contact part deux

[bouchonne]

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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[cozen]

[ For a moment Bastien’s quiet, about that. Not bothered, precisely. But confronted by how unlikely a thing it is, in the context of history and bloodlines and the whole of the noble class, for Byerly to have turned out the way he did. How fucking weird and wonderful it is that he’s the person Bastien trusts most in the world instead of among those he trusts the least.

He expresses that thought with a firm, probably-cryptic kiss on By’s cheek.

Then, dryly: ] Probably to them it was just another Wednesday.

[ Chevaliers suck. ]

But it is possible. He could have been Tevinter, too—how would we know? How can we ever know, when strangers come?

[bouchonne]

[ By pulls back to look at Bastien, surprised and pleased to get that sign of affection. What a strange sort of man his paramour is, truly. Upon hearing something dreadful, something that should make him turn cold, he finds something to treasure, instead. And not in the way of the people By used to associate with - not where he finds pleasure in nastiness because it means there's a kindred spirit in there - but because he pushes past the awfulness and sees the good intentions underneath. It's bloody strange, is what it is, and frightening in its way. But it's...nice.

He caresses Bastien's cheek briefly, looking into his eyes with unspoken adoration, before rolling his neck back so he can look at the ceiling once more. ]

Torture them soon as they show up? This place probably still has the equipment packed away somewhere in the cellar.

[cozen]

Ah, you think so?

[ He doesn’t fluster, as a rule. But the gazing and caressing have made him blush—something he’s good enough to fake, when needed, but has never been good enough to prevent—and he’s only looking at Byerly instead of casually away because Byerly has already done it for both of them. ]

I suppose scaring all of the new recruits away on their first day is one way to prevent any new spies.

[bouchonne]

Which'll be perfect, because after a few hours of torture, they'll all confess to being spies.

[ He grins upwards. ]

A hundred percent capture rate. Well done us.

[cozen]

Heroes of Thedas.

[ He takes the open opportunity to stroke his fingertips down Byerly’s exposed neck, in a way meant to be more soothing than amorous, even though it can’t actually help. Poor throat. ]

What about hiring all of Flint’s crew as guards? We could put one on every floor.

[ This is an idea just as horrible as automatic torture, he’s fairly sure. ]

[bouchonne]

Oh. You're going to make me randy, doing that.

[ You can't just stroke your fingertips down someone's neck and not have it be a little amorous. ]

But it's an intriguing idea. I can tell you, as someone who's regularly menaced by a pirate, it's quite charming.

[cozen]

[ Bastien does it again more slowly, hooks his fingers into the collar of Byerly’s shirt for a light tug—all teasing. He’s convalescing. ]

When you put it like that, it sounds like it might distract some of us from our work.

[bouchonne]

Hm. In which case, Gideon will have won. Terrible.

[ A pinch to one of Bastien's love handles. Stop that. ]

[cozen]

The second-worst possible outcome, [ Bastien agrees through a little laugh from the pinch.

He stops, though, hand reaching around to take what’s left of Byerly’s drink away and set it on the floor so there’s nothing to spill when Bastien starts shifting and encouraging Byerly to lie against his chest, trying to make good on his pledge to hold everything but his feet. ]