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Post by Hunt Valier on Apr 9, 2023 20:21:05 GMT -5
Alluring as it was dangerous. Was he talking about sailing? Probably. That had been what they were talking about, even if he wasn't entirely sure why. There was simply something about the ocean, especially in the moonlight. For as much of the country he had traveled and all that he had seen, the ocean was still so full of the unknown. That unknown called to him, be it for the adventure or perhaps the danger itself.
"I tried...other things. Never went well," he stumbled through the vague explanation. That was how he had ended up like this, after all. Trying to do more, to be more. But it never worked. Fighting though...as much as that was counter to who he was supposed to be, what he was supposed to be, it was the one thing that he had made of himself. The one thing he could control in his own right. And he was currently exercising that right and control to drink himself under the table, regardless of what this stranger wanted.
Hunt looked up at him as he finished his drink. Was that number four? Or five? Something like that. the man wasn't much of a heavy drinker and in a short sitting without any food, he could feel it dragging him down and making everything shift like they were on a ship at dock. "Room?" he rumbled. He managed to turn himself to look at the stairs. Right. That wouldn't end well. Hopefully Kaz returned soon. "...think I'll stay here." Order some food. But that required pulling himself up from where he was settling back on his elbows on the table and his limbs felt far too limp.
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Post by Severin Seigrun on Apr 9, 2023 20:44:56 GMT -5
The response to his 'concerned' remark told him that it was time to make a move and walk his prey into the trap. While he was more than happy to order more drink and some food it was time to get their little party somewhere more private. He stood up and walked around the table to Hunt's side. "No, no that won't do. Come I will help you to your room." He reached out to take hold of hunt by the waist and placed his arm around his shoulders.
If hunt came willingly enough he would help the man up the stairs. Though even if he struggled Severin wasn’t above having a little tussle pulling hunt up from the table.
Once they were upstairs his guard would know to move in front of the door and intercept any…possible interruptions.
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Post by Hunt Valier on Apr 10, 2023 0:03:02 GMT -5
The young man resisted at first, though whether this was intentional or simply because his coordination wasn't what it should be, even he wasn't sure. Hunt had only ever been well and truly soused on one other occasion in his life and he'd done so in the very safe environment of his family home. Not that he really remembered much of it and he had all but promised himself he would never intentionally impair his own awareness and lack of control again.
But that had been before he was expulsed from his home and everything he had ever known and everyone he had ever loved and forced to rely on an utter stranger in a strange land. Deep down, he knew he should not be here, getting himself wasted and mired in self-pity. But he didn't know what he should do.
Once they were moving, his focus was more on simply trying to stand and not lose his balance or his stomach, largely unaware of where they were going until the upstairs hallway came into focus. Kaz and him had rented a room. The third on the left. He reached into his pocked for the key, fumbling it out and largely incapable of threading the needle to unlock it without help.
It was a small space, with a single bed and a spare set of blankets stretched out on the floor. A small wooden table with chairs and an empty chest filled out the rest of the furniture. A lit candle, simple painting, decorative shield and worn rug the decor. Hunt took one step in and then paused, glaring at the bed. He didn't want to sleep there again. Kaz could...he looked over at the man that was very much not Kaz. What was his name again? The slightly too friendly one from the tavern. He shouldn't be here.
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Post by Severin Seigrun on Apr 10, 2023 0:35:14 GMT -5
Severin helped his victim up from the table and stumbled across the room up the stairs. He was perhaps a little light in the head from a few sips of the ale but he hadn’t been drinking for as long as hunt had and definitely not as much. He was practically still sober. He grabbed the arm of a tavern girl on the way and whispered in her ear. If hunt's companion did show up he would be informed that he had suddenly been upgraded to his own room. Luckily hunt had already provided a name and Taknieri stood out. That should prevent any unnecessary confrontations with his guard.
With the door shut behind them and his guard posted at the door the real games could begin. How many moves would it take to handle a Taknieri swordsman into submission. He watched hunt survey the room and then him with confusion while still maintaining a firm grasp on the man's waste. His eyes passed down the confused expression to wander hunt's body. Noblemen really did wear so much forsaken clothing. Well leaving a little to the imagination was fun in a way too.
He briefly considered if he should disarm hunt now or if the delightful danger it presented was more fun left intact. Severin took a grip of hunt's shoulders as if to steady him, his body nearly against Hunt's, his face too close to be a coincidence. "Having trouble, friend? Perhaps you should lie down." In the end self preservation won out and his hands roamed down hunt's sides to start detaching hunt's sword from his hip. "Let me help you with this, wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, would we~" All the while his lips lingered only inches from hunt's. Severin no longer pretending to respect the boundary of personal space the Taknieri probably desired.
He persisited through any struggles to prevent the disarming sort of generously knocking away and drunken blows sent his way. Should he manage to get the sword off he planned to sort of carelessly set it wherever it would be out of easy reach and start walking hunt backwards toward the bed.
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Post by Hunt Valier on Apr 10, 2023 0:56:22 GMT -5
Hunt had been close to other men before. Usually in a duel, sometimes in an argument. He'd tussled with his brothers on many occasions and been pinned down by swordsmen in lesson after lesson, had dance instructors of all kinds push and pull him to demonstrate a movement, been touched by his fair share of surgeons and nurses to fix even small cuts and scrapes, even been dressed and undressed by servants on occasion. He was no stranger to being handled.
But this was different. He could smell the nobleman's breath and see individual hairs of his well-groomed beard he was so close. His hand around his waist, although the sensation was fuzzy, it also seemed to burn. Feeling not jsut his hands but his body against his own was...jarring. It wasn't until he felt his fingers at his belt, removing his weapon from his side, that the alarm bells really started to go off.
"I'm...not..." Hunt couldn't figure out how to answer the older man, but that seemed secondary. He didn't enjoy the idea of being disarmed, trying to turn and pull away from the man's grip. He succeeded a little, but only found himself stumbling to one side, off balance. His body tried to compensate, tried to move how he knew he could, a hint of that fluid ease sunk below his drunken haze. Even then there was something...dangerously tempting about the man. The way he pushed and pulled and closed that personal space. It was terrifying.
Hunt let out a faint groan as his belt was finally removed and his weapon pulled away, and then suddenly his calves met the bed and his stomach flipped over as he fell backward onto the blankets and furs.
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Post by Severin Seigrun on Apr 10, 2023 1:12:39 GMT -5
Severin chuckled at the now uncoordinated Taknieri. He could tell from the disoriented expression that the man wasn't used to not being in control of his body. There was also a hint of something else in hunt's expression that made Severin fill with anticipation at what expressions the man might make once he showed the swordsman how far he could take this helplessness.
Once hunt fell back onto the bed Severin undid his coat. Tossed it aside and wasted no time climbing into bed with the other man. He loomed over hunt his body nearly pinning hunt to the bed his face close like a threat. "Tell me Taknieri, what do you know of the games men play in Manthir?~" Not that he intended to hear any meaningful response. It was more of a sportsmanly warning before he began unceremoniously disrobing the other man.
-fade to black-
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