Luceti | Appointments

[z_jay]

This post is intended for anything that one could want to RP with Eugene.  Nothing fancy here, just a date, type, and place where you'd like to meet up with him and we'll go from there.  The only limit here is the imagination.

Stay safe out there!

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forgot the TW warning for language

[relictusdeus]

[To the optimistic suggestion he can only offer a tart little half-smile. One that suggests that he might have been able to savour this moment for what it was without thought of the emptiness that would follow the coming day if he felt a zeal for life bubbling in his veins. But he doesn’t want to be in this cage, much less alive. Some would do anything for the second chance he has been given. But some had something worth living for. Something to return to. Someone to return to.

He’s used to devouring what sweet, hollow little pleasures he can find, surviving on scraps. But a lifetime of this and then some can only wear on a man. And maybe it shows on his face, for the briefest moment.

In the beat of silence that ensues he considers who ‘the five of us’ are but comes up short one person, blinking away the thought when Eugene continues.]

I assure you that it had not even crossed my mind. [He says, slipping back into his distantly pleasant manner easily. He is nothing if not a fine actor.] I had merely thought it might be your cock.

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Aha... And my cock, euphemism or not, isn't going to be digging into anything of yours. Rest assured.

[All in good fun, though, he navigated them toward the edge of the dance floor, wanting to get a better look at the food offered than entertaining present company's train of thought]

So what else do you do aside from make interesting dragon squirrel things with odd lemons? I mean, Jack's fond of you but he always has been more open-minded about the company he keeps.

[It is an effort, on Eugene's part, to get to know Isaac better. Neutral terms, bringing in an endearing, mutual individual. Tone still light hearted if a little teasing, is a good sign, and he's hoping that Isaac will be receptive. If not, then he will have tried, at least]

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

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Nor is anything of yours, euphemism or not, welcome to dig into me. [He returns affably enough, though none of the mirth reaches his eyes as he gazes back steadily. The corners of his mouth, curled up, tighten slightly.

He doesn’t care where about the room they end up whirling and drifting in rhythm, but he does sense a shift in attention from him as they pull away from the centre of the dance floor. It comes as little surprise - but what Eugene says next is something he couldn’t have anticipated. There it is, the little lie. Only more wearisome hearing it a second time.]

Is he now? [He drawls blandly, cocking his head.] ...Fond. [The word is repeated, dripping with skepticism as he tests it under his breath and then decides he doesn’t like it much.]

How nice.

[Pulling in a quick breath, he summons something close to a vaguely polite interest.] …Mnyes, I imagine he has amassed quite the collection of curious personalities to surround and amuse himself with... with no small amount of blind faith placed in the goodness within all.

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Then... yes, we agree, good, glad we had this discussion?

[It wasn't that he was being told he wasn't welcome, it's that Isaac presumed Eugene had an interest to begin with that had him looking briefly unimpressed.

In fact, the more that Isaac speaks, with the hefty dose of sarcasm, has him less inclined to continue, dancing or conversation. Though he doesn't disengage.]

Yeah, he makes friends very easily.

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I find that a word often carelessly tossed about.

[Friend. It has proved, at times, to be the cruelest and most cutting of all f-words.]

'tis only when tested that he shall discover who his friends truly are.

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Yeah...

[Truthfully, Eugene wasn't sure how to really go forward with conversation. Isaac was unpredictable, moreso than Eugene felt comfortable associating with. In a world like he's from, unpredictability from friends, or even acquaintances could make a difference in life or death. Luceti hadn't dulled that wariness in him, despite its apparent veneer of safety.]

...Is there anyone you know that's being dishonest with him?

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[A demure, conspiratorial smile comes first, then a lift of one shoulder.] ...Perhaps. [He answers after a beat and it may not be wrong for all he knows.] Of course, were I to know of who in fact he calls his friends, I would be better fit to answer.

I have been in this village long before you and have met many in this time, enough of whom are still among us. As you no doubt can attest, I have a talent for stripping a man of his gentility before long. Or a woman. [He adds after a moment.] I find that in anger, one is often the most honest.

[He chuckles throatily.]

I take it that Simon is a friend of Jack's?

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[Anger, he would argue, often provides the most basic honesty, but in his case, after reflection and not gut reaction, he recognized how using that as a base for judgment was a bad idea. Limiting. It explained a lot about Isaac to him, and he gave a thoughtful sound to that.]

[Mention of Simon had him giving Isaac a direct look again, but his face was expressionless. So Isaac knew Simon... It wasn't entirely unexpected, but he wasn't going to reveal anything he thought about that.]

Yes, they get along. You're correct. Sam's also Jack's friend. And as far as I know there's plenty more that I can't name off the top of my head.

[relictusdeus]

‘Getting along’— [The expressionless look he earns piques some interest] -- can mean a number of things… and as you are no doubt aware, true friendship may have very little to do with it. [He smile stretches thinner.] But what would I know of that?

[A beat.]

He is a charming fellow... [he muses] ...for a human.

[Whether he speaks of Sam or Simon, he is in no hurry to make clear.]

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What would you know of that? Even you can make friendships, Isaac, you've just got to meet with people that share interests.

[It wasn't some marvelous secret to getting friends. In fact, Eugene had to admit that Isaac had upkept his side of the bargain not to harm Jack's body when he inhabited it. Respect was a part of a relationship, not necessarily toward friendship, but it was better than the alternative of abject hatred on his part.]>/small>

Interests and possibly some history of similar experiences. It helps them to understand you on a fundamental level.

[The presumption being that Isaac was speaking about Simon, because Eugene was fairly certain Isaac would label Sam as weak, or possibly manipulative. Charming was more Simon's forté, but he nodded in agreement]

Charming's a good word to describe him. I didn't realize you knew him.

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[It’s hard to know where to begin picking at a sentence that thoroughly frustrates him, so he doesn’t at all, letting his eyes fall shut and drawing a breath before easing instead into an anecdote.]

In all the time I have spent trapped here, I have come to know but one man who could listen and who would understand. We laughed and drank and fucked, sharing stories long into the night of the shadowy corners of the worlds from whence we came. We were the unloved and the unwanted, bred to deal death under masters who regarded us a little more than tools to be cast aside the moment they outlived their usefulness. Ah, but in one another we found a sense of belonging. [He snorts faintly.] At least, for a time.

[He shifts his focus.]

How disappointing it is that Simon hasn't spoken a word of me... and after I fashioned him such a fine corset. [Giggling.] That ungrateful creature~!

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Don't worry, Simon and I don't talk on a regular basis. I'm sure he enjoys it in his own way.

[A polite smile followed, and he wasn't going to go into details about Simon. Letting him in on details like their own personal dislike of one another seemed like adding fuel to a fire he'd rather not instigate. In fact, the song had ended, so he slowed to a stop and disengaged. He can't really say he knows what this was all about, but he's at least certain that he's no where near qualified or clever enough to keep this up for very long]

Thanks for the dance. But I'd better go find Jack now. Have a good night!

[relictusdeus]

[There's nothing left to say, but in its own way, his lopsided smile and polite, nodding dismissal of the ‘thank you’ says enough. Looking for Jack is a mere pretext to leave as soon as possible, he's certain, but that Eugene mustered the will to bear with him this long is almost admirable.

He laughs to himself while watching him merge with the crowd.

The last few remarks left hanging in the air will give him something to consider for the remainder of the evening, at least.]