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riverviewlogs2018-02-24 12:27 am
tevinteraltus) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-02-24 12:27 am
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Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my...
who: Dorian, Cisco, Magnus, Iona, Taako (and people they invite)
what: Sharing card games! Drinking! Probably badand not so bad life choices!
when: February 10th, laaate to even laaaater
where: An out of the way bar
warnings: Drinking, references to sex, mental abuse (the night is young, and I mean references okay), and who knows, these are some crazy kids.
Dorian had actually taken time to process having found decks of cards from Thedas in one of the shops in the Quarantine. He'd resigned himself to this place, was actually starting to like it at times, and enjoy the company of certain men (which he tried very hard not to think on overmuch). Then this threw a wrench into his carefully laid new life. The homesickness had very nearly started to fade to a dull throb, and yet there it was again, flaring with renewed vigor. He'd shown the deck to Iona, and suggested they gather some friends, his friends really (which was still odd to think of) for a lesson and a few rounds at a local bar. No wagers were necessary of course, but the night could go in any direction.
He'd texted Cisco, and they'd added other games to the mix as well. It was, of course, most likely to be a casual affair with various games at different times, but it should be fun, and good for Iona. Something was bothering her, after all.
He was more nervous, of course, of his introducing her to Magnus. She who was so much like a sister to him, a long lost sibling he'd never had and the closest to family he'd ever known and he...was, well, complicated. Dorian had a lot of feelings regarding Magnus he hadn't taken the time to articulate, and they were only getting more twisted and hard to identify as time went on. Now, on top of that, well, let's just say it's a fine thing this place serves wine.
Living in the communal housing and collecting a wage meant reserving one of the establishment's back rooms for their use, with it's scattered tables, hadn't broken the bank so to speak, and he was going to leave everyone to their own tabs of course. This wasn't a charity event, after all. Those who arrived would need only mention who they were looking for to be shown to the back rooms.
(OOC: Feel free to post your own mingle posts for chilling at the bar, and such! Taking part in the actual game of Wicked Grace isn't required to chill!)
what: Sharing card games! Drinking! Probably bad
when: February 10th, laaate to even laaaater
where: An out of the way bar
warnings: Drinking, references to sex, mental abuse (the night is young, and I mean references okay), and who knows, these are some crazy kids.
Dorian had actually taken time to process having found decks of cards from Thedas in one of the shops in the Quarantine. He'd resigned himself to this place, was actually starting to like it at times, and enjoy the company of certain men (which he tried very hard not to think on overmuch). Then this threw a wrench into his carefully laid new life. The homesickness had very nearly started to fade to a dull throb, and yet there it was again, flaring with renewed vigor. He'd shown the deck to Iona, and suggested they gather some friends, his friends really (which was still odd to think of) for a lesson and a few rounds at a local bar. No wagers were necessary of course, but the night could go in any direction.
He'd texted Cisco, and they'd added other games to the mix as well. It was, of course, most likely to be a casual affair with various games at different times, but it should be fun, and good for Iona. Something was bothering her, after all.
He was more nervous, of course, of his introducing her to Magnus. She who was so much like a sister to him, a long lost sibling he'd never had and the closest to family he'd ever known and he...was, well, complicated. Dorian had a lot of feelings regarding Magnus he hadn't taken the time to articulate, and they were only getting more twisted and hard to identify as time went on. Now, on top of that, well, let's just say it's a fine thing this place serves wine.
Living in the communal housing and collecting a wage meant reserving one of the establishment's back rooms for their use, with it's scattered tables, hadn't broken the bank so to speak, and he was going to leave everyone to their own tabs of course. This wasn't a charity event, after all. Those who arrived would need only mention who they were looking for to be shown to the back rooms.
(OOC: Feel free to post your own mingle posts for chilling at the bar, and such! Taking part in the actual game of Wicked Grace isn't required to chill!)
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He'd read of the blush, the flush of emotion that welled within one's breast when one's desires for companionship sparked a deeper lust, when attraction meant a fondness for a person and not only a stiffness in the smallclothes that needed an outlet. This was a spark really, not a raging flame, but it was something, and something that, until coming here, he never would have dreamed possible. Not for him. He'd resigned himself to that.
And yet, here was this hulk of a man, looking at him with those eyes and saying those words. Magnus was a moron. He was impulsive, nearly innocent in his simpleness...but he was gentle, caring, boisterous and loved a good time as much as Dorian did. It was a risk, certainly, full of danger, but Magnus had never once shown him anything but caring. Maybe...he could trust him.
He took a steadying breath before turning to him, brushing aside the hand resting on his shoulder and moving closer to him, seeking his lips again.
"I may be amenable, but I'd like to try that kiss again first."