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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June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

Herding about a group of drunkards after the party had been difficult enough. Herding the birthday boys home so they might be fed, watered, washed and put to bed? Nigh impossible. But he had indeed managed as the token sober individual and for that Zevran feels he has earned a drink.

But fist, the hangovers of those in the house needs tending to. As an extension of his consideration for their days of birth Zevran untangles himself from the nest of his boys and their limbs and sheets and starts brewing coffee, frying slabs of bacon and begins boiling broth for a salty, fatty, perfect Antivan cure for a horrible morning after drinking far, far too much.

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[250mhzwabl]

Eugene can have his history full of microbrew beers and wine tastings and artisinal vodka drunkenness. Jack's liver has been tempered by far harder stuff, and he's accordingly always the first to roll out of bed any morning like this, regardless of how miserable he might feel. And oh, he does feel fantastically miserable, head pounding in direct counterargument to the conventional wisdom that sound made these things worse. He manages to fumble in his nightstand until he comes up with his sunglasses, and only embarks for the bathroom with them firmly in place - never mind he's not wearing anything else besides a pair of violently blue briefs.

A long time puttering around with running water later, he finally does his best zom shamble into the kitchen, slumping down at the table and resting his head in his arms, only daring to peek at Zev from the safe darkness under his hand and grin-wince crookedly.

". . . For the record, that is the most restraint I've ever seen out of you when I'm wet and handsy."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"You had so much to drink that there was no chance at all of your rising to the occasion, Argento." So he speaks, so Savio taps out on a little beeping light on the table. Some of the meaning is simplified but between the light and Zevran's facing Jack so he could watch his mouth as he speaks, Jack should be able to get the gist of it.

The bacon and sausage are crackling in the pan, warm, earthy spices fittering about the kitchen as the flavors mingle. There's time enough for him to wander over to smooth Jacks' hair out of his eyes and press his lips to his forehead.

"And if you cannot remember it to enjoy it- what is the point?"

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[250mhzwabl]

It's beginning to become easier, letting the pattern of flashing go on and off in his peripheral vision, piecing together the more obvious shapes of lips and barely-visible flickers of tongue. He twists his head enough to keep watching when Zevran rises from the kiss, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder.

"Spoilsport." It's said as affectionately as the word can be said, rueful and warm and a little rough. "What's for breakfast, then?"

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"A 'full english' as your books say. Beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, blood sausage, bacon, eggs, and fried bread." Something that would assist with sore heads and sour stomachs, at least as far as he had heard.

"If you like I can scrub and oil you down after dinner, mm?"

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[250mhzwabl]

"After herding us around last night and making breakfast this morning?" Jack looks over at Savio with a lazy affection, giving his a little preen in reward for the good job he's doing at the key. "It should be us giving you the bath and rub-down, don't you think?" They probably could, too, as long as Zev didn't mind them lurching through it like zombies.

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"I shall save that favor for something more weighty, Jack." He reaches out to poke Savio's beak when he, as ever, translates 'jack' as a rapid series of clicks to show 'Jack-Jack' or 'Jack-no' depending.

Cute when Jack could hear, less so when they need to focus.

"Such pampering does not sit well with me and you know it."

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[250mhzwabl]

Such ********* ****** no down/sit well *th me/me and you know it, he sees from two directions, and more miraculously, he manages to put together the meaning well enough. Not bad, he thinks, after less than a month of practice.

"We could make it a game," he muses, grinning and half-joking. "Smack me for every spot I miss scrubbing and then bugger me senseless."

It's much easier to have a filthy mouth, he's found, when he can't actually hear himself.

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"..." Enough so that it's taken Zevran completely by surprise. He stares at Jack and Savio for a long moment, memorizing the curl to his lips and the tilt of his head. Savio, helper that he is, starts translating what Jack said for Zevran's benefit. Otherwise he'd be talking, right?

"I think, perhaps, I could agree to that." He manages finally and Savio dutifully translates. He's such a helpful bird, isn't he?

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[250mhzwabl]

Being watched is its own reward, and even with the headache throbbing at his temples, the nagging ache everywhere and half-sick feeling crawling around his insides, Jack lifts his eyebrows invitingly. Lifts them and licks his lips, taking the moment of silence as it drags on and self-indulgently raking his bottom lips between his teeth.

When the answer comes, he laughs under his breath without even meaning to, taking Zevran's hand and kissing the inside of his wrist. And again, another inch up. Then another. And another, with a murmur on the tail of it.

"Could you, Ser?" He looks up, chancing a little nip against the skin. "It's been awhile. A little gazza might go wild."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"A little gazza might have to wait until he looks less like death, mm? I need you fresh for such torments." He cradles the side of Jacks' skull in his palm, fingers curling and catching along his scalp easily. He has long since memorized the shape of him, what makes him shiver and sigh, what makes him blush. There's a gentle tug as he pulls Jack up for a slow, close lipped kiss. All barest brushes of skin on skin and faint washes of breath before he pulls back.

"It is simpler for you to enjoy them when you are not already miserable, mm?"

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[250mhzwabl]

There's nothing like being handled by a masseuse's grip. An assasin's? Zevran's, he settles on mentally, contenting himself with moving with his hand, accommodating the pull and feeling a little of that overused achiness fuzz at the edges and melt with that tender, certain direction.

"Unfortunately a good point." He acquiesces as gracefully as he's really likely to - he's no great seducer when he's this worn-down, but defeats don't really hit too hard, either. "I imagine I'll be in good shape by tonight. Or - you know, whenever then-or-later you're up for it."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"Later, mm? Gazza will have both of his lords training him, mm?" One soft promise against his lips before he pulls back and returns to the pan on the stove. Savio, wanting noises of his own, starts to nudge at Jack's hand with his beak.

June 24th, action

[z_jay]

The smell of bacon and coffee was wonderful, all of about 15 seconds before his stomach turned and he had to stumble, headachey and uncoordinated, to the bathroom. Briefly sick, he noticed he didn't feel better for it. But he knew that lingering there wouldn't improve matters at all and thus, made his way out to join Zev.

The bacon still smelled good. The coffee would help to sharpen dull wits. And he would use the word zombie to describe how he felt this morning.

"...You would think... working with this stuff all day, I'd be sick of it. But I'm not."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"Have a mug of the tea first, Mocha. It will sooth your stomach. Coffee at this point would only sour already curdled waters." The pot steeping away on the table is full of herbs and sweeteners, something that will run clear but taste of mint and ginger. An old, old brew that ever helped any human he has ever know settle their stomachs and ease the ache in their heads.

The sweetness also cuts the grease of the meal he is about to serve. Zevran leaves the stove long enough to rest his hand along the nape of Eugene's neck, dropping a kiss to his hair. "How is your head?"

[z_jay]

The description had him imagining that very thing happening in his stomach and he groaned, resting his cheek on the table. It was cool, and he liked that feeling. Still, he did as he was told, reaching over to gently take hold of the mug offered, forcing himself to sit up properly and sip from it. The change from cold to hot was pleasant enough, distracting from the pounding in his head.

Touch, however, felt a strange combination of wanted and shocking. The contact reminded him to relax, letting out a breath of air that he hadn't meant to hold. A warmth spread from the fact he had been kissed, and it was always nice to know just how Zev could coax the same blooming affection out of him that Jack could.

"Protesting being awake."

[antivanleather]

"Mmm." Headaches he knew well. Which aided in learning how to tend to them. What is on the stove will keep for the time being, Zevran circles around to stand behind Eugene so he could keep an eye on it all the same while he worked his fingers into the thick of his hair to start a simple massage.

"Such tension, Eugene. One would think you did not rest well." Which was a lie- both of the boys slept like the dead, and Zevran like one that tended the dead. It was all and all, a restful evening. Even if it wasn't their usual tangle of limbs, feathers, and hair.

[z_jay]

Touch like that was heavenly, and Eugene would never turn down an opportunity to indulge in that. Stubborn muscles were tough to tame, but he tried. "Last night was... more fun than it had any right to be." he dropped his head down to the table, exposing the back of his neck to Zevran without concern.

"Did everyone go home...?"

[antivanleather]

"You seemed to be having more fun than most." Zev murmurs, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the nape of Eugene's neck. "You and Loki, if I recall. Then again I might not be recalling correctly."

A beat.

"I saw them all off after you rampaged through the village, calling for songs."

[z_jay]

Him and Loki. Him and Loki. His head dropped to the table, forehead connecting with a thud as the memory, hazy as it was, made his gut clench. But he wasn't going to be sick, no. He just... "...Crap. Of all the stupid things I get myself into, I had to go and..."

He sighed, grimacing a little as his head protested moving much less banging it against things.

"You're the only sober guy, Zev. I really hope you recall correctly."

[antivanleather]

"I do. I was simply giving you the opportunity to forget or not discuss it if you wished." Not because he assumed Eugene would wish to lie, but some things done while thoroughly intoxicated were regretful actions that none wish to speak on. He would understand. Honestly, he cannot blame Eugene for his good taste- but he cannot ignore the odd twist in his gut either.

[z_jay]

Eyes closed, Eugene sighed through his nose and didn't move. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it had happened, and he needed to own this with some dignity. "Wasn't what I had planned." Probably hadn't helped Loki with his predicament, either. And here he was, making things worse.

"Actually it was the opposite of things that would be considered smart?"

[antivanleather]

"Were he a man unattached, I would worry less. But he is not and you know this. We are fortunate that his Lady had returned home for the night before this happened, I suppose." He continues to smooth his hands through Eugene's hair, a steady, soothing touch. "Things done while intoxicated are rarely wise."

[z_jay]

The tension now was persistent, however, and he winced briefly, shoulders hunching forward.

"Yeah, I know. It'll stop. I don't want to be that guy who ruins things for other people." Mostly, he was annoyed with himself, but he wasn't going to go on about that. He was the one who should hold to higher standard, who shouldn't let the heat of a moment get the better of him. And it needed to stop.

[antivanleather]

"Just...think before you flirt while drinking, yes?" He says nothing of how it makes him feel, because it was done while drunk and that was how HE happened to the boys and-

It went without discussing that he would rather not see himself replaced. Especially when he knows it will not come to pass.