sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

[He groans loudly, but also makes absolutely no move to yank him down again. He knows when to give up (or that how he's phrasing it in his head, anyway).

He jerks off a lot that night.

But hey, at least he's allowed to sleep in the next morning. It's a big dance, a whole dinner-and-a-show affair. Wrath's idea, of course, the guy loves his formality sometimes, but Greed likes it too. There's always people to flirt with, and dancing makes a good excuse to get up close and personal with whoever he's trying to impress.

Formalwear isn't the same across all realms, of course. The elves have their nature-themed things, and the vampires love their metal and velvet. Faeries, though . . . God, but it's a whole thing. None of that black formality humans love; instead, everyone seeks to outshine each other, but only to the limits they're allowed. This one isn't nearly as high ranked as that one, and god forbid he outshine him.

But hey, Greed? He's at the top of the pile. He usually walks in something gold, bright and shiny and just shy of garish. He likes being seen, and gold makes him look good. It's not subtle, but neither is he.

But if he's going to impress Adrian, he can't be predictable. So today, he's coming in something dark: a dark blue velvet, little diamonds sewn into the fabric, hugging his body pleasantly tightly. The whole effect is of a night sky, surprisingly subtle for him. He looks good, he knows, but that isn't the point here. He doesn't just have to look good, he has to look stunning.

Oh, well. If he loses, that isn't so bad either, he thinks, and waits for Wrath to finish his speech. Envy's lurking around here somewhere, whether as himself or someone else, only he knows; he isn't important right now. The young man listening so very intently is, and Greed grins as he sees his eyes flick over just once.

Let us begin, Wrath says, signalling the musicians, and Greed gets up.]

Master Țepeș.

[He calls it out loudly, utterly gratified when the murmurs begin.]

Won't you honor me with a dance?

[Frankly, what Adrian had been expecting was indeed the expected norm: Greed covered in shining metals, abundant gold, wanting everyone to notice him. He hadn't anticipated on anything being different tonight. Adrian has several options at his disposal, something that's never changed. He likes the kind of clothing he was raised with, and doesn't really seek to change that at the moment.

Despite the formalities, Adrian does listen to Wrath patiently. Just a day ago, he felt like he would have to grit his teeth and restrain himself by enduring his entire visit here, but fortunately matters have turned around it seems. He does believe Greed, and though he's still mending on his part he does want to see him and how much effort he's going to do to make this work.

Which is, evidently, a lot.

Adrian almost doesn't say anything, taken aback by Greed's choice in suit. It is so terribly subtle, especially for Greed that he doesn't know what to say. He is handsome, has always been, but he does look good.]

Yes. [He remembers to speak, holding out his hand as he stands.] Of course.

[Somewhere out there, there's a Blue Fang grumbling I knew it.]

[Almost. Almost, he can see the hesitation, but it's not long enough to really count as speechless. Damn.

Still: it's not like he's disappointed, not really. A few steps later and he's taking Adrian's hand. Rather than drag him out, though, he bows low. It's an echo of what he'd done yesterday, but whereas that was obnoxious, this is . . . sweet, almost. Respectful, certainly, as he kisses the back of it before rising.]

Come on.

[A soft murmur, and he walks out with him, fingers curling around his hand. It's almost affectionate, but still terribly formal. It's also a pain the ass, but if he wants results, he has to work for it, he knows.

Dancing is easy. Dancing is mindless, honestly, if not a little tedious when it's so formal. But it takes on a new meaning with Adrian, his fingers splaying over his back, his eyes so terribly intent.]

[The other day, Greed had been obnoxious to start with, irritating, and not in a way he took in as in good fun or affectionate. He could still be pissed about that, but any consideration to it is melted away by the kiss to his hand.

He holds his breath a moment. He doesn't really even need to breathe, but he does it anyway.]

Ah-- yes.

[Falling into dance is not unusual, but he forgets that for all of his rougher behaviors and exterior, Greed was still made and raised in a court not unlike himself. So this comes easily enough for both of him, Adrian keeping one hand to Greed's shoulder, the other held in his hand, gracefully following his lead.

But he can't break his gaze from his.]

You clean up all right. [Always one to shower Greed with praise.]

Is that it?

[He doesn't pull him in too close. Noticeable, when on any other night he'd delight in it. But he keeps a respectful distance, formal if not affectionate.]

You know better than to lie in a fae court, Adrian.

[Adrian scoffs, wondering if he should tease more or be more genuine. If nothing else, he notices how respectful Greed is being. Less of his usual self, more like he genuinely is making an effort for Adrian's sake.

And that does make him smile a little.]

I was very impressed with your suit tonight. Why, I was almost rendered speechless.

[Almost.]

Yeah, yeah . . . I hear you, almost. The night hasn't ended yet.

[Though the prospect of ending it tied up with Adrian's cock in his mouth isn't exactly a poor one. But he can't think of that, not yet, because it's a tight-fitting suit and it's been five whole years, his self-control isn't what it should be when it concerns his dhampir.]

You like that speech? I love the ones where he goes on and on about peace, like he's not always itching for a fight.

I'm aware. [Idly, his index finger scratches at the back of Greed's shoulder, slow and lazy.] You have plenty of time.

[But more than anything, he is quietly impressed with how hard Greed is trying. How much he's making it apparent that he's putting forth efforts for him.

It does... help, considerably.]

I think it was well executed, but I can read between the lines with Wrath. Sometimes I feel like he'd be better suited with most of the vampires I have to deal with.

He'd probably like it more. He's gotta play too nice around here.

[But he is a good politician, Greed will give him that. Maybe he isn't happy all the time, but hey, that's his problem, not Greed's.]

Things've gotten better, though.

[Things are a lot less nastier, for starters. Still pretty pompous, but less overall bloody executions and sadistic whims played out at random.]

Oye, what about you and yours, huh? They all fall in line?

[It's a casual question, right up until it isn't.]

I can imagine with your father gone now. Did your other siblings agree it was for the best?

[The question earns a faint shrug from Adrian.]

Mostly complications from those who were loyal to Carmilla. Everyone else has fell into line nicely otherwise.

I prefer diplomacy, but I have no qualms in making sure they understand where they belong.

Yeah, well. Let me know if any of them aren't falling into line so easily.

[It's not that Adrian needs help, exactly, but on the other hand, there's no reason for him to do things alone.]

But yeah. Turns out me and my siblings work better when we're not under our father's control. How about that, huh? Even Envy's stopped trying to kill me.

[Adrian's first instinct is to politely decline, because he is used to carrying everything on his shoulders. But it might not be bad to have aid from another court to encourage better unity.]

I'll consider it.

[He settles more, further relaxed in Greed's arms.]

What a curious thing. [He sounds a bit amused.] If nothing else, I'm glad for you in that regard, Greed. That he's gone from your lives.

Yeah. Me too.

[For just a moment, his usual smile fades, his voice dipping into something like sincerity. But that can't last, especially not here; soon enough his eyes are brightening once more.

The first song comes to a close, and rather than pull him closer, Greed releases him.]

Maybe I shouldn't monopolize the vampire ambassador, huh? I'll come find you later.

[The dance ends, and it almost feels too soon. Not that he's trying to be too eager to spend his night with Greed, but he knows that he's missed him immensely. Now more than ever it feels evident.]

Of course. And please do.

Perhaps you still have time to properly amaze me, hm?

Perhaps? You're amazed.

[He leans in, his hand cupping his cheek for just a moment.]

Though if you wanted to get some air . . . I could probably sneak off for a bit.

I forgot how humble you are, too.

[He finds himself leaning against the warm palm.]

I'm sure you could make time for me.

Go wait on a balcony.

[He looks down at him. He wants to kiss him, very badly, but he won't. Not yet. He's got a plan for that, and if that doesn't render his Adrian speechless, nothing will.]

I'll be there soon. Go on.

[A curious look is in his golden eyes, but he nods. He places his hand over Greed's, but leaves the affection there without any push.]

Don't make me wait too long.

[He pulls away, heading out to the balcony as instructed.

It's a beautiful night, he muses. There's a bit of anxiety waiting for Greed, now that he's reflecting more on the previous night and now. The irrational, admittedly paranoid part of him is concerned it's one grand trick -- but everything about Greed indicates he's sincere and he believes that. Adrian believes him, even if there's still hurt there that's mending. But it's more like a healing scar than a raw wound that hasn't been tended to, at least.]

[For what it's worth, he doesn't make him wait overly long. He goes to Wrath first, and then Envy, checking in with them, murmuring a few bits of pertinent information, trading words with this ambassador and that. He has responsibilities, much as he hates them, and he loves this new order too much to neglect them.

But soon enough he comes out. He's all but silent, his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on the lithe figure waiting for him. He's careful in how he closes the glass doors behind him, giving them a bit of privacy.]

Hey, you.

[Soft. A Greed that Adrian knows, not the Greed that scoffs and boasts out in public.]

I got you a drink.

[Something sweet, alcoholic but laced with honey.]

[The tone that Greed uses with him makes him smile more comfortably, and Adrian turns to face him. He likes it, that this is the side he uses for Adrian and just Adrian alone. The dhampir reaches out, accepting the drink.]

Thank you. Terribly thoughtful of you.

[It won't do anything to inebriate him, but the taste will be pleasant. Faeries, he thinks wryly, make an incredible drink and always have.]

How long do I have you for?

Half hour, at least.

[If not longer, depending on how the party goes. He sips his drink and braces one hand against the rail, glancing over to smile faintly at Adrian. He feels a little stupid, suddenly, full of affection and adoration, not really knowing what to say. He'd had a whole plan about kissing Adrian, about drawing it out and making him desperate for it, but now--

Now, he wants only to bask in his presence.]

Tell me something about the past five years. Something good.

Mm. Something good. It feels so oddly scarce to think of something...

[Adrian has a sip from his glass.]

The two people that helped me defeat Father are good friends of mine now. Good people. Belmont even offers to put someone in their place in court when I need to tend to them. [He chuckles to himself.]

I think perhaps the best thing was restoring the castle. I can go anywhere now. It took me nearly five years to fix the damned thing, really. But it listens to me.

Huh.

[That sounds more like a fae invention than a vampiric one, but that castle was always weird. More important: that mention of friends. He waits, bracing himself for a rush of jealousy, but . . .

Huh. It doesn't come, and that's surprising. Pleasantly so, though, and he wonders at it, but doesn't probe too much further. Maybe he'll think about it later and maybe he won't.]

Tell me about them. Those friends. Last time I saw you, you weren't exactly Mr. Popular.

Rude. [Adrian smiles crookedly, but he knows that Greed isn't wrong.]

Trevor Belmont is somehow even more rude than you are. Just barely stopping being an alcoholic, and at his heart he's a good man. Still uncouth and crass, but I value his friendship immensely.

Sypha Belnades is a Speaker magician. Immensely knowledgeable, well studied, and a powerful sorceress. A good person to put Belmont into his place. She'll be an excellent wife for him.

[He leans against him, hip bumping against hip, arms touching, not quite an apology so much as something quietly supportive.]

And that's the two of them squared away.

[Another little observation, and he reaches for him, his fingers sliding against the back of Adrian's hand.]

But they're human. Aren't they? And you're not.

[It's not a bad thing, because he isn't human either. And as much as he loves humans, he does . . . there's a difference between them and people who walk among the circles he and Adrian do.]

Edited 2019-03-04 04:55 (UTC)

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