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Byerly Vlad Rutyer ([personal profile] bouchonne) wrote2020-10-03 12:55 pm
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contact part deux

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-05 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien grins before he throws it, and while he throws it, and after it’s stuck wetly and pulpily to his cheek.

But he doesn’t laugh, and once he’s peeled the lemon off and dropped it into his own cup, the grin goes away. ]


They are going to be harder on you than I was.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-05 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
How are you going to handle it?
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action, in denerim just after the landsmeet.

[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-27 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once they've done what they can to acquire information and the choice of what to do about it is fully in the Queen's reportedly capable hands, Bastien does what surely anyone would do after several days of sharing a bedroom with his lover and four of his lover's subordinates and never having a moment alone there or anywhere:

He catches Byerly by the shoulders outside their inn, on their last evening in Denerim, and hauls him into the adjacent alley's shadows to kiss. It's a long, thorough, collar-gripping, ass-grabbing kind of kiss, but it does have an end, because he's not about to have public sex just outside the inn that's hosting all of their colleagues, in a country not known for being libertine.

So he stops. He loosens his grip on By's clothing and pats it flat. He sniffles; it's cold. ]


Hello.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-29 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe Bastien would be sorry if he weren't the one who just got desperate enough to drag Byerly into an alley to make out. But he is, so: now they're even, and he's all smugness and mischief about it. ]

Only a little.

[ He taps his nose against By's. It nearly turns into further kissing, but catches himself and leans his head back an inch. ]

Maybe you should distract me.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ouais.

[ Because his hand is already on Byerly's butt, that's the location of his chiding pinch. Nothing to be ironic about. ]

Or—no. A tour of stories. Show me where some things from your life happened. Fine or not.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-29 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien's middle twitches—that is not distracting—but his face is unmoved, eyes narrowing. Half playful, half serious— ]

That is an absurd thing to ask me to promise.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-29 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[ All the care of a bard who used to make all sorts of verbal agreements he'd be risking his life to break afterwards goes into, ]

I promise to be more glad to know more of you than sad about what I know, and if there is some sadness mixed in, all it will do is make me hold onto you a little tighter sometimes. Not despair or regret knowing. Deal?
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-04-29 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ After that nuzzling, it is perhaps entirely unforgivable that Bastien spits in his own palm for real, not pretend, and snatches By’s hand for a slimy shake.

Or perhaps entirely forgivable, given all the spit they’ve swapped already.

Bastien drags Byerly back out into the street by their clasped hands. Then he lets go as naturally as if he were just not much of a hand-holder, rather than someone avoiding it in a place it’s a more unusual sight, in their specific circumstances. ]


Where first?
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[personal profile] dastardly 2023-06-28 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Josias, sweet and earnest, apparently misses the unspoken prompt to leave - if not the office, then at least Byerly's immediate presence. He trails after him to his desk, instead, lingering awkwardly beside it before offering:

"Then we both stop. There is evening still. Ah, young?"

A look for confirmation, this phrase he's apparently only recently learnt, as confident in it as the rest of his Trade: not much.
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[personal profile] dastardly 2023-07-01 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A thoroughly focussed frown as he absorbs this correction, complete with a soft muttered repeat of evenings cannot be young to fully bed it in. There is very much the impression that he'll still get it wrong next time, though.

"Ah, well, working," he answers, though for once with a look of self-awareness at how the answer fits in this discussion and situation they've both been caught in. "But otherwise, reading. Walking. But that is not as good here, I get lost."

A glance at Benedict's empty desk, there, a touch of colour climbing his cheeks. He pulls his attention back to Byerly. "Is that what you do? Gamble and dance?"
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[personal profile] dastardly 2023-07-03 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"A bookkeeper gambling is not for trusting."

He looks mildly horrified at the idea. Also probably the idea of dancing, too, seeing as he doesn't mention it at all. Instead, further diversion, focussing on Byerly's tone - to a level probably not so usual for Josias. Subtle reactions and glances don't tend to be things he picks up on, but here, now, a little flexibility must be applied. His true, hungry curiosity for Byerly's poor mood hasn't yet been sated.

"You used to because you aren't young, or because you're ambassador?" he asks, still with that regular earnestness, awkwardly oblivious to the potential insult couched in the question.
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action. it's been 1000 years.

[personal profile] cozen 2023-07-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien returns from his (and several other people's) misadventure at sea leaner, tanner, and stubblier than when he left—but otherwise fine. Nary a scratch. A bath, some kisses and sleepy mumbling, and then he invites himself to Byerly's more comfortable bed and passes out asleep for something like fifteen hours.

Presumptuously assuming that Byerly gets any sleep himself in that time frame, whenever he rouses, Bastien is awake and watching him. Which is unusual. Not the awake part; it'd be difficult not to be an earlier riser than Byerly. But he's too much of an energetic morning person to spend a lot of time lying in bed just staring at someone, so more often when Byerly wakes up he's already gotten any necessary minutes of affectionate gazing upon By's precious sleeping face out of his system and is reading or working with a writing board propped on his knees or has gotten out of bed altogether.

His faint smile stretches a little wider when By's eyes are open. ]


My last dream was about you.
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[personal profile] cozen 2023-07-16 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The petting makes Bastien's eyes close again, but they open again at the stubble-tug. ]

Swimming.

[ Why Bastien would be having dreams about the water right now is a mystery, surely. ]

I was in a boat, and you were swimming. You kept going so deep down I couldn't see you anymore, and I would start to worry, but then you would come shooting up like a dolphin and give me something from below. Rocks and seaweed, I think? But I was very pleased to have them.