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crescentview2023-01-11 02:54 am
yourlenore) wrote in crescentview2023-01-11 02:54 am
summer catchall
Who: Mishka & some poor unfortunate souls
What: Bingo et al.
When: Summer
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: NSFW & insects
Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two.
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It needed only wait, though, until he was willing to bargain for it himself, and now it had him. Perhaps the Goddess keeps it bay, for a time, but he knows it would find him again soon. It needed only wait last time; it needed only wait again.
Adelis, at least, could thrive here, even when Mishka is gone. Objectively, that is good. )
If you'd like.
( Mishka is good and takes his hands from Adelis, offering the sunscreen to him as he shifts to sit beside him.
He thinks he prefers that Adelis rejected him, because he is not sure if he could tolerate much more vulnerability. )
There must be some place about here that you like, still. I've come to enjoy the cafés, myself. The convenience and luxury here is admirable; the Heights nobles might be jealous of what they give so freely here.
( The nobles, and all the luxury they sold out themselves and their families for... There is a satisfying irony that surrounds it. )
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Some days, he finds himself going a bit stir crazy, and he retreats to the woods to toss and slash at things in an attempt to release some of the energy.
It is preferable here, yes. He will stay. But it does not entirely suit him, despite it all.
Adelis will indeed, taking the bottle once it's offered to slowly pour some of the white on his fingertips. The feel is unpleasant, as is the smell, but he would rather deal with it himself than allow Mishka to drag his hands over his chest again. It is beginning to feel far too oddly intimate, and he has never quite lent himself to someone whilst so vulnerable before.
Enough of that, he thinks.
He will listen to Mishka talk, at least, despite the odd feeling in the back of his head, dragging fingers over his clavicle. He is far less thorough in his own work, all things considering. ]
I haven't been. [ To the cafe, that is. Or the restaurant, or...well, any of them. ] The idea of going somewhere and getting food when I've plenty at home feels ridiculous.
[ He has always been frugal, and thus far, has only really indulged on the free offering here and there, such as those at the spring dance. ]
...I have been to the bar. I don't mind it. [ The atmosphere is nice, at least, and it tastes better than whatever they have in Ostoyan taverns. ] I prefer walking about rather than settling in the places in town. I prefer to keep myself busy.
[ The sunset and sunrise, in particular, he finds himself drawn to watching...but Mishka doesn't need to know that. ]
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( He turns his gaze to the ocean, legs crossed, arms back, the picture of relaxation (but with that familiar flex of muscle that suggests he remains, as ever, alert). He watches Adelis work out of the corner of his eye, but not overtly. )
Bürach has sunshine, but the Syndicate is quite active there; it is terribly profitable. ( So it could hardly be a peaceful land. The debauchery, the drugs, the sickness, half contained... Still a better place than Ostoya, by miles. ) Here is a vast oasis: content and empty.
( Vast and calm, like the ocean, here. Even Crescent View's furies of nature were fairly mild, compared to anything Ostoya had in hand.
It is enough to drive him stir crazy, too. But, still, he holds onto it, though at time the sun is blistering, and the kindness of the people exhausts him, and the lack of direction and purpose bewilders. )
Still, I think you might like the restaurants, even if only to try it once. ( He says, by way of invitation. ) Have you visited the mines much? It keeps one busy, for certain.
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Most of the people here are ignorant and carefree. Most of them would not survive a day in Ostoya.
[ Most, because some are excluded from this. Only some. Those who have had hardships of their own, who's homes are not as quiet and forgiving as this place. Here, the food is healthy. The water is clean. They greet their neighbors with smiles and waves, and rarely if ever worry about receiving a knife to the back. It's baffling, even after two months have passed.
He does not think he will ever, fully, get used to it. Adelis can adjust, he can somewhat relax, but his guard will never drop fully, and he will never not sleep without a blade crackling at his fingertips. ]
Would be that we could live in the same passive ignorance.
[ But he would not choose to- he is who he is, and they are who they are. Ostoya defines them, molds them, and has spit them out to be what they are today. Adelis holds no love for the moon-kissed lands, but nor would he up and deny his heritage. ]
Perhaps one day, if the mood strikes. But I can content with what my fields have offered. [ It is already enough of a luxury, to have an abundance of healthy produce at hand. ] And I've already been, yes.
[ He still has those gems at home, now that he thinks about it...he has yet to do anything with them. Hm. ]
It was aggravating, but rewarding in the end. I simply haven't decided what to do with my spoils.
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You've squares for eating out, don't you? Perhaps you can make an exception, in the interest of home improvement.
( Certainly, it would be easier for Adelis to go with someone he knows (and let us ignore Adelis clearly has others he knows and would certainly go to a restaurant with, Mishka aside), and that's the only reason he doesn't drop the subject when Adelis half-agrees, clearly a little unsure of how to deal with restaurants, considering the relative poverty of Ostoya they both know too well. )
Oh? And what spoils are those?
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Three are food-related, I believe, albeit only one specifies eating out somewhere. I wonder if this is her way of attempting to tell me something.
[ Is she saying he doesn't eat enough...the audacity, really. He eats more than enough ( or just enough, he should say, as indulging in excess is simply not in his blood ). Still, he'll have to get them done eventually...he's just had reason to do those ones in particular yet. The idea of a 'candelit dinner' with someone was hardly the most appealing. ]
...But I suppose I've to deal with them at some point. [ Mishka probably just wants to indulge himself, doesn't he... ] But if I am entertaining your desires, I will not be paying.
[ Blunt. Cough up the change or the barters, bug-man.
He seems to debate on telling him for a few moments, but, well, why not. Mishka has likely found his own things down there, anyway. ]
...Two small gems, a ruby and a sapphire. I'm not one to oft wear jewelry, so I have not decided how I'll be using them.
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But he's used to sugardaddying for Adelis, and the gold here is just monopoly money to Mishka, so he doesn't seem to mind. )
You can hardly call them my desires alone when I intend for you to enjoy yourself, as well. ( He knows Adelis is going to enjoy the food, even if he doesn't agree with the practice or the price. ) I'll pay, since I'm inviting you. Your coinpurse can rest unperturbed.
( Oh? The mention of the gemstones catches his ear, and he seems impressed by his spoils. He doesn't know what they're worth here, but they're worth a good amount of money back home. )
I suppose it's not practical, but I do think jewelry would suit you. Earrings in particular.
( He would also suggest embellishment upon his knives, but he's not totally certain whether Adelis still uses physical ones at this point, and he's not intending to look strange by asking, either. )
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The suggestion he'll enjoy himself earns a particularly questionable side-eye, since Adelis' enjoyment has never been the other's particular priority. Whether or not he's telling the truth remains to be seen, although he supposes food is a considerably less offensive outing than...most of them. ]
Very well, then. Don't renege on that offer now that you've made it.
[ Why he keeps agreeing to this, he'll never know...it's for the house...
That...does earn a pause, as he mulls it over. It had idly crossed his mind, but he had never been one for garish jewelry- he can dress well, certainly, especially to impress, but to cover himself in so much excess was a waste when he could fetch more money selling it.
Then again, there's not much need for it here... ]
...Mm. Maybe. Two of a different kind would be tacky, but perhaps one.
[ It's...been a while since he's worn earrings, now that he thinks about it. Hm. ]