Diamonds and rust

Drakien Lusk · 01-10-2012, 04:54 PM

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Moving slowly through the ruins of the dead city, Drakien felt shudders running up and down his spine. It was one thing to pass through places like this with more of his own kind, knowing that anything that sneaked up on him would only be a friend or a family member. Now, alone with only himself for company, he couldn't help but realize how...haunted this place was. He understood, now, how his second--third?--his other family couldn't bear to come near this place. Except, perhaps, for Cai, who seemed to care for little aside from the shiny things to be found around his home.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts, Drakien slid off Breixo's back and poked through the wreckage. Half the buildings seemed to be deteriorating, and the other half seemed to have never been safe enough to enter in the first place. Frowning thoughtfully, he moved forward and lifting a metal pipe off the street, using it to rummage without actually touching anything. He'd see if there was anything salvageable in this city, he supposed; and if not, he'd move on.

A smile came across his face as he remembered doing this in Europe, in the middle of the night, with others in his troop--and here he was, in broad daylight, doing the same thing. It had seemed like such an adventure then, when they did everything in secrecy, and now...well, now it had had all the fun sucked out of it. He supposed sunlight would do that to your adventures; he'd have to remember to come back, if he found any oil lamps, to do this again after the sun went down.

Sebastian · 01-10-2012, 05:41 PM

Sebastian was once again coming back for wine. He was planning to build up quite a supply for Casa di Cavalieri for three purposes: to sell, get drunk on, and get people he intended to sleep with a little tipsy. He had one empty satchel, his bow and quiver of arrows, and a pair of jeans. Sure, it was a lot of work to carry the wine back to Casa di Cavalieri, and progress would be much faster with a horse and a caravan; but horses still scared him.

Sebastian trekked down the road, heading south from Casa. The place was close. The sun shone coldly. Sebastian was heading in the right direction before he turned a corner, paused, and stared. There was a massive horse and a flash of psychedelic colour before the colourful thing disappeared into a wrecked house. The Italian stared, wondering what the hell the brightly coloured Thing was, and headed towards the horse.

The beast swung its head around suddenly, letting out a loud snort that made Sebastian backtrack immediately, slowly taking out his bow and a single arrow. He didn't notch it quite yet, but seriously. Those things freaked him out.

Drakien Lusk · 01-10-2012, 06:25 PM

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Breixo began making noise before he could truly begin his search, and Drakien poked his head out to see what all the commotion was. The horse was, to put it simply, freaking out, tossing his head wildly and stamping his feet. Drakien looked around worriedly, and then saw the Luperci, eyeing his horse and holding a bow and an arrow. He didn't doubt that the man could kill Breixo, should he want to, but Drakien's first thought wasn't attacking and wrenching the weapons out of his hands, as it might have been any other day. It was quite clear Breixo recognized the intent as well, and the normally calm horse was terrified.

"Breixo! Uspokoĭsya!" He yelled, and ran forward to grab hold of his steed, taking, perhaps, unfair advantage of the nose ring in Breixo's muzzle as he twisted it. The pain soon overcame the fear, and the animal calmed, lowering his head and then finally his body as he collapsed on the ground, rolling over onto his side and breathing heavily. Drakien released the ring and murmured soothing, nonsensical words, completely ignoring the one who'd been so threatening. Perhaps not the best move on his part, but for the moment, Breixo was the important one.

Sebastian · 01-11-2012, 01:11 PM

The horse started going crazy as Sebastian backed away. Snorting, stamping its massive hooves, whinnying loudly, flinging its head around and looking as though it might charge and flatten him at any moment. Thankfully, some stupidly brave wolf emerged from a ruined house, still clad in his psychedelic cloak, and spoke some foreign language as he single-handedly subdued the crazed horse with little apparent effort.

Sebastian stared, shocked at this man's bravery. Even if he did have a crazily coloured cloak that reminded Sebastian of the gypsies who had often passed through Sabini. His voice was guttural, made even more so by the harsh language; Russian, perhaps? Maybe German? Likely Russian. The male stood taller than Sebastian, as most did, with silvery fur and a silvery mane, both shot through with streaks of reddish-brown and black. Earrings, beads and feathers also decorated his head. Brown pants of an unfamiliar material and a white shirt. He made Sebastian feel underdressed; the Italian wore only a single small golden hoop earring and a pair of jeans so faded they were almost white.

Sebastian put his quiver away and returned the arrow to the quiver, looking somewhat uncertain. Still, he was interested. A handsome, muscular, well-dressed man who could take down a panicking horse with ease. What else could one ask for?

"Is your horse alright?" he asked awkwardly, taking a hesitant step forward. He was still a safe distance away, ready to bolt or shoot if the stranger proved to be violent.

Drakien Lusk · 01-11-2012, 02:19 PM

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Taking down a panicking horse was no easy task, but the piercing through the nose that the gypsies had done for him made it much easier, especially as Breixo was so large. He lay hands on the trembling sides, looking for any injuries--other than those he'd inflicted, as the nose was quite red and angry--and found none. After a moment, he looked up, and saw that the stranger had put his arrow away and seemed to be concerned.

At his question, Drakien nodded, and folded his legs neatly beneath him, removing his cloak and pulling it over Breixo's stomach. "Yes, he is fine." After a moment of making sure of that fact, Drakien lifted himself off the ground, brushing his pants off and glancing at Breixo, who remained on the ground, looking as though Drakien still had him pinned there. "Perhaps a bit too quickly he reacts." He added, and turned to observe the stranger.

He spoke with a distinct Italian accent, and was mostly bi-colored, rather short--at least shorter than Drakien, though he supposed that might be about medium or average height around these parts. He carried a seemingly empty bag along with his quiver and bow, and wore only a pair of faded off-white jeans. Drakien offered a little nod of his head, his face a bit tight as he looked down at Breixo with a little frown. "I am sincerely apologetic if he provoked you, stranger." He added, as his companion was known to be rather off-putting; and he didn't see a reason someone would pull a weapon on an animal, least of all a horse which could belong to someone, if it hadn't provoked them in some way.

Unless they planned to eat it, in which case Drakien was probably being less aggressive than he should be.

Sebastian · 01-14-2012, 05:55 PM

The horse stayed still as it lay on its side, now with a blanket covering it as the owner put his incredibly colourful cloak over it, revealing his muscle to Sebastian. Now with a proper chance to ogle the fellow foreigner, he was almost pleased that the horse had had a minor fit. The silvery Luperci had a damn nice body, and an impressively guttural voice too. Rough and low, with a nice husky quality and quite an attractive accent. Most likely Russian. His English was heavily accented, but aside from one small slip-up, he seemed almost completely fluent.

Sebastian made an effort to control his accent, aware that a pair of foreign speakers who only had one language in common could make communication rather difficult. The Italian started a slow walk towards the Russian as he spoke, stopping before the taller male and bowing deeply. It was both in a gesture of contrition and an excuse to get a good look at his new acquaintance's crotch and muscular abdomen.

"It is my fault, Messere," he demurred softly. "He simply startled me, and I was too quick to draw my weapon. Please accept my sincere apologies." Sebastian raised his head but kept his spine horizontal, giving the attractive Russian an apologetic smile.

Normally, he wouldn't be quite so contrite, but it was a different story when he found the person he'd caused trouble for so attractive. Yes, Sebastian was shallow at times, but at least he was kind.

Drakien Lusk · 01-14-2012, 08:52 PM

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The stranger came closer as he spoke, and Drakien eyed him curiously at the odd change in tone, shrugging off the apology with a little wave of his hand. "No, no, no apologies!" He shook his head, offering a warmer grin and waving his hand about. "Is past now, focus on future." Breixo let out an irritated snort at that, but Drakien thought the horse was only a little too dramatic, and merely turned his head away, studying his canine comrade. His accent was well hidden, but Drakien could still recognize it; Italian, he thought. He remembered passing through the country a few times, though he'd never learned the language--hadn't learned any languages, really, other than Romane and English.

Shaking off the sleepy train of thought, he performed a little bow of his own, though he straightened almost immediately and hoped that would encourage the other to do the same. "I am Drakien." He introduced, and then glanced about, wondering if the other had any company. After a moment of seeing no one, he added, just to be safe, "I have seen ghost cities like this before. My people scavenge often for wares to trade." With a little smile and a sparkle in his eyes, he looked back to the stranger and continued, "I am hoping I did not intrude on pack territory? I was only curious."

Curious about what valuables could be salvaged, of course, but if this place was claimed and he'd trespassed, they didn't need to know he'd intended to rob them, as well. Then again, he'd smelled no territory borders, so he couldn't be sure--maybe they marked things differently than they did back home.

Sebastian · 01-16-2012, 04:26 PM

Sebastian rose from his bow as the multicolored Luperci did likewise, still smiling gently at the handsome male. These lands were simply flooded with attractive men, weren't they? Sebastian was certainly having a much better time in the Western continent than he ever had in Sabini. Primarily, the people were much nicer. And charming. And in the case of this particular man, braver. Few men in Sabini would dare to confront a horse unless they were trained or owned the horse. Though this man undeniably had both, no-one at home had felled the horse so easily.

Then again, few had possessed the spark of brilliance that had allowed them to pierce the horse's nose (God knew how the hell that had been managed) and take it down that way. Sebastian was aware that his thoughts were meandering in pointless circles, but he refused to interrupt the thoughts that contained such important details like Wow, he's hot and Jeez, he's strong and Drakien is such a sexy name. The Italian was shallow at first. When he saw someone he liked the look of, he generally drooled over that person for the next few minutes. Literally, in some cases.

"Your people?" Sebastian asked airily, glancing around to peer into the ruined house. "No, you haven't trespassed. I'm the only one in this city as far as I know, and I'll be moving out soon enough." He flashed a wry smile. "The only things I've found worth anything are a few blankets and quite a lot of wine, but maybe you'll get lucky. I have not checked most of the houses." Sebastian shifted his gaze back to Drakien, looking him up and down unashamedly.

"Have you found anything?"

Drakien Lusk · 01-17-2012, 05:58 PM

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As the stranger turned back to looking around, Drakien did the same, walking over to pick up the pipe he'd dropped and beginning to poke around again. At the airy question, he shrugged, waving a hand in the air absently. "The Romani; gypsies." He added, and then paused as the pipe let out the clanging sound of metal hitting metal. He bent to pick it up, and found a shining silver ring, which he slipped into a pocket. Jewelry always made a pretty penny, especially if you knew what it was worth, and Drakien knew enough about metal to be able to examine it later and see.

He smiled at the stranger's reassurance, turning to look at him. "Ah, good. Trespassing often leads to fate worse than death, no?" He chuckled, and then paused, frowning thoughtfully at the others' admission. "I am finding few things. Shiny silver, glittering gold. Often good for trade, especially good with women." He added, and then used the pipe to shift through what looked to be a bit of collapsed roof. There was very little there, he had to admit, and moved further into the house, picking things off what few shelves hadn't rotted and collapsed to study.

He was oblivious to, or perhaps ignoring, the unabashed way the other was staring at him; but after finding very little he could use, trade, or refurbish, he turned with a little smile and said hopefully, "You mentioned wine?"

Drakien wasn't an alcoholic. He didn't drink unless he had someone to drink with, but after that....well, everything got a bit blurry after that.

Sebastian · 01-20-2012, 06:08 PM

Sebastian had heard of gypsies, though he had never heard the term Romani before. Still, he preferred that word. Gypsy tended to remind him of scantily clad brunette women from Egypt, wearing bandanas and flimsy clothing with golden loops in their ears. Romani put him in mind of this rugged traveller right in front of him. He might have more jewellery than the typical male, but no one would dare to call him feminine. The Italian peered over Drakien's shoulder as he poked around with a pipe, raising his eyebrows in an impressed fashion as the Romani found a silver ring in surprisingly good condition.

He shrugged lazily at Drakien's comment on trespassing. He was unfamiliar with how trespassers were punished with a fate worse than death; slavery, maybe, or being crippled and left to starve. Still, at least with those punishments, at least one had a chance of survival. "Perhaps," he said lazily. "Depending on your imagination."

Sebastian leaned against a reasonably stable wall. "Women do love their jewellery. You're quite skilled to find such valuables, especially in such good condition. I usually trade my art." Not that Drakien would likely be interested. Sebastian had no want for jewellery, except something small like another earring or a necklace.

Still, at least the sexily-voiced Romani seemed interested in continuing their conversation. "Oh, yes," he promised, a glitter in his eyes as he crossed his black arms over his muscular, snowy chest. A light smirk was on Sebastian's muzzle as he tilted his head. "Quite a lot, an entire cellar full of it. If you'd like, I'm sure we could share a glass?" And then, naturally, Sebastian would make his best attempt to seduce the rugged Romani.

Drakien Lusk · 01-20-2012, 07:03 PM

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When Drakien's thoughts traveled along the lines of punishments, he considered what the members of his caravan would do to trespassers, thieves, and other ne'er do-wells. He himself had nearly suffered greatly at their hands, that night they'd found him stowed away in the back of their wagons; they would have cut off his hands, had Baba not taken a liking to him and saved him from such a fate. He often thought he had the devil's luck thanks to that incident, but it had yet to reappear in any useful way.

Drakien raised his brows, turning to look at Sebastian with a little smile. "Human jewelry last long time." He admitted, and shrugged, seeing nothing special in being able to find the better pieces of this bit. As long as it was made well, it would continue to last; but he was more interested in the second half of what had been said. "You are artist?" He was a great fan of the arts, being a sometimes musician himself, and part of the sindhi in the caravan; he appreciated anyone with talent, especially those he didn't have. "I am musician, myself. Once performed for food during winter." He added somewhat proudly, and then abandoned his search, finding nothing truly useful besides the one silver ring.

Drakien's brows rose and he tilted his head, somewhat surprised to hear that. An entire cellar full of wine; it was almost too good to be true. Smiling grandly, he moved back out of the house, gesturing for Sebastian to lead the way. "I would very much like this, yes." He agreed readily, his eyes shining with his eagerness. He'd rarely had the chance to taste wine; it was mostly the stronger, less refined alcohols he drank. Still, it was never too late to try something new.

Sebastian · 01-20-2012, 07:25 PM

Sebastian nodded sagely. Human jewellery did tend to last, but it also became tarnished and dull. Sebastian had found little of value in Halifax, but that was mainly because he hadn't bothered looking. He had never had any special interest in jewellery, as he had other ways of getting money. Besides, the cellar of wine had been a much better asset to him than all the jewels in Halifax.

"Indeed," he smiled, pleased. He always enjoyed meeting fellow artisans, especially fellow painters. Musicians, however, were masters of a wholly different art form entirely. Aside from plucking a few lyre and guitar strings, as well as tapping tunes out on an ancient piano, Sebastian's only talent in music was his voice. Which was admittedly pretty good, but playing instruments had been difficult for him. "I paint and draw. Anything visual." Sebastian's eyes ran over Drakien's fine form once again. "What instruments do you play, Drakien?"

The smile grew wider as Drakien agreed to his offer. The Italian glanced back outside, looking with some apprehension at the massive horse still lying peacefully on its side. Despite his fear of the beasts, he felt some sympathy. The horse was probably cold.

"Eccellente," he said warmly, turning and flicking his tail. "It is quite close; just a little north of here. Will you be bringing your horse?" he finished with a question, glancing between horse and Luperci. Whatever the answer, Sebastian soon set off up the street with Drakien by his side.

Drakien Lusk · 01-20-2012, 08:54 PM

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Drakien shrugged again at Sebastian's question, waving his hand in the air with a little smile. "This and that. Mostly lute, sometimes pipe and violin." He'd learned all the instruments fairly well, and could play nearly anything decently enough to stand in for another musician of the caravan. He preferred his lute, though, and rarely--if ever--varied from the three he could play a bit better than "decent."

They began heading up the road, Drakien only pausing when Sebastian asked after Breixo. The Russian gypsy glanced over at his faithful friend, seeing that the horse had calmed considerably but remained where Drakien had left him, lying on his side and breathing slowly. He looked somewhat cold, but he had his riding blanket as well as Drakien's cloak, so the male felt comfortable enough leaving him there.

"Breixo will be fine on his own." Drakien promised, and straightened his white shirt, murmuring a quiet command to Breixo to stay where he was before following Sebastian up the road to the wine cellar. Drakien found it very hard not to rub his hands together and cackle gleefully as he did so, but somehow he managed.

Sebastian · 01-21-2012, 08:55 AM

Sebastian set up the road at a fairly fast walk, letting his hips sway only slightly. He stayed slightly ahead of the Romani, perhaps slightly closer to him than strictly necessary. He didn't speak much aside from pointing out several landmarks that they passed, such as the apartment block that had been burnt to a crisp and the school that had a massive oak tree growing out through the roof. Naturally, Sebastian also kept himself alert. Trying to seduce a stranger was all very well, but he'd gotten bruises before when he'd misjudged how frightened some men got when another man started hitting on them.

Still, he didn't get any bad vibes from Drakien. Only wine, a cosy cellar and some unnecessary touching would tell for sure.

They reached the house within ten minutes. It was in good condition, all things considered. The roof and walls were intact, and the floor was completely solid and secure. At least, it hadn't dropped into the cellar yet.

Sebastian entered the house like he owned the place and bent over very deliberately to lift up a small rug and open the trapdoor that led down to the cellar. The electricity-box had stopped working, so the Italian didn't bother flipping the switch. During one of his many trips to the cellar from Casa di Cavalieri, he'd brought matches and candles back to Halifax and left them on the stairs and down by the base.

He lit a candle with no trouble and smirked at the Romani. "My apologies for the darkness," he said cheerfully, not sounding sorry at all. "There are more candles down here." Without any more ado, Sebastian padded down the creaky wooden steps.

He reached the base and lit several candles he'd arranged around the small part of the cellar he'd dared to explore. Three on the ground, four on the wine racks. By the time Sebastian blew out the candle he had carried down with him, the pair of foreigners had plenty of illumination.

Sebastian picked up a bottle at random and swiftly twisted the cork off with his ever-present corkscrew. It was obvious that he had spent plenty of time in this little cave. Even more so when he picked a wine glass up off the floor and offered a generous measure to Drakien.

At last, Sebastian flopped onto the frayed bean bag he had carried down and stretched out luxuriously. The artisan poured some wine for himself and took a deep drink, placing the bottle between the couch cushion that Light had carried down and the bean bag that he was currently sprawled over.

"Have a seat," he offered, shifting a little lower on his bean bag so that he could rest his head. "Are you pleased?"

Drakien Lusk · 01-23-2012, 04:25 AM

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Drakien kept one eye on the scenery and the other on the figure walking just in front of him, a little smirk pulling at his lips as he couldn't help but watch the other man's swaying hips. He was still quite oblivious to Sebastian's plans to attempt seduction, but if he were honest with himself the Italian wasn't a bad looking wolf. He rather liked redheads, actually, even if he tended to prefer them a bit curvier. Still, it was nice to look; and if things happened, he didn't think he'd regret them.

If he remembered them at all. They were going to be drinking, and though Drakien could hold his liquor, the morning after usually left him a bit fuzzy-headed.

They reached the house in short time, and Drakien looked about appreciatively, raising a brow at the cleverly hidden door to the cellar. He would have to remember to look for those trap doors when he went scavenging from now on; though he'd just been shown what most of those rooms were most likely used for, he didn't want to take any of the wine in this cellar, as that would be robbing his new-found companion. And Sebastian had done nothing to deserve that; Drakien had enough morals to be picky about who he stole from. For now, at least.

As they went down into the cellar and Sebastian went about lighting candles, apologizing somewhat cheerfully, Drakien took in how comfortable the room had been made. "It is no trouble," He said, and took the offered seat, plopping down on the couch cushion and folding his legs beneath him with a little grin. "I work best in darkness, anyway."

As the glass was offered to him, filled rather generously, he took a careful sniff of its contents, trying to identify exactly how much alcohol was in the wine. It didn't smell as strongly as his Moonshine, so he took a cautious sip, and then hummed delightedly at the taste and drained half the glass. "Very much so," He said, leaning forward as he couldn't lean back and resting an elbow on his knee. The alcohol was kicking in already, though much more slowly, giving him a sort of warmth in his belly as he swirled the rest of the wine idly. "It is good wine."

Sebastian · 01-23-2012, 04:11 PM

Sebastian chuckled loudly as Drakien spoke. Well, he worked best in the darkness too, didn't he? Many men would certainly say so, though it was likely that the rugged Romani meant something completely different. The Italian surveyed Drakien over the rim of his wineglass, salmon-pink tongue flashing out to take a small sip of the bittersweet liquid. Still, one could hope that Drakien was a bit more... What was the word? Assertive? Surely the wine hadn't gotten to his head that quickly. Sebastian flicked his glossy ears. Perhaps he was just tired.

Or distracted, as his new acquaintance praised the wine. Abruptly, Sebastian noticed that it must be rather uncomfortable for Drakien to sit on the cushion unless it was propped against something that could support his back. Sebastian took a large gulp of wine, some stray drops staining his muzzle pink as he did so.

"Good," he smiled. "But how about we move that cushion and put in front of this?" The Italian brought a black-furred hand down on the bean bag and grinned at his tall companion, showing off his bright white teeth in a sharp smile. "That way we can both sit in comfort." Sebastian blinked innocently. Though their legs would dangle over onto the wooden floor (especially Drakien's), it would be much more comfortable for them both. They could both lie down and rest their heads while keeping themselves in relative comfort and Sebastian would get an opportunity for some unnecessary touching.

It simply wasn't fair to him. A big, muscular, attractive man was sitting right next to him, but Sebastian needed some kind of pretext before he could get his hands on Drakien. Of course, the silvery male might be too shy or reserved to accept his offer, so Sebastian might need to get creative. He poured some more wine into Drakien's glass in a companionable gesture, keeping a constant faint smile on his face.

Drakien Lusk · 01-24-2012, 09:02 PM

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Their thoughts did in fact run on tracks facing opposite directions, as Drakien was thinking of all the scavenging, dancing and drinking he'd done in the nighttime hours over his months of life, and though that had occasionally lead to something more, he didn't think overly much on those nights. Despite his rugged outward appearance and the admittedly cutthroat group he'd grown up with, Drakien had retained a more gentlemanly air about himself; not the kind to kiss and tell, as it were.

At Sebastian's suggestion, he blinked, and then grinned back, nodding his agreement. He was actually somewhat surprised--and mildly impressed--the other male had noticed his minor discomfort at all, and looked at him curiously as he rose and kicked the cushion over into a more comfortable position, dropping back into his seat and somehow managing not to spill any wine on himself as he leaned back against the beanbag. He could faintly feel the other male's fur brushing against the back of his head, and he mused that if he leaned back much farther his head would end up on Sebastian's chest.

He couldn't help but wonder for a moment if the smaller male would mind.

"Thank you, this much more comfortable." He said, and held the glass still as it was refilled, stretching his legs out and taking another careful sip. The liquid was bittersweet, and he couldn't help but compare it to the Moonshine he was used to. Fancier, he supposed, without as strong a kick as he was used to; but it coiled quite nicely in his belly, lighting a warm fire that he wouldn't mind stoking for a while longer.

Sebastian · 01-26-2012, 01:41 PM

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Sebastian smiled as the Romani rearranged himself, sprawling over his cushion and the comfy bean bag. He didn't put it down next to the Italian, as he had hoped- they would have had to be just a little too close together for Drakien to consider that, he supposed. As in, Sebastian would have had to have been pretty much lying on top of the silvery Russian. Still, they were close enough so that the artisan didn't have much cause for complaint. Sebastian took another long drink of the wine, saffron eyes running appreciatively down Drakien's muscular torso. At least he was free to ogle the sexy scavenger without much fear of getting caught.

You're welcome, he said airily, shifting slightly closer to the Romani. He had to test the boundaries a bit, after all. Under the pretence of squirming a little higher up on the bean bag, the side of his chest almost touched the top of Drakien's head. The Italian propped himself up on one elbow, scratching his chest idly with the other. He mimicked the posture with his legs, keeping one out flat and the other propped up. Another long drink drained a third of his glass.

"So, Drakien," he said cheerfully, looking down at the Romani with a smirk. "Where are you from originally?" Polite conversation was always a good start.

Drakien Lusk · 01-28-2012, 01:09 AM

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Drakien felt Sebastian moving about behind him, and when he finally came to rest, there was the distinct feeling of the man's chest resting just beneath his still-raised head. That was a bit too obvious an invitation, really, and Drakien thought little of sprawling out more deeply across the cushion, his spine curling awkwardly against the side of the beanbag as he leaned his head back and gently rested it against Sebastian's lithely muscled chest. He was, luckily, still mostly upright, which allowed him to take another careful sip of his drink, lapping up as much as he could before letting out a long sigh.

The question was an unexpected one, and the Russian gypsy couldn't help but shrug a bit, taking another long drink of wine before he answered. "I come originally from Mother Russia. Far north, among the...more savage of her people." He admitted, recalling rather disdainfully his very own family and how little he'd wanted to do with them, in the end. "But I am one of her children, no longer." He added, and eyed the rest of his glass, wondering how many etiquette codes he'd be breaking if he simply drained it. In the end, he decided he didn't care, and soon enough the wine was gone.

He rested there with his head against Sebastian's chest for another moment before he turned slightly, moving more his eyes than his head, and raised a brow. "And you, prieten? Where is it you call home?" He asked curiously, tilting an ear in such a way as it might tickle the other man's fur a little.

Only out of curiosity, of course. He wasn't flirting. Probably.

Sebastian · 01-28-2012, 10:46 AM

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Sebastian was pleased when Drakien rested his head on his snowy-white chest. Either the Romani was extremely friendly, or he understood the signals that Sebastian was beaming at him. Either way, the warm weight on his chest was comfortable. It took a conscious effort for the younger man to not move too fast before Drakien answered his question. His rumbling, guttural, accented voice was extremely attractive to the Italian. As were the words themselves. Sebastian poured another measure into Drakien's glass as he drained it, taking a more refined sip from his own.

He liked the name the silvery male offered him, too. It almost sounded like pretty.

Sebastian grinned invitingly, daring to move a black-furred hand downwards and rest it on Drakien's chest. He let out a low chuckle as the Russian's ear tickled him a little, squirming back from it slightly. I'm ticklish, he explained, aware that he might regret telling the Romani that later. Sebastian was extremely ticklish. When he wasn't having sex, a glancing touch on one of his ticklish spots was enough to send him into near-asphyxiation with laughter.

His voice become lower, smoother, his accent picking up a slightly. Well, amico bello, I hail from Italy. South of Russia, I believe. Perhaps the most civilised nation in the world. Sebastian gently scratched Drakien's chest. His head lowered a little, closer to the Russian's head. I have always had a fascination with the more... savage cultures of our kind. His muzzle dipped lower, murmuring into Drakien's ear, his breath hot.

Curious to see if I can tame them. His tongue rasped out, tracing the edge of the ear. Curious to see how wild they truly are. Sebastian's hand slipped to Drakien's abdomen, a little wary of the consequences of he was going too fast. Which he probably was, as their "polite conversation" had lasted all of two questions.

Can you show me your wild side, Drakien?

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