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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 2021-05-28 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh.

[ He sounds more comfortable than salacious—but still equally intrigued. ]

The kind with murders? Or the kind where you are not invited to weddings?
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-28 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A coquettish aunt for Monsieur le Coquin. Bastien might be charmed, to finally hear tell of a relative that makes Byerly sound less like a solitary outcast among his own family, if she hadn’t died for it. ]

In Ferelden?

[ Must be. Of course people kill for jealousy in Orlais, but among the nobility they usually have to invent some other excuse, like irritation or boredom, so as not to seem unfashionable. ]

Your father’s sister?
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-28 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien makes a heh sound that’s more acknowledgment than laugh, hesitates, and asks, ]

Is that why your father was such a monster to you, you think?
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-28 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien’s shrug is small enough it would have to be felt, not seen. ]

If his sister got herself killed for sleeping around, as he sees it, and his brother came along behind her to carry on with her killer… I can see how it might give a man some fucked-up ideas. About what happens when you are promiscuous, you know. About what sort of people men who sleep with men must be.
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-28 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe not, then. Maybe he—

[ Maybe Byerly’s beast of a father doesn’t have to be made sense of. He stops himself, and he twists his head around instead, forehead resting near Byerly’s ear. ]

It wouldn’t excuse him, anyway. Nothing would.
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-28 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien watches his hands. The half-dozen messages he might take away from them, if Byerly were a bard, jumble together. Like hearing a voice too muffled to decipher except for a syllable here and there. ]

This feud sounds very lopsided.

[ He holds his free hand out, palm up in offering, near Byerly’s busy fingers. ]
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-29 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien drags By’s captured hand onto his thigh, where he presses it to rest palm-up so he can trace it with his fingertips. Around the base of the palm, up and down each long finger, and around again from the beginning. There are no hidden bardic messages in his own fingers. ]

Bits?
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-30 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ His fingers pause on their journey around Byerly’s hand while he angles a look up, his serious contemplation on hold for just a moment. ]

What about painting your name on the sides of their cattle in the dead of night?
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-30 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes letting someone know you could have done worse and chose not to is very effective.

[ He’s pleased, to have earned a laugh in the midst of all this seriousness, and some of that lingers on his face while he returns to business and hand-tracing. ]

Have you encountered them since you left home? I suppose it would be hoping too much for some people to like you more because of it.
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-30 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a little sigh, like it’s tragic, even though he’s still smiling: ]

You will have to settle for being taken in as our own.
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-31 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ He traces a spiral on Byerly’s palm. He can’t help noticing the nervousness. He can’t help wondering if it means he’s overstepping—again—and should ease back. But he can push through the thought and still say what he means, without stalling for time or trying to manage the outcome, and be confident that even if he is overstepping Byerly will give him time to make up for it, and that’s something. ]

Your own clan of misfits and runaways who love you very much. [ Himself, of course, but Alexandrie and Sidony too. ] Even your unseemly honorable bits.
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[personal profile] cozen 2021-05-31 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien looks at By's face while By looks at his hand. He's well past the point of memorization. He used to sneak it in during glances up from letters or reports. More recently he's had mornings. Not all that many of them, but a few, when there were no scheduled meetings or pressing matters or restless, busy moods to prevent Bastien from holding very still and keeping very quiet for a little while to watch him sleep.

Other lovers—because there have been others, some of them lasting a year or more, even if the shallowness of feeling makes lover a misleading label—he'd have felt finished looking at, around now. Stories that were only as good as their twists and unresolved questions, without any humor or elegant phrasing or varying interpretations to reward revisiting them.

But he's as fascinated by the length of Byerly's eyelashes as he was a year ago.

And then he's grinning. ]


I am not getting a tattoo.

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