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(closed) | good old fashioned romance

Who: Balthier

portolan and David

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What: a series of dates following the Love Potion #9 event
When: Feb 9, 12
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A

Tabbard Winery

[ The Tabbard Winery sits in an old 19th-century building in Central City. The walls are rich wooden panels imported from Europe and the furniture is heavily tufted leather. Oil paintings and chandeliers decorate the space, punctuated with antiques and exquisite plants. It reminds Balthier of some of the modern luxury spaces at home, and he remembered that David mentioned an affinity for wood panels.

He's seated in a big leather chair in a back corner near a multi-paned window that looks onto a snowy patio. He's dressed more modestly today -- an admittedly pirate-esque white shirt and fitted black pants.

He doesn't quite have the habit of checking his phone obsessively yet, but he's doing the mental equivalent, spinning the ring on his little finger. While he has his gaze fixed on a painting across the room, his head tilts involuntarily every time he hears the door open.

Scions he's giddy and nervous as a schoolboy. He chooses a bottle of wine, though he doesn't recognize the makes or locations. He asks for something full-body, for David's coffee tastes. Given three options, he chooses the one that has a ship on the label. Everyone here seems to think that's what pirate means. He finds that amusing. ]

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Hey, I work really hard to stay fit and ready for a fight. So I watch my diet carefully.

[BUt he doesn't move the rangoon away. It's a nice thing for Balthier to do when he said he'd liked them as well. But, with the other man filling his plate some, David grins and starts serving small bits of different side dishes set up.]

From here I'm going to turn on the thing I hoped you might enjoy watching. We can punt, that means stop watching and move on to something else, at any time.

[ The general concept of watching food doesn't entirely make sense to Balthier yet, as he's from a world without preservatives and added sugar. But he's still going to respect David's preferences. ]

I can certainly tell from those marvelous tights -- leggings, you said?

[ He sits back to let David lay out the plates, watching with interest how he arranges or layers different things.

And then there's that check again, that statement to make sure he's comfortable. ]

I'm sure whatever you've chosen is more than suitable. I try not to walk out of a show if I can't help it, although, I will say student productions of sub-par quality with all the interesting bits censored can be enough to bore you to tears. Those I was mostly in and not watching.

Leggings, yes. Tights are thinner, gauzy material. These...

[David considers and then takes one of Balthier's hands. He guides it back to his leg and encourages the man to pinch at the material to see how much thicker it is. Very nice, right?]

This is leggings. Some people wear them as pants. Though there's this stupid idea, derived heavily from how society treats boys versus girls and fails to teach responsible behavior, that leggings distract guys. Like, they act like seeing a woman in leggings will make it impossible for them to look away. Nope, they have to oggle. It's horrible. So most women in leggings are either objectified, or expected to wear sweaters like these, that are longer to cover the butt.

As for the show, I assure you the quality will be good. I checked a few versions.

[With that he reaches for the wireless mouse and narrates his steps of accessing the external and how he had the files laid out. Then he opened the Pirates of Penzance.]

This was made by the famed opera writing duo Gilbert and Sullivan. It's slightly comedic, following a young man who is apprenticed to pirates until his twenty-first birthday. Part of the reason we're watching this is, yes, the pirate element, but also because one of the songs in it, Major-General's Song, is extremely often parodied, and even when people don't know the origin of the song that is being parodied, they do tend to recognize it. It's a good cultural touchstone.

[ David guiding his hand back to his leg affirms for Balthier that the earlier touch was very much well-received. It brings back that quieter, dreamier smile he only gets with David. He deeply enjoys this exchange of gentle touch and the back and forth of who guides who. There's a trust in it, and an attentiveness. He follows the prompt to feel the fabric -- which is nice -- but also takes the opportunity to splay his hand on David's very fit thigh.

At the explanation, though, he sighs and briefly shakes his head. ]

Sorry to hear our worlds share that kind of thinking. Though, I will say, you are very distracting regardless of what you're wearing.

[ He gives David's leg a playful squeeze and runs his hand up his high as he pulls his hand back to keep eating and watch the instructions. ]

You're going to make me blush with how much thought and energy you put into this evening.

[ He's grinning again. Part of him had wondered, after the first poem, if that had been it, the end of the game. It was part of why he hadn't reached back out, not that David hadn't been on his mind. He was relieved and delighted to realize David had been as preoccupied with their previous engagements as he had been, and moved that he'd acted on it so thoroughly. It was beautiful, to have someone manifest thinking about him that way. He'd wondered if he was being a fool for wanting to invest that energy in David; now he feels more confident that that energy won't be wasted or taken for granted. ]

[Very fit, very muscular thigh, that is not moving away from Balthier's attention at all. He's comfortable with this touch, and since it isn't overly exploring, it isn't setting his heart to nervous racing either.]

I had picked up on that so far. That I might serve as a distraction. We'll have to keep that in check if we are ever to work together again.

[Make him blush? David should hope not. He shakes his head, because that would be a horrid thing to do.]

If you want to avoid blushing, perhaps you can tell yourself that my meeting today was exceedingly boring for such a quick mind, and I was multitasking. With you getting the better part of my focus.

Besides, I've been in a position to help other people less savvy with the tech of this era, and so it's made me think about how all of that could apply to your benefit.

David, please, I am a professional. Though if you're going to dress particularly radiantly, I may need a minute before we get started.

[ That's not untrue. But the only thing that's going to distract him enough to throw off an operation is if David goes down again or is otherwise compromised.

The comment about boring meetings gets a bark of laughter. ]

Oh, scions, that's something I didn't miss from my youth, but I fear I'm going to have a lot of here. I may need some tips on dealing with such things. My delicate romantic heart may not weather the heavy chains of boredom and wasted time with any grace.

[Fair enough. Though he may try and garner attention in his own way. He does start the musical though, so they can have it on in the background while they sample the side dishes.]

That's one of the advantages of the phones. Games always on hand. I'm playing tetris pretty constantly.

[ Oh please prove him wrong and distract him on a mission. He won't know what to do with himself. ]

I'm only holding off on asking what Tetris is so I can focus on you, this food, and this operetta.

[ He works his way through the options provided. He likes the mix of sweet, savory, and spicy, and the range of textures is excellent. ]

Ah overture and a pit orchestra. What blessings. Some piece of culture that I know.

[Wouldn't that be a fun thing to do some day? But that is not today. Today they have a mission David wishes to properly guide him through, which is trying this food and watching this operetta and enjoying each other's company.]

You'll find that musicals often have those, though sometimes you might run into newer instruments, though. I imagine opera is opera is opera. But this one should amuse. After all, the twist is just so ridiculous that it's a delight.

[ At the opening song, Balthier laughs at the costumes. ]

Oh no, everyone is wearing a terrible version of my wardrobe.

[ They get through the first song and into the first scene. ]

Oh, fascinating. The tone is lighter than an opera, and there's speaking. We have a similar style but it's mostly popular with common people.

[David is left snickering at the statement. Yes, he'd noticed that too.]

Yeah, we have very specific concepts of what a pirate should look like. You look like a gentleman pirate, far more elegant than this. And far more elegant than true pirates. But less colorful.

[He nods along as he refills Balthier's plate with samples of the different entrees. And of course, pours him a glass of the cherry blossom wine at last.]

This is sort of a romanticized version of piracy in my world.

[ Some day he'll have to show David his clothes from home, but not tonight. He is picturing David in a very low cut pirate shirt, though. Not his style, but he could absolutely make it work. There's also something sweet to the idea of David wearing something of Balthier's. ]

I'm far more elegant than most sky pirates, too. Comes with being a leading man, though this lad is not very elegant. And all piracy is romantics on some level. Or it's horrid tragic bottom scrapings of the human condition.

[ He lifts his glass of wine. ]

I believe a toast is in order. To the radiant harvest moon, bringer of knowledge, purveyor of fine foods, and lover of beauty and romanticism.

[Things that might please Balthier to see him in, well, David would try it, just for his companion.]

I can believe it. But I think it probably comes from the aristocratic background you were raised from, and not necessarily as the captivating, leading man. But you're free to research pirates for yourself. I suggest looking into the history of piracy near China. I think you would approve of the Pirate Queen from there.

[He smiles and raises his own glass to the toast.]

And to the companionship provided by charming leading men?

You're as bad as Fran.

[ He says it with a smile, and it's nice to bring someone up from home for pleasant purposes. ]

May my companionship ever bring you pleasure, fair moon.

He clinks his glass into David's, but before he drinks, he plants a quick peck on David's lips. ]

Oh, this is divine. I don't think I've had it before.

[Fran. He's going to guess that is either the friend or the queen he speaks of. Sounds like a woman's name after all. And that must be a good thing, and it makes him smile.]

I can't imagine it failing to do so, lovely light.

[The kiss is a lovely one, and he laughs at the comment. What a line.]

Do you mean the kiss, or the wine? Because I doubt your skills if the former is what you're getting at.

[ That gets a laugh back from Balthier, and a second kiss. This one is still light, but it's a little deeper, a little longer. He breaks it off before it crosses into more sensuous territory, but the implication is there. ]

I certainly haven't had anyone quite like you.

[ In the background, the musical progresses. The phrase "pirate king" catches Balthier's attention. ]

Oh I didn't know pirate king was an option. I think I have a new ambition.

[The longest kiss they've had actually, and David's heart is racing. That shouldn't be so amazing, what the hell? Why was he so flustered over so simple a thing?

Perhaps his heart truly is already gone for this man, after little more than a week.]

There aren't other people like me, so that's not so shocking.

[A new ambition for when he goes home perhaps? Or for here?]

I think you should save that one. Pirate kings can't really abscond with the hearts of gentlemen like me.

There certainly aren't.

[ He has the urge to just hold David's face, press their noses together. Laugh at the absurdity and wonder that this is all so lovely. But that may lead to territory he's not sure he's ready for yet. ]

Why ever not? I am a pirate and therefore can already do what I want, but if I am a king I can even insist others obey my whims.

[ Has he already absconded with David's heart? The amount he hopes so gives him that feeling again, the one of being moorless in the skies. ]

There aren't pirates like that these days, Balthier. Not anymore. Those that do exist prey on people who can't help themselves. They take people captive and ransom them, and hurt them. They aren't your sort of men, Balthier.

[David sips his drink again, enjoying the fruity taste of it on his tongue.]

[ Balthier sighs. ]

It probably wouldn't go over all that well at home either -- I'd get called into some sort of war or government structure. This is obviously why the arts are superior to actual life.

[ But the protectiveness and insistence that there's a line between what Balthier does and what others do is appreciated. It's that feeling of being seen. ]

Alright I understand there's some issue with his age, but I'm not getting the joke.

Joke? I wish I was joking. Pirates on ships taking things, they are vile, violent men these days. They aren't like you. You are what people wish to think of pirates being. Beautiful and suave and sophisticated. Someone people would wish to have lead them.

You're an ideal that doesn't exist in this world.

[ At this Balthier takes David's closer hand, interlacing their fingers he pulls David's hand onto his leg. ]

I believe you entirely, and I'm increasingly surprised that when I introduced myself as a pirate, you stuck around to hear the rest. I'm also not sure your opinion of me isn't entirely too high, but I will certainly do my best to live up to so high a compliment.

All that said, I was in truth commenting on the play. I don't understand the apprenticeship joke -- they don't have airships. Does pilot just mean the steersman?

[HIs hand on Balthier's leg is, in David's mind, a bit more racy than Balthier's hand on his own. Why would that be? He didn't know. But he liked the warmth that he could feel in his fingers.]

You're clearly not cut of the same cloth. And I had to investigate those fireworks. I had to know. I still find myself wondering. But my opinion of you is measured by what I have seen of you until now. Though I suppose, with invitation, I could make it of what you know of yourself. But that seems... far too forward.

[But he smiles at the suggestion and nods.]

Yes, pilots basically control the way the ship sails. It takes a lot of work to plot routes and hte like. But the joke of his apprenticeship is very much in how it's worded, Balthier. Remember the line. His twenty-first birthday.

[ David’s comment has Balthier thinking about the phrase he used in his letter, a premonition of falling in love. Maybe that’s what the fireworks were. A prophecy of potential. Or maybe they were nothing and the two of them just got extremely lucky in meeting. His mind keeps running through it too. ]

I think some day I’ll let you do that and compare notes, but for now let me maintain the illusion of being suave and charming.

[ It’s not like he has deep dark secrets. It’s just…vulnerable. A lot of poor decisions. A lot of loneliness. Grief he hasn’t processed. ]

Alright important line noted and committed to memory.

[Well, David's not going to ask the goddess of Fate he intended to meet later on. No, he had other things to recover first.]

It's no illusion when I look on you. So I think it's alright. You truly are charming.

[David, finished with his light selection of entrees, puts his plate on the table and then moves to sit a bit closer to Balthier again, so their bodies could touch along the line of their legs.]

I know you'll enjoy the joke.

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