#halloween 2024;; taliesin

[kresnikxkaden]

This wasn't Kaden's first trip out to Euphoria in the evening for someone getting too intoxicated and causing problems. And it certainly wouldn't be the last. One of the reasons why he hated Halloween or any parties, really, especially in Krovs. Maybe it was the fact he knew more of the faces here personally (not by choice entirely) than he would've back home in Texas. Even then he'd collect his regular troublemakers that he wouldn't socialize with outside of a weekend evening picking them up from a bar.

It wasn't hard to spot the person described by the bouncer as he rolled up on the scene. Middle Eastern man dressed in bright pink with wings and a load of glitter looking like he could barely stand on those heels. Definitely a slave given the collar around his neck and an unclaimed one at that. Though still dressed as Eddie Munson, Kaden held up his badge clear as day for Taliesin to see that he was not a pretend cop. "Officer Valentine," he introduced himself. "What's goin' on here?" he asked, looking between Taliesin and the bouncer who'd separated him from the pack.

@taliesin-mistry

[gwyndolence]

for @taliesin-mistry

"I don't think they should be too high. You've worn heels before, haven't you, darling?"

Gwyn squinted down at the contents of the makeup bag he'd dumped over his bed, posing the question casually over his shoulder as he rifled through the phenomenal amount of eyeshadow pots he'd totally forgotten he owned. Taliesin had been banished to the bathroom almost as soon as the guards had delivered him to try on his costume before the sith got his hands dirty doing the pretty human's makeup. Dair would be joining the party eventually, but seeing as his costume involved little more than a shiny pair of gold shorts and his own good looks, Gwyn had thought it all the better to pat the nephilim on the ass and give him the early evening to himself.

For now, they had the suite to themselves and Gwyn could properly appreciate the sight of Taliesin wiggled into the skimpy pink one-piece he'd be wearing for the night, grinning and giving him a wolf whistle as he patted the bed beside him. "What do you think? Leave the shoes off for now, actually, let me make you gorgeous first."

[ravisurendra]

With what the other had been through all night, Soren supposed he should only be surprised that Taliesin had kept himself awake for this long. He resisted the impulse to shake him awake again, the sudden desperation to keep hearing his brother's voice after the fraught time they'd spent apart. But how much rest did Taliesin get in the castle, true rest, where he knew he could be safe? Soren watched him nod off instead, his heart tight in his chest, waiting until he was sure he'd drifted entirely before he stood to find a throw blanket he could drape over Taliesin's slender body. He really was drowning in Soren's joggers. The Missus watched skeptically, stepping into the puddled blanket once he'd finished tucking it over Taliesin's shoulders and pressing her back against his brother's shins as she curled up beside him.

It was nearly normal. Another night spent sleeping off a party in Soren's apartment so Taliesin wouldn't have to face Nisha's wrath stumbling home. It felt impossible to consider letting the vampires steal him back up to that looming castle, as impossible as it had felt that Soren might actually find him again when he'd set out on his stupid, ill-planned journey. But here he was. Soren sat down gingerly, taking pains not to disturb the duo. He'd let him rest a little while longer. Then he could figure out how to let him go again.

Taliesin didn't miss the way Soren corrected himself, untitled Stigr, with such familiarity. When Stigr had come and gone from their home, he'd always been The Councilman - Councilman Anslem, if you really had to clarify, but there wasn't exactly another Councilman in their house to confuse him with. Their parents had insisted on the politeness, honoured, but wary around a vampire. It was perhaps the only occasion on which Taliesin had seen Nisha remotely concerned about him, reminding him to stay out of the way and quiet when Stigr was present. Cynically, he wondered if it had ever been concern for him, or merely the business, herself. Then again, she had acquiesced to their Grandmother, insisting on all of those middle names, superstitious about the interference of the supernatural, keeping one or two even off the birth certificate. Perhaps there was a little superstition in their mother too. Still, it betrayed a familiarity in Soren. They'd spoken, perhaps more than just business. Taliesin felt a pang of defensiveness.

And then a huge wave of tiredness. All at once it was difficult to keep his eyes open, enough of the molly finally out of his system that his body was physically capable of sleep. He let his head rest against the arm of the sofa, his knees drawn up beneath him. "Yes... Yeah... Sounds... Good," he managed between the flood of yawns. It was getting difficult to keep his eyes open, the lids growing heavier withe very blink until finally they slid shut altogether.

[kresnikxkaden]

"You don't have to," Kaden said. That pretty much gave him the answer he needed that Taliesin would not be taking him up on his offer. He turned his attention towards his cruiser at the sound of his radio going off. Another call elsewhere as the chaos in the night picked up and there was another fight breaking out in Cannabites. Suddenly Taliesin as a priority dropped a few notches on his list since he hadn't caused any violence. He scrubbed a hand over his face with a sigh, walking back the few steps so he could answer the call. Might as well since he was right near the location and he liked keeping busy. "Alright, kid, I gotta get goin' so you're off the hook. Just be careful, it's amateur hour tonight."

Taliesin looked between Kaden and the cruiser, his hands clutching his upper arms. The lights were blinding, let flashing floaters in Taliesin's vision when he looked at them a moment too long. It was almost like being eighteen again, with the police turning up to break up an out of control house party. He shook his head, almost involuntarily. His parents had never cared how he got home when he was out partying, but he knew that if it was ever in a police car it would be more than his life was worth. Right now he'd regressed to being that nervous, frightened teenager. "Do I have to? Everyone's going to be so mad at me." Where was Gwyn? He was supposed to be with Gwyn.

[kresnikxkaden]

"Somewhere warmer than this," Kaden said. He bet if he told Taliesin the real location that the slave would revolt and have another meltdown. He wasn't going to force this kid into his car when this incident would be the least of his problems to deal with tonight. His cruiser sat only a few feet away from himself and Taliesin, red and blue lights still flashing and bouncing off the club's outer walls. He backed up to open up the back door, raising a brow at the younger man as he waited for him to get in or not.

Taliesin watched Kaden, a deep wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. His makeup had migrated down his face a little and everything he touched came away covered in a layer of glitter. His wings, fortunately, were still mostly intact, no matter how inconvenient they were, and the tucking tape was still doing its job, even if he'd multiple nip slips since he'd been speaking to Kaden. The drugs were still going strong in his system. However much of a mess he looked, however cold he was physically, however sore his feet were going to be when it wore off, Taliesin couldn't feel any of it right now.

"Somewhere else?" He blinked at Kaden like he wasn't following his logic. He looked back over his shoulder at the club. The music was still thumping behind him. He'd been looking for someone. Looking for... He couldn't remember right now. "I was supposed to meet someone..." He shook his head, trying to get some clearer thoughts loose. "Maybe I wasn't supposed to meet them here?" His stomach rumbled. Now he thought about it, he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. "Where are we going?"

[kresnikxkaden]

"I see." Kaden snapped his notepad shut. He found nothing incriminating to formally arrest Taliesin but he wasn't about to let the human go back to partying. Not when he knew now that the slave was on drugs mixed with alcohol and the kid seemed to have no emotional control or a solid memory of events. Whoever this Gwyn was, he'd be radioing that over to Ransom as now he had a name to go with whoever had been passing out pills to folks this evening. "Well, that won't be happenin' again, alright?" he reassured the younger man gently, holding out his hand towards Taliesin. "C'mon, kid, let's get you somewhere else and preferably warmer than out here." And if Taliesin didn't cooperate, well, Kaden wouldn't force it. He'd have a dozen more of these calls before the night was over and he'd learned he couldn't save everyone.

Taliesin closed his eyes, swaying on his creaking heels. He felt incredibly warm, clammy, but if anyone had touched him in that moment his skin would have been cold as ice. "No alcohol. Wait. No. Might have been alcohol in the last drink. Someone else bought it. I just wanted coke." He was trying to centre himself, but he just kept spinning away, caught in the gravity of the molly, the manic episode of his evening. "Gwyn gave me a pill. When he rented me."

"I... Uh..." He opened his eyes, tried to focus on the police officer. The big guy. Who was the big guy again? Oh right, the one who... Tears started to well up involuntarily in Taliesin, completely unable to get a handle on his emotions with the drugs in his system. "I think he thought I was hitting on his boyfriend. I wasn't. I was just dancing."

[kresnikxkaden]

"That depends," Kaden replied, raising a brow. He glanced back behind Taliesin at the bouncer that he'd take it from here; he'd already heard one side of the details of the encounter that brought him out to Euphoria in the first place. He took out a small notepad and pen, jotting down a few words. One more look at the slave told him that he was pretty intoxicated with bloodshot wide eyes. "How much have you had to drink this evenin'? Have you consumed any other substances besides alcohol?" The kresnik felt like he was swimming through gelatin peeking through the other's mind. "Why do you think this "big guy" did that to you?"

Taliesin hadn't been drinking. Well, he'd been drinking intentionally. The last glass of coca-cola might have had some vodka in it, but that was a misunderstanding. He knew better than to mix taking party drugs with knocking back alcohol. How he'd ended up sitting on the floor of the club hyperventilating was... Well the man had been all up in Taliesin's face. He'd been yelling, but Taliesin hadn't been able to process what he was saying, shoving him into other people. Before that he'd been dancing with a different man. Flirting, getting along, he thought...

And then the bouncer had been manhandling him outside. Which was probably a good thing because right now, presently Taliesin was far too warm. He reeled back from the badge being pushed in his face, dizzy, discombobulated. "I don't know. I was dancing. And then this big guy was screaming in my face and pushing me. I was having a good time." Taliesin looked like he was going to cry, probably because he was. He'd been having a good time and now it was ruined. "Am I in trouble?"

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn spent a last few moments toying with the dramatic lipstick look his costume called for before he deemed himself acceptable, tugging on his fingerless gloves as his eyes roamed to find where he'd chucked his jacket for the night. They landed inevitably on the very lovely sight of the slave from behind as Taliesin fished through the jewelry box, a satisfied smile tugging at Gwyn's lips as he ran his gaze up those slender legs, the silky romper just as vanishingly short in the back as the front. Taliesin was already a pleasure to ogle, but the platforms really did do wonderful things for the human's calves.

"Eager," Gwyn teased approvingly, coming up beside Taliesin to fish a sparkly bracelet from the opened box, propping his heeled foot up on a half-open drawer to fasten the trinket around his ankle and tilting it to watch the diamonds catch the light with an approving nod. "That should it for us both. What an unassuming sight poor Dair will be between the two of us!" The sith laughed, the two of them painted and glittery and boosted up to the high heavens side by side. "Perhaps I should bring another pair of stockings just in case he feels left out." Gwyn plucked up the little pouch, carefully cinching it before tucking the goodies into his corset, flashing Taliesin a wink. "Or we can just let him enjoy being surrounded on all sides by such pretty things. Shall we?"

Dutifully, Taliesin strode across the room and put on the heels, taking care to make sure the straps lay the way they were supposed to. Even before he put the heels on, Taliesin's legs were long and graceful, his body tall and slender. With the added inches, he towered, like some kind of runway model. The costume brought it out of him, the glamour that Taliesin had always carried with him before he came to Krovs. He slipped the wings down from their hook, but didn't put them on just yet. He imagined there wouldn't be room for him to wear them in the car.

Instead, he turned his attention to the jewelry box. There was plenty to attract Taliesin's attention within - shiny jewels that called to him. Taliesin had always thought about having his ears pierced but never gone through with it, terrified of provoking his mother's ire. Maybe he could now, he thought, and then rebuked himself. His body was not his own anymore. He pushed the earrings aside, reached for the drawstring pouch, opening it to examine the colourful pills within, printed with faeries. He fished out a pink one and looked at Gwyn as he pressed it to his tongue, swallowed. "Now. It might have kicked in by the time we get there."

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn made himself be responsible and finish up his own makeup once the bed was reasonably tidied from their little diversion, which mostly involved tossing certain things aside to be dealt with later. He slid into his own heels, adjusted the lingerie that made up most of the outfit, delighted and amused by his own reflection as he teased his curls out even more outrageously. The sith always took a special pleasure in preparing for a night out, especially one that promised to be so diverting.

His eyes shifted in the mirror to admire Taliesin emerging from the bathroom refreshed. "Your heels are just over there, darling," Gwyn gestured with his comb, a laugh escaping him at Taliesin's voiced preference, "Would you now? I could make that happen, certainly, though I can't guarantee you won't want a drink later anyways. Go look in the little jewelry box over on the dresser." He'd stashed his goodies to hand out for the night amidst scattered odd earrings and rings. It seemed only fair if the slaves he'd rented for the night got first dibs. "Would you rather start now or once me make it to the car?"

"Mhmm. Yes, we should..." Taliesin almost didn't want to go now, feeling as good and relaxed as he did now. Even so, he extracted himself from Gwyn's arms and slipped out of the play suit entirely. His nipples were quite red now, showing the first signs of bruising where Gwyn had tormented them. The tape over his cock had ballooned in an unsightly fashion and was peeling away from his skin, far too moist to retain integrity. He'd have to redo it.

He strode into the bathroom on his long, graceful legs and quickly set to wiping himself down and taping himself back into place. "I don't know if I want to drink. Normally when I got out like this, I'd just pop a pill or something." Taliesin preferred it, generally, the high of a little ecstasy, to the weight of alcohol swishing around in his stomach. A pill took his mind off the calories in all the sugary drinks. The tape made a horrible ripping sound as he secured himself, but Taliesin didn't flinch. Within a few minutes, he was back in the bedroom, pulling the romper on over the fresh tape.

[ravisurendra]

Soren let out a long breath, still not totally relaxed enough to sink down into a seat in the armchair across from Taliesin. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea of a 'nice' master and failing - who could be nice who would come to such a place and fork over money for complete control over someone else's life? But Taliesin was the one who was managing this Gwyn and Soren wouldn't argue with his assessment when the two of them were clearly in separate worlds now, playing by separate rules. Or was it just that Soren hadn't cottoned onto those rules yet?

He could pick up on Taliesin's mounting anxiety, the best thing for tempering his own, and Soren made himself side on the couch beside him. The solution was obvious now that he thought of it, though it made his heart sink, bringing into sharp focus how fleeting their time together was and how precarious their positions. "I hear you, I think I can fix this. I'll have to get in touch with the coun- with Stigr. We've... spoken. He might be able to arrange a way to get you home. Does that sound alright?"

"Gwyn's..." Taliesin paused, having found his mouth in motion before he'd really understood the question. One of them? Gwyn had been plenty nice, had even slipped Taliesin the molly, had placed himself squarely in the group of people that Taliesin felt safe and comfortable around. But it wouldn't look like that to Soren, on the outside, peering in. "He's nice. A little odd, given the whole fae thing. But yes, he'd a Master."

Taliesin was finally enjoying a cup of tea at a reasonable temperate, and, having realised how thirsty he'd become, drained the mug and placed it on the coffee table. "I'm not sure I could walk back to the club," he said suddenly, looking down at his bruised and blistered feet. He felt like a failure, having abandoned Adra like that, but he wasn't sure what else there was to do. Someone would make sure Adra made it home safely, no doubt, given that he'd enamoured himself to so man people. "I can't sleep here. I have to go, before they realise where I am and who you are." He could feel himself getting anxious again, worked up in his fear for Soren's safety. "You're in so much danger, Soren."

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn acquiesced to the hand at his back and stayed close, still rolling his hips lazily down against Taliesin as he nuzzled into his neck and the last pulses of pleasure faded into muted aftershocks. There was a slick mess between them now. Gwyn always liked that kind of carnality after messing around, the animal evidence of what they had done. Part of him considered tugging Taliesin's costume back up and sending him into town with Gwyn's cum sticking the fabric to his skin but - no, that would ruin the look. Some other time...

"Later, my lovely," He murmured happily, giving one last kiss to that fluttering pulse, "I don't want to overtax you and it'll be more fun for us both if you've had the chance to get a few drinks in you first." Taliesin was sweet-smelling and warm though, if the sith wasn't so satisfied by his orgasm he might've given in and taken what the human was so charmingly offering on the spot. "We should clean you up and get you ready. Poor Dair can only wait so long."

There was something about being used in this manner that scratched an itch in the back of Taliesin's mind. To be reduced to just a body, just a thing, satisfied him somehow, took the burden of want away from him. Gwyn's cockhead felt luxurious, as silky as the romper resting low on Taliesin's covered groin, the first hints of the neon-pink tape on show and peeling away from the skin, swelling as it was with Taliesin's own cum.

He never got used to it being cold, just the same as vampires' bodies. Taliesin wrinkled his nose, a small sigh of discomfort exhaled out of his nostrils. Gwyn's lips on his neck, though, Taliesin certainly enjoyed that feeling. "Aren't you going to feed from me?" He asked, a hand stretching over Gwyn's back, holding him close and tight. That was what Taliesin had come to expect, right about now in proceedings.

[ravisurendra]

Gwyn. Taliesin had said that name multiple times. "Is Gwyn one of them?" Soren asked, then grimaced at himself, "One of the... masters up there?" Nothing Taliesin had described this mysterious man doing was cruel exactly - but reckless, absolutely. And that was only one of the names his brother had been tossing around that he knew he needed to learn. Especially if it was someone taking an interest in Taliesin. Soren thought what he'd been wearing was humiliating enough, at least if he'd been in his shoes, but he wisely decided that didn't need voicing.

Soren wasn't sure what to read in the expression Taliesin had on at the mention of the next man. Embarrassment? He continued listening and barely stopped himself from raising his eyebrows at the idea that his brother had managed to stumble into something romantic in a place like this. That...might complicate things. Rather than let the unconfirmed suspicion derail his thoughts again, Soren nodded, tried to stay all business, "If we have to, I can bring you back to the club later. See if we can find your more-than-friend. But we aren't going to rush it, there's options. You should rest first."

"Well, Gwyn wanted me to fit into the outfit, and we needed the tape to make it work, so... Honestly, I'm grateful. At least I liked the look. You should see what some people put their slaves in. Gareth puts Finn in the most humiliating things." Taliesin watched Soren's face, suddenly aware of all those cringing expressions, the way he seemed to wince whenever the word slave escaped Taliesin's mouth. He paused, scratched the back of his head, sheepish, burnt his mouth, again, on the tea.

Taliesin sighed. He wasn't quite sure how to explain what was going on with Adra. It felt... Well, there was a closeness he'd never had with anyone before, except for Soren. Now, all at once, Taliesin felt the burning sensation of shame colour his cheeks. Had he been replacing Soren all this time? "I don't know. Sometimes I feel like he's my only friend. Maybe more than a friend. The other sl- guys don't like me much, on the whole. We were going to meet in the club. Adra said he'd never been drunk. I hope he's okay."

[ravisurendra]

Even with Soren closer to sharing his brother's preferences than Taliesin realized, the elder Mistry was still far more separated from any kind of gay culture besides what he brushed up against in messy, infrequent nights at a certain kind of bar. He immediately pulled a face, more than mildly distressed by the picture (and sensation) invoked by Taliesin's explanation. "Tape?" He asked incredulously, "You're telling me you wanted to fit into that outfit so badly, you were taping your dick down to make it work?" He cringed even as he was passing over the fresh mug, clearly trying hard to not imagine what exactly that would feel like.

Soren quickly latched onto the next subject in an effort to leave that one behind, not that what Taliesin was saying now was any less mystifying. Hearing him say 'another slave' still agitated Soren, like hearing someone play a sour note on an instrument, but Taliesin's halting word choice after that seemed more important. "A friend of yours, then?" Soren assumed, feeling a small flicker of relief that his brother had at least one person he was presumably connecting to, "Where were you supposed to meet?"

"Tucking tape. Did you really think that my dick was keeping itself in this romper, in defiance of all known laws of physics? Sometimes I think you're willfully oblivious, Soren." In normal circumstances, Taliesin relentlessly teased Soren about his ignorance of queer culture, about his seemingly dogged devotion to heterosexuality and yet somehow nonexistent love-life. At least, that was Taliesin's point of view, trying to look in through fogged up windows.

He was lucid enough for proper conversation now, although his energy was obviously flagging. He accepted the mug, and immediately made the same mistake of taking a sip and burning his mouth in his eagerness for it. That was the story of Taliesin's life, getting hurt in his over-eagerness for his desires. He tried to think back to what he'd been told, but couldn't summon the information to mind. Then all at once he remembered that he'd promised to meet Adra, that Adra was keeping track of getting them back to the castle. "I was going to meet my..." He trailed off. Boyfriend? No, that surely wasn't right. Something. "This guy. Adra. Another slave. We're... Close."

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn doted over him for those few warm, loose minutes, amusing himself soothing Taliesin's hair back into place, rubbing away a smear of lipstick to put the look back to rights. It was remarkably endearing, that loopy way the slave batted his eyelashes at him as he seemed to finally come down from the orgasm Gwyn had pried out after all that initial protest. "Hello to you too," The sith tittered, pressing a kiss to Taliesin's blushy cheek, "Was that good? It certainly looked good, from where I was sitting."

He tilted his hips into Taliesin's again as if to emphasize, another lazy grind against the pink silk. The more urgent edge was off his arousal now; he almost felt like he was drifting with the slave in a warmer, hazy place. "Do you want to?" Gwyn cocked his head with a pleased smile, taking one of Taliesin's hands and guiding it to the sith's bare stomach, just close enough to touch, "Just like this? Should I make a mess of your pretty thighs instead, before we clean up after your mess? Or would you rather I be patient and let you take me in your mouth instead while we drive down into the village... so long as you don't ruin your makeup."

The moment the compulsion dropped, Taliesin's hands moved, unbidden, to cover his nipples. He wasn't sure he could handle doing that again, at least not for a while. It wasn't a conscious action, not with Taliesin still miles away, floating off somewhere that Gwyn couldn't follow, dazed and rhythmically curling and uncurling his toes.

Even if he wasn't entirely present, he unconsciously pursued affection, leaning into Gwyn's pleasing, petting touches. Taliesin behaved like a pet just coming around from sedation. After a few minutes he looked up, blinked at Gwyn, still confused. "You didn't...? Do you want me to...?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren snorted at Taliesin's umbrage, as much as his brother's snark tugged at that little dangling guilt of keeping secrets from him still. Now was absolutely not the time to start thinking about coming out to him. Quite possibly it was the worst time, not that Soren was comfortable thinking too hard about what would be the right one. He shook his head instead and moved into the kitchen still, snatching the still-steaming kettle off the stove to fix his own drink. He was lost in his own thoughts when that ripping-paper noise came from the living room followed by a relieved sound, and Soren immediately leaned out of the kitchen again with a flare of concern, kettle still in hand.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded, the incredulity on his face wavering just a bit at Taliesin's expression and the way his joggers were puddling around his feet. Taliesin was past his twenties now but the difference between the two of them still made his brother look like he was playing dress up when he tried on Soren's clothes. Whatever the fuck it was, he didn't seem massively concerned... Soren quickly dipped back and fetched his mug, trying not to let his imagination go too wild before he answered. Taliesin's question was more deserving of his worry either way.

"Where did they tell you to go at the end of the night?" The last thing he wanted to be thinking about during the little time they had together was how quickly he'd have to let him go again, but they'd both have bigger problems if Taliesin seemed like he'd gone missing.

Taliesin raised an eyebrow at Soren. He knew that Soren thought he was silly, childish, immature, but really? He thought he was actually using nerf darts for his own amusement? He shook his head, before considering that maybe watching Mrs Robinson scamper down the corridor at high speed after them did constitute his own amusement. Still, he pouted. "Yes. I'm not a baby." Since Taliesin could remember, he'd been reminding Soren that he wasn't a baby, even when he was. That was what a seven year age gap did to a younger brother - it made him eager to cast his plastic animals and teddy bears aside, at least when other people were watching. Taliesin seemed to have grown up all at once in his early teens, transitioning from a shy, sensitive, emotionally young thirteen to a precocious, moody, sultry, even, fourteen. He'd wanted to be seen, ogled.

Not now though. He frowned down at his own bare legs. The main problem he was having was that he didn't dare let down the tape that was holding his dick in place without... Something to cover his legs. And it was horrifically uncomfortable now the molly was wearing off. "It's fine. It's not like you haven't seen it before." Taliesin had been the kind of toddler that would escape, naked, at intervals. "Fucking straight men, pretending like they don't have their own penis. You can make more tea if you want." He did turn around, to prevent Soren from actually getting an eye full, once he'd lifted Mrs Robinson off his lap. Calmer than before, she moved across the room to gaze wistfully out of the window, scheming her cat schemes. The tape came away from Taliesin's skin with a loud ripping noise, which sounded much worse than it was. Taliesin groaned in relief, somehow coordinating his tired limbs into the fabric. Soren's trousers did look ridiculous on him.

"Thanks. I can feel my cock again." He stuck his tongue out at Soren childishly, more relaxed now, beginning to fall back into his usual demeanor. Soren was one of the few people that Taliesin was comfortable being, well, silly, around. Then a sudden wrinkle of worry deepened his brow. "How am I going to get back to the castle?"

[ravisurendra]

Soren grumbled good-naturedly, still squinting at the rumbling cat for a moment as if deciding how much trouble she was worth before he sighed and went for a pen instead. He probably shouldn't have been surprised by the extent of the Missus' demands. "Figured out the laundry thing the hard way," He admitted, brows lifting to high heavens at the last edition, "Nerf darts? That's what you were using those for?" Soren asked incredulously. He sighed and then wrote it down anyways, shaking his head in chagrined amusement. Why not have a plastic child's toy lying around for Tal's cat. It wasn't like he was going to have dates over asking questions about the thing.

He glanced up from his note-taking at the pained note in Taliesin's voice, the brotherly show of annoyance replaced immediately by concern. "Trousers?" Soren's eyes flickered down over him again, managing to hold back a wince at the shadows of bite marks so visible on his neck, "Yeah, I can that." He disappeared to rummage briefly through his things, wrangling up a baggy pair of sweatpants that would likely drown Taliesin but would at least be warm. Soren would want to be drowning in fabric, personally, if anyone dressed him in something remotely like what his brother wearing. "Might have to tie these tight, but it'll do," He said once he'd returned, passing them over, "You want a little privacy?" A moment's hesitation, then he reached out, ruffling Taliesin's hair with a gruff sort of affection, "I can make us more tea. Bet that's gotten tepid now." With the worst of the emotional outbursts behind them, Soren quite frankly needed some too.

Taliesin glanced around Soren's apartment, trying to take it in beyond it's cramped ugliness now that he was starting to feel a little more sober. The weight and rumbling warmth of Mrs Robinson on his lap was helping to calm his anxiety. It was part of the reason he'd got her in the first place. A friend had suggested it when Taliesin had unwittingly let slip quite how badly he suffered with anxiety. The cat seemed to know what her job was without the two of them ever having discussed it. Now that he was looking, Soren's apartment seemed to be mostly boxes, but nothing that it was safe for Mrs Robinson to commandeer as her own. It didn't look like many of her things had made it either. No one had liked her, back in Mumbai, except Taliesin, so Taliesin had gone out of his way to spoil her.

"She'll be missing her window hammock. She likes to be able to see outside. And she likes to sleep on the bed. You have to let her sleep on the bed or she'll take your clothes out of the hamper and sleep on those instead. And you'd better not be feeding her packet cat food. She eats actual meat." He lifted Mrs Robinson up to squeeze her again. She was purring as if she very much agreed with him. "Oh and if you don't play with her enough she'll eat the plants and shred the toilet paper. She has lots of energy. She likes catnip mice and nerf darts."

He reached for his tea again, sipping. Now he was a little more in his body, all the pain was starting to make itself known to him. He hissed, briefly, as Mrs Robinson went up on his chest again, her weight against his sore nipples. He needed desperately to get out of the tucking tape, which was making his entire crotch feel numb, but he was painfully aware that he didn't have any underwear on beneath the skimpy lingerie. Even the hickey Gwyn had left high on his neck above the collar throbbed. "... Can I have some trousers? Please?"