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Who: Balthier ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
portolan and David helpdesk_hero
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. ]
portolan and David helpdesk_hero 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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It's sweet that you always ask. How could I ever say no?
[ Or want to?
He steps forward, taking David's hips in his hands, kissing him long and slowly. A heat spreads through him that is warm and slow and not desire, but something deeper and quieter. He enjoys David's scent, his warm lips, his hand on Balthier's face. ]
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[But then there's Balthier stepping forward, hands settling on him. David has to twist his bags aside so that Balthier can hold him, and he gets kissed. Hell, he melts into the kiss. This was good. Very good. Better than good. Oh god it was nice to be kissed like this, like he mattered. And if he was holding his breath over his delight, well that wasn't anyone's business but his own.
His heart ached with his lungs and when he pulled away he breathed in relief. That was good. So good.]
Thank you.
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Right as always, dear one. Rest well.
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{But he needs to go. Fuck but he needs to go. So he smiles and backs to the door]
Stop being so tempting.
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[ He steps back, that dreamy smile he only has for David back on his face, and gets the door. ]
Goodnight, David.
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Goodnight dearest. I'll see you.
[And at last he slipped out into the hall. And made right for his own door. He needed his own territory to unwind.]
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He shuts the door, still smiling, and puts away the rest of the food and washes the dishes. Head swimming and still too awake to sleep, he practices logging into the laptop, smiling at the photo of their city date. He may search boyfriend o urban dictionary and be glad he's alone to do so. He's blushing and grinning, better understanding that David was laying quite a claim to him.
Still, it's getting late, and fatigue comes, and he knows his mind will just be replaying the evening nonstop for the next few days. He checks his phone before bed, getting David's text. He is giddy, euphoric even, as sleep takes him. ]