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trailblazers2024-01-25 08:59 pm
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I believe I can say it's a bit more than like when it comes to how it is I feel about you. Though if you don't believe me I can always come and say it to you personally.
Send me your coordinates, won't you?
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I left the bar to try and sober up a little
But I can go back in if you want to drink, too
Come whenever you want
[ When Aventurine finds him, Caelus will be — well, not walking, mercifully. He's braced against a balcony railing in the Golden Hour, and to all outward eyes, at least, he looks sober enough.
On the subject of being hot, it's a bit funny; the Trailblazer never seems to notice that he does attract his own share of attention, as there are two women tittering behind him, openly admiring the noble lines of his profile as he gazes blearily out at the nightlife and the scenery below. No one would really notice that he's a bit buzzed; he just seems sort of dreamy and glassy-eyed at the moment, but then, lots of handsome guys are like that. He looks good in an understated way — the way his wrists hang over the railing, the way the lines of his shoulders give way to his long legs as he's standing, weight on one leg while the other is bent at the knee.
But, honestly, he's pretty drunk. As Aventurine comes closer, and Caelus hears his footsteps, he turns his head, a little more slowly than he would if he were sober. He breaks into a smile, one that's softer than usual, lacks all of the usual sharp alertness in his eyes. ]
Aventurine... [ He seems happy, if somewhat bleary. ] You came.
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He made sure to make haste but one wouldn't guess as they saw him walking through Penacony with a set purpose. Of all the things Aventurine surmised he'd be doing this evening he couldn't say going to spend time with his gray haired friend had been on the itinerary. Not that it bothered him or anything, given what he'd told the trailblazer not too long ago.
Some part of his mind had convinced himself that this was just superficial because otherwise it would mean he actually had truly gained feelings for Caelus.
It was much harder to shake that train of thought once he finally laid eyes on the young man standing there, from the lines of his profile, to the lighting the surroundings of Golden Hour gave him in this exact moment. His gaze trailed to the women nearby and something welled up in him that had the gambler putting on his casual smile as he approached, not even managing to get out that greeting when the other beat him to it.
There's something that could be said about that entirely too soft smile, gentle and kind as it's turned onto him. None of that usual alertness visible in those golden eyes, which spoke volumes to how drunk Caelus happened to be. ]
Of course I did. I wasn't about to give you the impression I was coming and then leave you here all on your own.
[ One could argue if it was someone else he might have but it's not a thought he wanted to entirely entertain right at this point in time.
He was all too comfortable to move in close, gloved fingers brushing aside some of those bangs and aware what this must look like to those nearby women. If they wanted to make assumptions, let them. ]
My goodness. You really did drink a bit too much tonight. Should we find somewhere for you to sit down?
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Caelus, for his part, hasn't picked up on their presence at all. Buzzed to the point that all he can focus on is Aventurine's casual smile, he closes his eyes into the gambler's gentle touch, letting him push his ash-gray bangs back. ]
Mmmhmm. If you want me to...?
[ He can't help it; it's all instinct, but Caelus rubs his cheek against Aventurine's palm. Openly nuzzling, clearly very comfortable, and without even a single ounce of shame. ]
I just wanna be your little meowmeow...
[ ...Does he think he's a cat?
...Yeah, he's incredibly drunk. Fortunately, he'll probably sober up in a few minutes, and there's an unoccupied bench a little ways away. It's even pretty far from the street, so they won't have to worry about whizzing Speedways interrupting their conversation. Caelus will be pliant, as long as Aventurine takes the lead. ]
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Some may take the opportunity to snap pictures at a time like this, but he wasn't up for blackmailing at the moment. ]
Well. I certainly wouldn't want you to hurt yourself if you happened to lose your footing while having such little coordination.
[ He drew his hand away despite the very soft flush of pink that had lightly dusted his cheek. Such was just a trick of the light, nothing else.
Aventurine was about to start guiding the drunken trailblazer to a spot he had seen was unoccupied for the time being, but that's where his thoughts screeched to a halt. A mix of different emotions all came into conflict as he had registered what had been said to him, and that's about where his mischievousness kicked in. ]
Yeah? Come this way then, my little kitten.
[ Oh yeah he was leaning into it a bit, a gloved hand reaching out to take one of Caelus' hands into his own and stepping back. Intending to lead him towards that bench in question, his smile confident and unwavering. ]
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Case in point: Caelus, the little kitten, lets himself be guided towards the bench. He sits down when Aventurine coaxes him into it, but the moment they're both seated, he leans his head toward the blond's shoulder, trying to nuzzle into his neck. Being drunk makes him really cuddly, apparently, and the critical thing luring him closer right now is — ]
You smell sooooo nice...
[ He doesn't even try to hide the deep breath he takes as he settles his head on Aventurine's shoulder and breathes deeply of his fine fragrance. So shameless! ]
Can I go home with you?
[ A soft, pleading voice. Big, golden, simpering eyes. Truly, he's a kitten through and through. At least he's not a difficult kind of drunk to handle... ]