seemed to be feeling better. Paternal duties fulfilled, he told himself.
“Yo mayo,” he muttered under his breath with amusement, watching Teishi cut a rug in front of the new Client. He shook his head with a sigh. What characters existed here at the mansion. He clapped when he was done, of course, though he wasn’t super impressed or anything. At least the boy was doing his job of being an entertainer. Sonnen, having gone to performing arts school since he was twelve, of course was exposed to all and any forms of dance. It kind of went along with the whole program. He was never much of a dancer himself, though he did attend school dances on occasion. The only training he’d had was in ballroom and traditional folk dances of Russia herself. Nothing he’d bring to the dance floor here, of course. Besides, he doubted they were about to play ‘Kalinka’ or ‘Katyusha’ any time soon. He’d used his ballroom skills in Guilty Pleasures plenty of times, having gone to fancy dinners and balls with the Madam where it was expected. He usually danced with Lily at those, though, and she could waltz with the best of them.
And apparently Tel was done. Well, that worked for him, because he wasn’t sure what else to say to the boy. “Go on. Don’t shoost yourself, da?” he tacked on with a little wave. Tel had perhaps expected Sonnen to follow him, but he was pretty sure they both knew that their conversation was pretty much over. Tel’s time was much better spent elsewhere, as was Sonnen’s. He should probably get back to glare-at-the-patrons duty. There were special spots outside the walled-off parts of the party where he was to perch and such, but sitting on a tree branch/hedge/large rock didn’t seem very appealing at the moment.
Except, there came Othello and Davi, out of the maze and looking thoroughly pleased with themselves. Yep, there went his mood again. Sonnen glared at Davi with all his strength, having never been good at concealing anger. Or most negative emotions, actually. And sadly this was reflected in his grip on his glass, causing the thin glass to shatter in his hand. Sonnen immediately jumped and yanked his hand away, like it would help or something. “Derr’mo,” he muttered with a scowl, shaking his hand to get the moisture off, along with the broken glass. Only problem with cuts and alcoholic drinks was that the alcohol liked to get into the cuts and make them sting like <********> Quickly he extracted the small fragments from his palm, though he was mostly unscathed, and sucked the alcohol off so it’d stop stinging so badly. Stupid, stupid temper. He heard one of the waiters hurry over with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, asking if he was all right. He impatiently waved the man off, claiming to be perfectly fine.
Looking closer at Othello, though, he seemed a little more worse for the wear after coming out of the maze with the pop tart. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, only that he seemed a little different. Suddenly a calming feeling washed over him, right as Othello looked up to the sky at… something. It quashed his anger somewhat, and he wasn’t sure what was up with it, but it was a nice warm, heavy feeling.
Sonnen was getting sick of Othello’s words haunting him. Plenty of people had contradicted his way of life, namely his friends from high school who knew him when he was a teenager. Of course he’d told everyone it was necessary for his profession, especially with a position in this prestigious business. All of them he’d brushed off their criticism and advice. No one could live his life but him, and he was going to live it the way he damn well wanted to. If he wanted to sacrifice close personal relationships for furthering his career, then he was within his rights to do so. It was a little lonelier and had much less sexual gratification, but it was good for him, he’d told himself.
And then Othello’s stupid tarot card reading had gone and kicked his lifestyle in the face.
He’d never doubted himself so much before in his life. Why was he living this way? Depth of emotion was important in life. He’d enjoyed having lovers and best friends and being outgoing and silly sometimes. Why had he given all that up? What was wrong with him? Now every reason he used before to justify his behavior seemed like an excuse. An excuse for what, he wasn’t sure, but looking back on it, everything he’d done just seemed stupid now. He did everything for the wrong reasons, and had too much pride to change.
He needed another drink.
Othello and Davi were in that general direction, but alcohol was definitely needed. Trying his best to ignore Davi’s existence and try not to be compromised by Othello’s, Sonnen made the journey to 007 again for something stiffer than the fruity concoction he’d had before. Being game, him and the bartender each took a shot of vodka. It burned and made his eyes water, and he dimly felt his hand still stinging a little. Maybe he was still bleeding a little. Oh well, it would clot eventually. “Make me somezing vith vodka, Bond,” he requested, passing him the shot glass back. Sonnen’s natural accent liked to get stronger under the influence of alcohol, he’d learned over the years. So he’d be more in character. Oh boy. “Oh, and zere vill be a shoosting show at ze range at… sometime. Just so you know,” he tacked on as Bond handed him his drink. He noted that the dark-haired man was still fighting with that cat for his necklace or whatever the hell it was he lost. Sonnen found himself caring less and less.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:38 pm
SoleraAs Dimitri stared at the cat who had robbed him, something occured to him. Why was he doing this? Why bother attempting to be something he was not? Normal? Ahahaha. As if that was possible. Nice? When you had to try to be nice, were you really a nice person? He turned his attention to the growing crowd then. Someone was dancing or something. For a short moment, the man stood on his tippy toes to get a good look over all the bizarre costumes. Some kid was breaking out his moves, all by himself. It seemed a little stupid. Surely, there were some great dancers here. Why hadn't they joined him? Or better yet, why not invite them into a dance? Make it fun at the very least. Instead, all he saw was an attempt to impress, rather than entertain. Dimitri suddenly had enough of his own critism. A small voice piped up in the back of his mind. Something about being so judgemental when he didn't have the guts to start a dance himself. But he'd been so harsh on everyone for most of his life, why bother changing now?
Forgoing even a polite clap when the number ended, he turned his attention to the tender. "Give me a doubleshot of white rum, an Alexander, and a snifter of framboise eau-de-vie," Yeah, he was breaking that promise. If you no longer felt the same about something, then why bother commiting to it? He'd thought that being his younger self might solve some of his... problems. But it seemed to be restricting him far more now than during his childhood. Being shy, nervous, and completely and utterly clueless was not exactly what he'd intended. It didn't help him speak to people, or in all honesty, treat them any better than he normally would. Did this mean he'd always hated people? No, that's wasn't true. There was a point in his life when he could trust them, when he'd wanted to be close to them. When he knew the meaning of friendship, but without the words or forethought to write it down. As a lad, he'd never once thought he'd be so damned lost with all this relationship stuff. His brooding eyes locked onto the tender's hands as the man efficiently poured out the pristine white rum while preparing the ice for the cocktail. As the shot glass slid towards him, Dimitri glanced at the black cat who simply stared with those green green eyes. Well then. He tossed back his head to down the thing in one burning gulp. The warm sensation spread throughout his chest, all the way down to his fingertips. But something inside stayed as cold and frozen as ever. Something that even scores of rainbows, boxfuls of kittens, nor children's laughter could ever warm. Whatever. This sensation was 'normal' for him.
Dimitri turned to get another look at the cat to see if it approved only to see the barest flicker of a fuzzy black tail rounding the corner of the bar. What did it mean if a thief left your possessions behind? He picked up the necklace with a fingertip, then shoved the jewel down his front pocket. Later if he remembered, he'd have to put it back on to avoid Doom befalling them. He wasn't so sure of what he'd wanted. He was never sure when it came to mother. Doom was surely more exciting than an event as suici--boring as this. It was inevitable that Seth would be on his mind. Even if it wasn't Halloween in truth, Dimitri knew this would be the best day to pick at those healing scabs. Those memories that he could never quite get over. Funny how it was always the good ones that got to him most. Moments that he could always replay in his mind, but never even hope to recapture.
"Shooting?" he asked ...Sonnen? What was Sasha doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be talking to that knife guy? Or courting that Japanese princess?
His sorrow filled eyes inspected the vampire's hands. This was becoming a habit, it seemed. They were nearly as pretty as Seth's. A musician's hands like Seth's. But everything else was entirely different. The bone structure; Seth was more delicate. Their heights; Seth had been shorter. And their eyes. Dimitri found himself staring openly, yet he did not turn away. Seth had warm friendly, brown eyes, but this guy seemed as troubled as himself. Suddenly, he was filled with the inexplicable urge to be ...close to this person. It was a childish feeling, one that Dimitri didn't know what to make of. It was not love, nor hate, possession, passion, nor anything else he was used to. This painful need to touch was so foreign and compelling, the man took great efforts to wrap his own hands around the Alexander cocktail the tender so conviently supplied. This was where it was most painful. The hands. Always, the hands. His fingers gripped the delicate stem so hard, he was sure it would have broke clean in two if he hadn't been restraining himself. Silently, he willed these compulsions away until he felt the tension drain from him. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow sip of the frothy brown liquid. The nutmeg really pulled the drink together. His mouth turned upwards into a smile that didn't quite reach those despairing golden eyes.
Casually, he turned back to Sonnen, all too aware of the distance between them. And how easy it'd be to reach out and let their fingers make contact. Thoughts of how pitiful and strange it'd be swiftly subdued any further entertainment of the horrid notion. "They call you Sonnen, correct?" he asked, with that ghost of a smile still plastered on his face. "...If it offers you any solace, my real name is Dimitri. But I don't really care if anyone bothers to spread that around. What are they going to do? Go to the press with my name and this place?" His gaze turned dark at how many ways a man could be silenced. Bribery, threats, and blackmail were the classics. "But I suppose a name can be a powerful thing," he murmured thoughtfully. "So I'll try not to use yours too often unless you want me to. But judging from your reaction earlier, I doubt that." Another sip of Alexander. "Do you know which direction the range is in? It's unlikely you'd do me the honor of escorting me, so some directions would suffice."
Too bad his new friend didn't seem to be the adventerous type. If he was as timid of everything as his brother tended to be, then this friendship wouldn't work at all. Oh well, he tried. Now he'd be able to walk away and leave all these impulses behind. If they followed, he'd shut them in a box, lock it, then chain it, cement a few dozen bricks to it, and finally dump it into the deepest depths of the ocean. Yeah, that could work. D. A. Kieva
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:23 pm
**Thiago**Davi**
Othello was adorable as he delicately touched up his makeup. Davi took a moment to try and see the face under the geisha mask, but all that was clear was the fine bone structure and the bright blue eyes. The entertainer smiled at the mystery and looked forward to his chance to see the fortune teller bare and fresh faced. The smaller male took his arm easily once more and seemed to enjoy the rest of the maze.
As they finished up and re-entered the party Othello asked his question. Ah, so he did know who Davi was. He didn't do the screaming fanboy thing however, maybe he was just reserved, or not a fan. Davi wondered which it was as his companion suggested drinks. "You're absolutely right," he confirmed as he glanced at the table. "I'm sure the ice has all melted and ruined my drink. Let's go get some," the singer confirmed as they turned towards the bar. He noticed the other fiddle with a locket and tucked away that detail for later questioning.
As the pair sidled up to the bar he noticed a vampire and some sort of warrior magic type. At the moment however, Davi only had eyes for his Japanese princess. And the little male was thanking him. He wasn't entirely sure why, he recognized that he had been nice and probably helped to cheer the guy up a bit, but that's just what people did. Still, a thanks deserves a response, so he gave a soft, "You're welcome", and squeezed the fortune teller's shoulder. "Another one of your delicious whiskey sours please," he requested of the licensed to kill bartender. Turning back to Othello he gathered his thoughts to answer the other's question.
"Well, I'm not sure you could say I decided to become a star," Davi began with a soft smile. "Fame is something that is more thrust upon you given some talent, a good publicist, and an enthusiastic public. I guess I decided not to not be a star. I mean, as it all kept building and building I never thought to step away from it," he explained. 007 handed him his drink and he took an appreciative sip. Nice and ice cold, yum. "But if you're asking how it started, it was more of a whim. I was doing the modeling thing and I would often sing on set just for fun. My mother always sang in the house during the day; it was just something we did together. Anyway, one day an agent for another model that was present during a group shoot suggested I try singing professionally; his agency promoted all kinds of talent, not just modeling. I thought 'why not' and went to an informal recording session at his studio. The record circulated and then everything just blew up!" he laughed. "If I ever had any doubts about the whole thing they disappeared the moment I hit the stage. You can't even imagine," he shook his head slightly, "A thousand people screaming out their love for you and your voice. They're all there just to see you. And the energy, it's electric. You're just feeding off them and they're feeding off you and it just grows and grows." Davi let out a long breath; he was practically glowing with the telling. "It's awesome," he finished simply and took another swig off his drink.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:43 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Tel allowed a tight smile at Sonnen's comment, "Yes, Levant was imminently helpful." So, the vampire was truthfully Russian; perhaps truthfully that thickly accented. Tel was having trouble caring at the moment. He was a little surprised when the other moved to leave, but didn't try to stop the tall musician. Instead he just issued a quick, "Thank you," and started off himself.
Tel moved through crowd as easily as a small man can. Sometimes that meant slipping through the small gaps left between guests and sometimes having to reroute around large tightly packed groups. His winding path took him near Ariyoshi and Teishi. He waved to the pair but didn't move to interrupt them. Tel honestly hoped they were getting along well; perhaps Teishi was making a better impression than he had. The marksman hoped to get another chance later perhaps, but right now his mind was set on his current course of action. He just wanted to feel the weight and kick of a high powered weapon in his hands right now.
The companion made his way over the the DJ. She was dressed as some type of ghoul and swaying to the music, one hand working the soundboard and the other holding a set of big fat headphones to one ear. Tel stepped close and caught her eye, then waited for her to pause in her work and address him. Once she had found a portion of the song she could let ride out on its own the DJ leaned in close to the tiny phantom and asked what he wanted. "Can you make announcements?" he asked into her ear. Her head bobbed. "Will the people in the maze hear it?" Again her head nodded. "Do I have time for a performance?" At this she shrugged, "Nothing's scheduled officially until dinner and that's not for an hour." This time Tel nodded, "That's plenty of time. Could you please inform our guests that there will be a demonstration at the shooting range in fifteen minutes. Staff will guide them there if they request it."
Ok, that might have been a bit presumptive, but that's what staff was for right? In any case the DJ gave him a thumbs up and moved back to her soundboard. Tel turned and moved back into the crowd. The shooting range was something he had located and familiarized himself with earlier in the week. It was just a couple minutes walk across the lawn away from the mansion. As he wove through the crowd Tel could feel the tight tension in his chest being replaced with the more tingly feeling of anticipation. He had just reached the edge of the crowd when he spotted the magician from earlier off to the left.
The marksman looked the other over more closely as he approached. The tail coat, wand, and hat were of the classic magician type. Black hair made a sharp contrast against pale skin and warm brown eyes gazed across the crowd. Tel lifted a hand as he came closer and hailed the other. "I wanted to thank you for stepping in earlier," he greeted the magician. The companion remembered that this magician was the only one Levant had not chastised at the scene. He still had no idea what the other had really done, but it couldn't have been bad. "I truly appreciate you sticking your neck out for a complete stranger sir."
At that moment the latest song ended and the DJ's silky voice came on over the sound system. The sound effects playing in the maze were muted as the announcement was made. "Ladies and gentlemen, our esteemed guests, we would like to invite you to a performance by one of our skilled companions. It will be held at the firing range in fifteen minutes. Please see one of our staff if you would like to be directed towards the performance," the woman's voice cut out and the music and sound effects resumed. Tel motioned with his cane in the general direction of the range, "That's me actually. Would you like to walk with me?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 1:28 pm
The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cause there was nothin' in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me. Figuring out that Davi was a performer wasn’t something that Othello thought was difficult. From looking at his actions and how he talked, to what his third eye was telling him pointed him in the general direction of a performer. Whether he was a fan or not, was not really something worth considering. He wasn’t reserved but he was picky about what music he did allow himself to enjoy. He didn’t dislike Davi’s music; he had just never heard what most called “modern” sound. Othello was a very traditional individual. His favorite type of music was traditional Japanese Music. His favorite band was actually the Yoshida Brothers. They played traditional music with a slightly modern twist to them. Music like what Sonnen did was something that Othello could listen to for hours upon hours without getting bored of it. He loved how the Russian performed; it was beautiful and elegant but very classical at the same time. There was something nothing against Davi, or his type of music but Othello was much to involved in the older types of music to enjoy the modern wonders that it held now. Hearing the agreement to a drink made Othello nod and moved towards the bar.
Weaving through the crowd with little issue Othello followed beside Davi towards the bar. He looked around his eyes shined slightly. He was happy to be with Davi as well as looking back at what he discovered recently. He was lucky. When Davi said ”Your welcome” Othello chuckled and smiled softly at the boy. As they reached the bar Othello looked towards bond and thought for a minute, “ Can I have a Cherry Blossom?” he asked as Bond nodded and began mixing his drink once Davi had his own and was all situated. After he ordered he heard Sonnen behind him. Looking over his shoulder he glanced towards the Russian and watched as he took a shoot of Vodka and his accent started showing. The clicking of his glass on the bar table made him look at the drink and thank Bond. Placing the glass to his lips he took a drink and the feeling of alcohol warmed his stomach and made the back of his mouth tingle. He liked the taste of the Jin and the grenadine mixing together. Hearing Sonnen talk once more a small giggle came from his lips before he turned his attention to Davi.
Normally Othello would give someone his full attention to the point where he could repeat everything that they had said to him previously. Yet right now his mind was too amuck with thoughts about his future here, and how his relationship with Sonnen would turn out for him to focus on much of anything. He wasn’t zoning out, but his attention wasn’t undivided. He was listening enough that he would be able to have a conversation about what they had talked about. He was thinking about how Sonnen reacted what he saw for himself in the future. He reached out and took a drink from his Cherry Blossom once more. His cheeks were getting slightly pink as he listened to what Davi was saying about the stage. Othello had never performed in front of a large group of people. With his skill all his performances were one on one. Occasionally he would have three people watch but beside that Othello never really had an audience. Hearing how awesome it was Othello nodded and finished his drink.
Leaning back in his chair he looked around , his kimono slipping off his shoulder causing his eyes to move towards it and shrug it off, ”Do you have any questions for me?” he asked. Looking over he watched as Bond refilled his drink and thanked him. Sipping it he let the alcohol move down his throat and sting slightly. Letting Othello drink was probably the worst idea in the world. He was a total light weight and holding it was something he struggled with greatly. He sipped his drink and sighed as he felt himself getting slightly tipsy. Leaning forwards his Kimono reveling his pale white shoulders and part of his collar bone. ”I’ll answer anything you ask.” he purred as he slipped into Othello tipsy mode. He looked towards the boy and leaned a little closer. That would how Othello got for you though. Sipping his drink once more he placed it on the bar table and crossed his legs slightly like a princess would and leaned back in his chair as his kimono remained off his shoulders.
[( xD Tipsy THELLO!)]
    There you are standing right in front of me
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:59 pm
Levant The moon looked so bright in the sky, so full and yellow it was mesmerizing. Tonight would be the night of all nights for all sorts of demons and creatures to come out. For vampires and werewolves to engage in bloody combats to the death. For ghosts to walk among the living once more. But for everything that a lone Spartan could see, none of these beings lurked in the dark woods tonight. Strong, well muscled legs marched on steadily, through the thick underbrush towards his destination.
His mission had been both a complete failure and a fantastic success. Once again, he'd failed to capture Heresy in anything but the man himself. Levant had attempted pottery, sculptures, paintings, and carvings. Even the more complicated routes of poetry and writing were attempted. Nothing could be written and nothing could be made. Only countless images of Heresy's body were created. That man's face and body in the form of clay, wood, and stone was nothing. He'd attempted everything at a frenzied pace, downright desperate to get anything deeper from Heresy. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. But Levant felt he could face him now without hatred. Maybe. Hopefully. Heavy feet trudged on, unable to muster the energy to move at a quicker pace.
Finally, the unnatural brighter and harsher lights of Guilty Pleasures broke through the moon's luminance and darkness of the forest. Tired eyes narrowed at the sudden amount of light that assaulted them. Now to find that guy and see if this venture had been in vain. Weary limbs tightened instinctively once he caught sight of his target, still very much a bunny and still very much flirting with anything that moved. The very sight of Heresy caused his mouth to turn downwards into a thin frown. Yet, there it was, the strange stirrings of his own heart. He could feel it speeding up, doing summersaults and wreaking such havoc in his chest that he feared it might implode. Alright, it wasn't that bad. But it wasn't supposed to be this way. Friendship was not ...this. Levant took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was a soldier. He could do this without suffering any mortal wounds. Every outcome imaginable played through his mind as he weaved through the crowd towards his target. His breath quickened as the heavy scent of alcohol strengthened. Almost there. Almost...
There was Heresy, within an arm's reach. Casually, the Canadian took the surprisingly empty seat next to his future non-enemy. ...His future friend? Maybe. Hopefully. God, was he really going to do this? How was he supposed to be decent after month after month of avoidance and animosity? Green eyes scanned the rest of the busy scene to avoid focusing on the purple haired youth.
A red flag of alarm rose when he spotted both Dark Eyes and Wisteria at the bar. According to his information they were having some sort of spat, and the sparkly guy was only making it worse. Oh, sparkly guy was Davi. Of course it had to be Davi. Or Viol, as Levant's team liked to call him. The familiar man with the golden eyes was also present. Brooding over an Alexander it seemed. But he was attempting to chat up Sonnen, so maybe a confrontation of sorts could be avoided. Then lo and behold, Othello started drinking. Delicate smooth shoulders soon revealed themselves. Now if Othello was a girl, it may have been a different story for Levant. Probably would have whisked the kid away to bury in a mountain of coats. But the Japanese princess was actually very much a man with lower parts still very much concealed, so stepping in for a 'rescue' of sorts, might hurt his pride. Besides, Heresy was sitting right here with no shirt to speak of whatsoever. And the thought of covering that guy up hadn't even crossed his mind. Suddenly, he realized how little clothing he, himself had on. Feeling uncomfortable, he finally asked Bonds for a drink.
"Give me a whiskey on the rocks, please," the Spartan ordered as he set his spear and shield neatly by his feet. A Greek drink may have been more suitible, but he wanted his favorite alcoholic beverage when he was feeling this unstable. Bonds went to work as efficiently as ever, with that knowing charming smile on his face. Before Levant could finish removing his helmet, the glass was gently pushed in his direction. With a nod, he thanked the man. Now to study the drink. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the use of jack-o-lanterns shaped whiskey stones. He brought the glass to eye level before taking a sip. Yeah, another five minutes for the stones to work their magic would be well worth the wait.
Levant ran a hand through his thick brown hair to displace the hat hair. Or in this case, helmet hair. Mustering up all his courage he edged towards his target. "Cute fuzzy pink ears, Heresy. Did you lose a bet or was that the only costume in your closet?" He spoke without thinking, instantly regretting it. Why would Heresy have a bunny costume just lying around in his closet? That'd be incredibly... kinky. Along with those lurid thoughts came infuriating images of The Ire, fully costumed, with scores of other men doing ...things! He couldn't bring himself to go any further with that train wreak of a thought. It was disgusting! And deplorable for him, as a future 'friend' to think of him in such a fashion. Even if he wasn't the one touching him or petting or ki--then the announcement was made. A performance! Perfect! Maybe he could ask Heresy to go together so he'd the chance to stop eyeing the other man like some sort of starving wolf out to hunt little bunny morsels. Heresy bunny morsels.M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 11:30 am
**Thiago**Davi**
Davi let a smirk cross his face when Othello ordered the exceptionally sweet drink. It was somewhat childish and girly and perfectly matched how the fortune teller was currently presenting himself. The youth only sipped at it, but very rapidly and in the course of a few sentences had already started on a second drink.
The pop star had noticed the other's eyes wandering, but hadn't really thought anything of it until he had finished speaking. Othello's abrupt question showed he hadn't been listening at all and had no care to hear Davi's words. He instantly became peeved; even if the boy had no interest in the topic he should have at least been polite enough to make some sort of comment before trying to steer the conversation in another direction. What was more annoying was that fact that Othello was the one who had brought the topic up!
As the fortune teller's eyes drifted away once more to glance over Davi's shoulder he twisted around slightly to see what Othello was looking at. It was then that he recognized the vampire as the same gentleman that the fortune teller had run off to earlier. Ok, there was obviously something fairly serious going on between the two of them, but a little professionalism would be nice. Davi tried to quash his irritation by reminding himself that Othello was new to all this, but it still hurt to be ignored.
All of that flew out of his mind when he turned back around and suddenly realized that the boy was drunk as a skunk. This was surprising since technically the fortune teller had drunk very little; obviously he was a bit of a lightweight to put it mildly. His cheeks had tuned so pink that it actually showed through the makeup. The kimono had slipped off both shoulders now, exposing soft pale skin to the night. Davi tried to compose an objection when Othello raised the glass to his lips once more, but too late and the alcohol slipped past his lips. The star wondered if and how he should go about pulling the kimono back up into its proper place, but was hesitant about touching the other in this situation. He instead tried to signal the bartender to Othello's status and hoped the man would switch the alcohol for water.
The companion's body loosened up and his movements became fluid, so much so that when he leaned forward to speak Davi was afraid the boy was going to end up right in his lap. His hands came up automatically to catch Othello and landed right on his bare shoulders. Oh my. What nice smooth skin... nope, not going there! His hands were still glued to the fortune teller when the other slurred "I'll answer anything you ask". OH MY. And then the boy leaned even closer! Davi was mentally freaking out. This was highly improper, but at the same time he couldn't help but be turned on. His eyes greedily raked over the princess before him as his fingers reflexively gripped the small body. Luckily before he could do anything too stupid Othello leaned back once more and their contact was broken.
The situation was not greatly improved however, as the boy simply took another sip of his drink and looked at Davi expectantly with sultry bedroom eyes. No! Not bedroom eyes, very drunk eyes. Very, very drunk eyes, yes. Take a deep breath and forget about the fact that you haven't had any fun with another body in waaay too long Davi tried to coach himself. The success of this was minimal. And that was an understatement. He was so flustered that the only response to the request to ask something he could come up with was really just a statement of the obvious, "You don't drink much do you?" The poor singer was really at a loss as to how to handle this situation, Othello, and himself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 2:34 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi Ariyoshi blushed at Teishi's closeness. He wasn't particularly used to this sort of proximity that wasn't of his own choosing. He let it slide since the boy had just given a wonderful performance. It was rather strange to see him dancing by himself, but it was the perfect place to show off his personal skill without having to rely on anyone else... and with the level of alcohol in this party, it probably wouldn't have been much to have anyone else included. "You should dance more often," Ariyoshi offered the boy as he belittled himself, "For something that you're not sure you expressed correctly, you certainly did very well."
Ariyoshi sat back for a moment to take in the surroundings. People were still a bit abuzz about Teishi's performance. He was glad. Since the boy was so new, having people take notice really will help his chances of success in the world that is Guilty Pleasures. He watched as the faces he was familiar with and some that were not interacted and bandied about the bar and at that moment he saw Tel's enchantingly ghostly features. The boy waved and before Ariyoshi could respond walked to the DJ who then made an announcement about a shooting exhibition. Interesting... aren't you full of secrets Tel...
He looked back to Teishi who'd been speaking of all the dance stylings he was proficient in that were 'better' than the one he had just displayed. He wondered how someone so talented could be so unsure of himself... Ariyoshi himself was a bit of a spectacle when it came to anything that took his mind, fencing, or horseback riding and he certainly would never downplay any of his positive attributes... to each their own he supposed. He wasn't going to give Teishi anymore complements than were warranted if he were to keep this behavior. AHHGH. there went his less than accommodating self. He had vowed to be more courteous to Teishi who had performed so admirably.
Movement of a less-than-appropriate-action drew Ariyoshi's eyes back towards the bar. The astoundingly beautiful Japanese "Princess" was getting a bit tipsy with his... he wasn't quite sure what the other man was, but it didn't involve much in the way of clothing so he tried not to dwell on it. It hit him that the scantily clad man's face was familiar to him, but Ariyoshi couldn't put his finger on it. He shook the thought from his head as it seemed they were getting a bit accidentally intimiate with the addition of alcohol to the Princess's petit constitution. Ariyoshi looked backed to Teishi and gave a weak smile, "Would it be fine if we attended the shooting display? I must say, I saw a bit of firearms expertise while I lived in Great Britain, but... maybe this might be interesting?"
In truth, Ariyoshi wanted to see Tel again and congratulate him on his mental and physical rebound after the assault earlier and to extend his apology for being so ineffective at helping... though he still felt miffed at that Spartan who mocked and belittled him for trying to help. The nerve. Before Teishi could answer, Ariyoshi stood and offered his arm to the young French-Japanese boy. He really couldn't call him anything else. He may have been pure-blooded by birth, but his unusual... upbringing made him easily French. He mental kicked himself as his mean streak began to show again.
"Hmm..." Ariyoshi stopped a waiter dressed as a faerie, "Where would this shooting display take place?" The man, who was balancing two trays full of drink, directed Ariyoshi towards a jack-o-lanterned lit passageway back around the Manor with his head and excused himself quickly. He nodded and smiled at Teishi sweetly, "Shall we?" Hopefully if they got their soon enough, he'd have a moment to speak with Tel before the performance began.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 9:32 pm
Dustry Chevalier ~ていし~
Dustry smiled a little, incredibly happy that Ariyoshi enjoyed his performance. Maybe he wasn't such a bad entertainer after all. Of course, that still did not quell any of his previous precautions and mental barriers. He had proven to the older boy that he couldn't hold a decent conversation, and he had also proven that he had difficulty with his past. Two weaknesses, and only one strength. And the older boy from earlier this morning hadn't really helped him with his quite low self-esteem any. By the way, where was that boy, Cherub was it?
When Ariyoshi spoke again, Dustry was about to object, but he was already offering his arm out. The younger boy sighed slightly, smiling kindly. Suck wind and don't complain, Dustry. You chose this life. Dustry quietly took the older boy's hand and stood up, pointing toward the jack-o-lantern and saying in a slightly triumphant voice, "Well then, onward!" He was pretty sure he heard somebody laughing behind him. After all, that was probably the most out of character thing that he had ever done in his entire life! But it was only for tonight, was it not?
"Great Britain? You're so lucky to be able to travel so much." Dustry said quietly, a bit shy after his random outburst from earlier. He soon began leading the older boy down the path. "I may not know Tel very long, but I know he is an expert at what he does. One of the best, really." The younger boy lied expertly, as if he had known at least a little bit of Tel's talent. In truth, he didn't, but he was sure the boy was good. He was also sure, very much so, that Ariyoshi would want to talk to the companion again. He was with him earlier, it would only make sense.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:04 pm
Noir Louvre After the scene from earlier, Noir was pretty much bored. Nothing very much interesting happened, although he was incredibly intrigued by the strange mechanism in the weapon that the Spartan from earlier had been wielding. Companion or Client? He seemed like he knew his way around here, and he carried the authority of an employee. Hm... incredibly loyal and well-known client or a definitely high-ranked companion. Noir's money was on the high-ranked companion.
A small commotion at the dance floor caught the French boy's attention. Somebody was dancing. Ahh, it was the young Japanese boy from earlier. Noir had to admit, the boy was decently good at his craft. The magician could only dance a little bit, and only with a partner. He had to applaud the younger boy for stepping up and entertaining by himself. He could have made a complete fool of himself had he not been decent. Of course, out of courtesy, Noir clapped afterwards, smiling a little bit as he muttered to himself, "Bon spectacle."
Soon, an announcement came on that there was a show at the shooting range. They had a shooting range in this expansive mansion? Of course, Noir was not that much surprised, but still yet, it was incredible how wealthy the madame actually was. Becoming rich by catering to the rich. Interesting.
A small voice interrupted the young magician's train of thought as he was suddenly pulled back to reality. He turned slightly to see the young boy from earlier. And Noir had to admit, even though the boy had been quite frankly molested earlier, he seemed quite well at the moment. And he was thanking Noir for stepping in. "Oh, mais évidemment [Oh, but of course.] The others were not much of a threat to your assailant." Noir smiled slightly. The boy had quite enchanting features. Especially his hair. Noir hated to admit it, but he had a definite hair fetish. He really could not like a boy unless he had nice hair. When the boy asked if he would walk with him, Noir smiled and stood up. "Ce serait mon plaisir. [It would be my pleasure.]" He said in finely accented french as he began following the other towards the shooting range. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" Jace
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 4:57 pm
The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cause there was nothin' in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me. It wasn't that Othello wasn't listening. He was listening it just wasn't as indepth as Othello had wished it was. Sure he shouldn't have turned around and looked towards Sonnen but he heard the accent and it made his blood pressure sky rocket. He didn't mean to make the man uncomfortable either. Also he didn't think he was making it obvious that he wasn't playing attention. This night just wasn't turning out to be his night. He did however have to admit that it was Davi's idea to do question and answer. As far as Othello knew he couldn't discuss the answers to his questions. It also didn't help that Othello had never performed before. He had been in public speaking situations but he had never sang. He was not talented on stage at all either. The only reason he would speak publicly was to discuss his father's business and the progression that he was facing.
Watching as Davi looked behind him at Sonnen his eyes diverted to the side. Even if Othello was tipsy he wasn't stupid, at least not yet. Not touching his drink he asked the bartender for a water in Japanese his eyes distant and pained almost. He was failing miserably, he could feel the aura change around him. He thanked Bond when the water was placed beside him on the table. When he moved forwards and felt the hands on his shoulders he looked over and smirked slightly. He knew his skin was soft, he took care of his greatly. He watched the reaction of the male before as he felt the hands slip from his shoulders when he moved backwards. He eyed Davi, he might not be able to imagine a thousand people staring at him, and the energy but Davi could never imagine the struggle he faced everyday because of his gift. His mind was growing more and more distressed and the liquor hadn't eased him like he had hoped it would of. He leaned back a little more into the chair and placed the water to his lips as his long fingers reached out and coiled around it. Then the air changed as the water slipped into his posture.
Reaching into his Kimono he removed the white base make up leaving only his natural tanish skin color, and his eye make up. He tossed the napkin to the side and pursed his lips as he heard the questions about having to much to drink. Now, normally innocent Othello had been thrown to the dogs, this was his drunk third eye talking. Slipping from the chair with as much, if not more, grace and stood before Davi. He reached out and placed his fingers under Davi's chin and moved in closer, "I might not be able to produce the energy of a thousand screaming fans, but I can make you scream for more. We can experience our own electricity." he whispered as he leaned in and rested his forehead against Davi's and smirked seductively. "How was that for listening..." he said softly.
Othello wasn't a bad listener. Even when he wasn't giving his full attention it was more then what most gave half the time. He ran his fingers along Davi's face as he placed his finger again the man's lips. He smirked, and placed his other hand on the man's waist as his finger remained pressed again Davi's lip. He was a top rate seductress. Looking at Sonnen for a minute Othello's eye brow arched slightly as he turned his eyes back towards Davi. He still smelled sweet; even with a tint of alcohol on his breath he didn't smell like a drunk. Hearing the statement about drinking too much he sighed as he leaned back and drank some of the water that he had requested the bartender to get, ”Maybe…But I am fine..” he said as he placed the water down on the bar and looked away his eyes distant as he looked towards Davi, ”Why do you not like me now…?” he asked as a small pout slipped to his lips and slipped down his Kimono a little more, ”And here I was thinking I was applying to your sensual side…” he pouted as he leaned back and reveled part of his collarbone. That was Othello for you. He never really drank, but when he did he turned into a stripper.
There you are standing right in front of me
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:25 pm
Sonnen • Voltaire Okay, so Sonnen had another shot. Really, he only had two; that wasn’t too much, right? Really, he’d stop with the shots after this and just nurse his drink casually afterwards. Professionalism and all that. Didn’t wanna get wasted on the job or anything. The Madam would have his head if he did. Though he wanted to get away from Davi and Othello so he could stop seething about it, he found himself magnetized to the bar, unable to tear himself away. He watched their interaction out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could punch Davi in the face or splash his drink on him or… something rude to that effect. Oh sure, he was just chatting with Othello; it was innocent enough, in theory. But Othello was young, and Davi was clearly older, perhaps older than Sonnen himself. Othello was naïve and prone to suggestion and… what if something happened? It was his duty to watch over the newer Companions, therefore he would. With that excuse in mind, his eyes never left the pair.
Until the weirdo dude came over again.
“Vell, I see zat you are no stranger to ze drink,” Sonnen commented offhandedly at the large, alcoholic order the man just made. He smirked, showing he was only joking; he wasn’t allowed to be truly malicious to the guests, especially since he sort of worked there. Wait. This was the man who had asked after ‘Sasha’ wasn’t he? Ugh. Alcohol wreaked hell on his memory. Right. He didn’t like this guy. He forgot.
He seemed a bit preoccupied with Sonnen’s hands, though, strangely enough. The vampire gamely inspected his own hands as they gently clutched his drink (didn’t want to shatter another glass, after all). He had long fingers and pink nail beds, nails trimmed down perfectly with only a little bit of white nail peeking over the edge. Calloused from years of guitar and harp, but experienced. He never really thought about his hands, he supposed; well, under the influence of alcohol, you thought about a lot of weird things.
“Da, Sonnen is what I commonly go by,” he replied with only a hint of annoyance in his voice, so the man would clearly understand that ‘Sasha’ was never acceptable under any circumstances. Only his parents called him that anymore; he didn’t really speak to the rest of his family. When he introduced himself as Dmitri, Sonnen’s curiosity was piqued, momentarily distracting him from his previous miff. “Dmitri? Zen you are Slavic, no? Though you do not sound Russian…” He muttered the last part to himself, contemplating. Ukraine, Slovakia, Poland, Croatia, Bulgaria, Czech… Stupid vodka-addled mind; he couldn’t remember the rest. Of course it could be entirely true that the man wasn’t Slavic at all, and his parents simply liked the name ‘Dmitri’.
A name can be a powerful thing. Yes, that was true, if you had an intimidating name. People didn’t exactly cower when they heard the name Sasha. ‘Sonnen’, though, was a bit more of an upstanding name. It demanded a little more respect, he thought. “Yes, that would be greatly appreciated.” It would be nice if he wasn’t called that around the mansion. No one knew about it except for the Madam, and she was under the same agreement.
Ah, he wanted to see the shooting match. Sonnen wouldn’t mind viewing it, though he didn’t have a real interest to. That, and Othello wouldn’t be there, and he needed to keep him in sight. Sonnen would have no problem, however, directing Dmitri away from him. “Ah yes, the shoosting—“ he cleared his throat, blushing at his stumble, “Sorry, the shooting vill be around ze vestern side of ze mansion. Follow zis path—“ he gestured to the worn area in the ground where no grass grew, just some grayish dirt that created a path about two feet wide, “—all ze way until you see ze targets set up in ze distance. Or follow Tel, since he seems to be heading zat way now,” he finished, gesturing to the small blond.
Sonnen forced a smile at the man before turning back to glance at Othello— stripping!? What the hell was this!? Why was his kimono around his elbows? Sonnen scanned their table, noticing a drink near Othello’s hand. It probably contained alcohol. Which would mean that Othello was a lightweight. Which would explain the stripping. <********.
Not only did Davi get the privilege of his undivided attention, but now he got a look at the goods. Life was unfair. Just as Sonnen was prepared to walk over and tell them who done it and what for, he held himself back. No. This wasn’t his business. As long at he stayed mostly clothed and didn’t wander off in a dark corner somewhere with the pop tart, then he’d have to just reign himself back. Down, boy. Down, Sonnen, easy, boy.
This, however, didn’t stop him from brutally murdering Davi with his eyes. He could tell that b*****d was enjoying the show. Of course Sonnen recognized his body language, as he had experienced much the same thing many times before. As long as he kept his hands to his damn self, then Sonnen could spare his life. Maybe. The thought of killing him for sport sounded like fun right about now, actually. It would be easy. Tel had a lot of guns and stuff; getting his hands on one wouldn’t be too hard. Point and shoot, right? Just like a camera.
Okay. What was Othello doing? Getting up? Maybe he was leaving! Yes! Dump that d**k in the dirt! And then go and put some clothes— WHAT. WHAT, NO. NO. This was NOT okay. Since when did Othello become a two-bit tart? Crap. The alcohol was probable the culprit. When Othello shyly kissed him that first time, he sure as hell didn’t have this kind of sexual confidence. Now he looked like a practiced tramp. It was… kind of hot, but sooo not the time. Sonnen was feeling an intervention coming on. It seemed like an appropriate time to step in, surely.
“Take care of business,” he heard the bartender say. Sonnen turned to look at him, eyebrow arched in surprise. 007 smirked and winked at him, gesturing to Davi and Othello. Sonnen took a deep breath and nodded before downing the rest of his drink. Civic duty, civic duty, he kept repeating to himself. Nothing to do with any emotional attachment to the boy. Just his job. Paternal protectiveness. Yes. Platonic. With this lie in his mind, Sonnen unbuttoned his long coat and slipped it off his shoulders, leaving him in only his white ruffled tunic. A bit chilly without the jacket, but that wasn’t the pertinent problem here.
Casually, the redhead strolled over to Davi and Othello, holding his jacket out as if to offer it to someone. However, he merely folded it over his arm and stopped right behind Othello before pinching the edges of his kimono. He took a brief moment to relish the feeling of the seer’s soft skin before pulling the garment up over his shoulders to settle back where it was meant to be worn, covering everything from neck to feet. After that, just to make sure he didn’t get any smart ideas about stripping again, Sonnen covered the boy with his own coat. It probably smelled like his deodorant and cologne, but whatever. At least Othello was decent again.
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” he asked Davi contemptuously, his smirk sharp as knives. He wasn’t really asking permission, mind you, merely asserting his dominance as he sat himself and Othello down on the seat across from Davi, keeping a firm hold on the boy’s waist so he didn’t get any funny ideas. Sonnen really was enjoying this far too much. In another act of protectiveness (and thinking “It’s for your own good, Othello; you’ll thank me later”), Sonnen plucked Othello’s glass off the table and set it aside, silently insisting he get some water in him.
“Z’dravdoyti,” Sonnen intoned silkily, still smirking enough to show his fangs. “I am Sonnen. Ees very nice to meet you.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:38 pm
He honestly couldn't help it.
Try as Aya might, a slight laugh escaped his lips and he had to raise a hand quickly to try and stifle the bubbling feeling of mirth which threatened to follow.
The way that this young man simply 'strode' into the fog was hilarious... mainly because he'd just come running out of it mere moments ago.
"It's a shame I'm a horrid shot with the bow." Aya spoke up as he followed after Lorentz. "Or else I could scare away this maze's horrors with little effort."
It was true!
He had taken traditional archery classes in high school, but something about his stance had just been too hard to fix. He was always off the mark by a few degrees, and even when he tried to correct for that... he always ended up over correcting instead.
Aya had even succeeded in shooting his opponent's target, with a dead bulls-eye, once before!
Of course the bow he was sporting wasn't anything like a Japanese longbow.... the feel and weight and even the pull were different, but the young man supposed that he'd fail at it just as easily as he had in high school.
"How long?" Aya asked, thinking this over for a moment. "A couple of days really. I was actually ill when I first arrived so this is really, well... technically it's my first time meeting any of the madame's clients." he said with a pleasant smile. "The manor is taking some getting used to... and I've only met one other companion during my short stay here so far."
Rounding another corner, the blond decided to voice his own question of the companion.
"Forgive me if it's a prying question but.... well... have you been a client of the madame for long?"
There were things that Aya didn't know if he COULD ask, especially given that a client's true identity remain a secret. Of course the same was said of the companions... and there were many times which Aya wished he could just burst out with a friendly, 'Hi! I'm Tetsuya!' instead of trying to be formal and polite.
It wasn't that he didn't like the facade that fell over him whenever he came across a new face... it was more that he didn't feel like himself anymore.
Like something about his own core had changed... and that worried Tetsuya just a tad...
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