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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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By all means, sweep.

[The whole show had wound down now, moving on to the cast bows, and David reached for the mouse to pause it so he could look at Balthier.]

I don't know what you'd call it back home, but I would like to call it the continuing start to something. I want to be able to point at you in a crowd and say 'that one? he's with me'. I want to have, if you'll allow it, a bit of a claim.

I’ll happily allow it. Encourage it even. Provided I get to do the same.

[ He’s completely engrossed in David’s gaze, made all the more intense and radiant by the gold on his lids. He reaches up without entirely meaning to, cupping David’s face in his hand and running his thumb over that beautiful skin. ]

[It's a good touch, so intimate, and David closes his eyes as he leans into the touch. Tenderness is so forgotten in his life, and this was the most beautiful thing.]

I want you to do the same. Please. I would love to be able to give a name to this new delight you've given me.

[ Balthier smiles as David closes his eyes. He had been tender when he was young, but he'd quickly learned that was a liability with anyone but Fran. It was wonderful to just...be and have that appreciated. Wanted, even. ]

We sometimes say courting, but this is...more grounded, I think.

In my world, courting has a lot more weight to it. It's basically 'intention to win them for marriage'. We prefer dating, and for people who are dating, boyfriend or girlfriend or significant other.

Fascinating. Ours usually implies some level of games or political maneuvering. Dating it is.

Do you prefer one of those terms over the others?

I mean, there is that too. But I really do like the idea that this isn't a game, or maneuvering. It will just be you and me being honest.

[One of those terms over another? No, not really, so he opened his eyes and shook his head.]

Not really. But there's no reason to call you a girlfriend, and most people would understand boyfriend is dating, because significant others can be something else entirely.

Agreed. I've no interest in playing games. Not that kind anyway, and not with you.

[ He's had enough that for a lifetime, thanks.

Though he laughs at David's explanation. He lowers his hand but sets it onthe one he's already holding. ]

And maybe eventually I won't ask you so many questions with so many complicated answers. Thank you for the connotation lessons.

No, don't say that. Complicated questions are a good way to convey information that is equally complex. And caring for someone is a beautiful form of complexity.

[He moves to kiss Balthier's brow]

And caring for you is a beautiful complexity that I think I couldn't do easily escape. Nor would I want to. So let's ask it directly. Balthier, would you be alright with me calling you my boyfriend?

[ David is so thorough and methodical and clear. Balthier smiles at that and at the forehead kiss. ]

David, you are most welcome to call me your boyfriend. May I call you mine as well?

[ He doesn't fully have the connotation of boyfriend yet, but asking someone to be his, and to be his in a way that can be asserted to others, he absolutely understands. He had hoped he we get here with David, but he hadn't expected to do so this quickly. He's glad for it, because it makes him feel less like he's a fool deep in unknown skies; or if he is, he's not there alone. ]

[David hadn't expected it either. But these two dates had been amazing already. And he wanted more of them. A lot more of them. He wanted to know he could speak to the man as someone cared for, someone that he could continue to expect time for.]

I would be delighted to have you say that, Balthier. Because to be considered yours at all would be a delight.

[ It definitely changes something, to know there will be more meetings, to know the other person wants to build this too. ]

Whether you are mine is entirely up to you, but so long as you want to be, I will covet you like the most precious of treasures. I know the worth of rare and beautiful things.

[ His voice lowers, and he presses his forehead to David's. He really does like that they are of a height. ]

[Rare and beautiful things? The man sure had a way with words, and it made David's heart leap with longing. He wants this so much. And he feels so special for it as well. All he wants to do is kills Balthier in the moment. But maybe that would be overreaching.

And honestly, there was something so much more intimate about this little forehead press. It's a good contact.]

I'd like to be yours. I'd like you to be mine. I would like this to be a two way street.

It is very much mutual. I am yours, dear one.

[ He presses his lips to David's. It's not demanding, but it's longer and slower than they've kissed before. ]

[He feels dear in this moment. Really dear. With the kiss started his hands come up to cup Balthier's face. And you know what, he thought he liked the feel of the extra side burns. They were wonderful under his hands.

He wanted this, though, the feeling of the kiss lingering on his lips. It was warmer than sipping at a good spirit, just moving through his blood like being by a campfire, or basking in the sun. And when it ends he can't help but chuckle in delight.]

I think, my light, you are a bit of luck I hadn't expected to find.

[ Balthier lets out a surprised but contented sound as David's hands come around his face. A similar warmth spreads through him, deep and slow, continuing to grow even after the kiss ends. Being called "my light" does get a flutter of heat though. ]

The secret to being a truly excellent pirate is being open to the wonders you didn't plan for.

That world is filled with so many wonders that we never plan for. Sometimes it's a friend bringing you a cup of something warm to drink when you need it, sometimes it's a beautiful sunset, and sometimes it's a wonderful sky pirate who comes into your life and makes you feel like something precious, without seeming to try.

[Then he smiles and pulls back just a little from the kiss, his hands moving to rest on Balthier's leg.]

By the way? Love the pants and sweater. Especially the sweater.

Sometimes it's completely botching a spell and having a beautiful glowing man tend to your very sad head, and him still agreeing to let you take him flying over the city. I promise it's not anywhere near so effortless as it looks, though I'm pleased my efforts are having the intended effect. I enjoy putting the effort in.

[ Okay the hand is hot. Maybe because everything else has him so relaxed. He raises an eyebrow at the compliment. ]

Oh? I shall make a note.

[He wants to run outside and laugh and tell everyone that this beautiful man wanted him. For now he just smiles.]

I hope you do. Then again, there hasn't been a thing you've worn that I haven't loved. Even if Bart did make fun of the coat. You're a dapper man, and I imagine that will only continue to be true.

[He finally lifts his hands away, moving to refill their glasses.]

Another toast? To the beautiful wonder we find before us?

[ Balthier would be charmed if he did, honestly, but happier to have him here with him. ]

I've set the bar high for myself, it seems.

[ He's pleased David likes his style. It will be fun, continuing to impress him that way. And maybe repeat the sweater.

He takes the glass, tapping it to David's. ]

To starting something wonderful with someone wonderful.

[Don't worry, he'll find a way to radiate it at his friends soon anyway.]

Well then, clear it. I think we both know you're capable of it.

[Something wonderful. Someone wonderful. David just offers the warmest of smiles before sipping his drink, though his eyes were left on Balthier as he drinks.]

[ Balthier laughs at David's challenge. ]

I suppose I asked for that one.

[ He sips his drink as well, enjoying the attention of David's gaze. ]

Alright, we've finished our play, but I'm loathe to let you go just yet. Shall I put on more tea?

Of course, I'd like that. We can do more instruction, or whatever else you want. But first...

[Balthier, I'm sorry but you have just the smallest bead of wine left on your lips. So David leans in to kiss him again, and if there is maybe just the tiniest flash of tongue over Balthier's lips to get that taste, well, don't let your brain fry. David pulls back, looking very satisfied with himself before he finishes his wine.]

There, that's much better.

[ Oh his brain is very fried. He has half a mind to kiss back, to let his hands run over that beautiful body, but he's also enjoying this dance too much to rush the steps. ]

People always assume I'm the tease, but I think I'm very much going to be outdone.

[ Is the tea now an excuse to calm down for a minute? Yes. He rises from the couch, taking their cups to rinse as he puts the kettle back on. And if this gives David an excellent view of his ass, where the pants are tight before they billow out, well, he's not stopping anyone from looking. ]

Do you have any other suggestions for the evening, or shall I throw out ideas? Also, if I'm not mistaken, I saw dessert in one of those containers. Shall I get the clean plates?

I try not to tease. But that? That was just too much for me to pass up. ANd you taste beautiful.

[Of course, he was beautiful, so he thinks the comment is appropriate. But he sets his empty wine glass aside and starts to reseal all of the small boxes of food.]

So, the restaurant didn't have desserts. Most of the Chinese take out restaurants don't have that sort of stuff. So I ordered from a real Chinese restaurant, and got some traditional egg pudding. That one I ordered on my own. Though if you ever go to a traditional Chinese restaurant, they have so many types of tea you might want to explore, and milk teas. But this stuff we're trying to day? It's an Americanized Chinese food. It's not as reflective of the actual taste or foods as you might get in a sit down restaurant.

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