#wingedthorne

[draconicfool]

"C'mon, sugar, sit still-." Eros' voice is soft despite any irritation one would usually have at being shoved away. Right back to trying to get those bandages on him. A quiet sigh escaping as they look him over. Suppose it was at least good fortune that he was often out and about in the wake of the planet's open.

"Right now? Y'er in th' Underworld of Belobog- Boulder Town t' be specific...m'clinic t' be even more so. Aeons, y'really had a number done on ya, huh?"

@wingedthorne || c.

[pavoluck]

@wingedthorne  /  cont.

       no  reaction  just  yet.   hm,  aventurine  respects  the  challenge  being  issued  here.   the  smile  on  aventurine's  face  grew  as  he  leaned  in  more  until  their  noses  were  practically  centimeters  apart.   an  almost  boop,  if  you  will.   a  minute  ticks  by,  then  another.

       and  then  another.

        and  the  gambler  slowly  reaches  up  with  a  gloved  hand  and  poked  sunday's  cheek.   a  challenging  game  yet,  and  he  has  no  plan  on  giving  up.   he  has  all  day,  anyway.

[wretchedstraystars]

@wingedthorne

"For the last time. I don't know what 'Penacony" is, I don't know how I got here, and I am not a 'stowaway' because of that fact."

Great. Just his luck. Winding up in a world so strict with security he didn't even have the chance to make a cover story. These "Bloodhounds" stupid fucking name had found him discombobulated on the street and questioned him. And seeing as he was not this world's native, he couldn't answer any.

Hence the situation he was in now.

Unimpressed as ever, he didn't even flinch when a fist banged against the table. What a pain.

"Look, you can interrogate me till the end of time, but it won't change the truth."

[melodicbreeze]

@wingedthorne | ( Cont. )

"Venti~!" That's all he has to give. Such a calm response has Venti giving a small laugh, though perhaps a touch quieter, as if he were reluctant to disturb the sense of peace.

"I've found those in positions of responsibility often have a scowl permanently etched into their face. Quite the work, you must do, to keep up your demeanor, hm?"

He shakes his head, then, putting the words behind him. "Forgive my boldness, this is simply my first visit to such a place. A wonder, really, it is."

[littlebluestorm]

Sunday thought he had been followed; the air felt too tense. The streets just a tiny bit empty. He idly reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, golden eyes slinking from one window to the next. It was until he was certain that he was on his own that he turned around and faced his would-be pursuer.

“You’ve had three chances to try and take something from me, and yet you still haven’t. What do you want?”

"The fact you noticed I've had said chances means they weren't much of a chance were they? If I'm going to take something, then I'll do it when I'm not gonna get caught. Or at least when being caught won't matter because I'm already gone by the time I am."

Though, she hadn't noticed anything particularly useful to take in the first place.

"Anyway, you seemed like someone who knew where he was going and I've got no idea where I am. Why not see where I end up? Also you got that Vibe."

[starsasunder]

@wingedthorne, cont. from here.

Though nostalgia was often wont to color the memories of childhood golden, Penacony was somehow exactly as she remembered it - neither dimmed nor brightened by the years. The din of the Reverie brought memories rushing back, and as Inanna stepped lightly from the ship that had brought her hence, she clutched her suitcase close and peered up in wonder. But she had little time to appreciate it, her thoughts derailed by the sudden murmur that rushed through the surrounding crowd. She had just enough time to spot him before they closed in, the mob of awaiting paparazzi pressing close as cameras flashed and newshounds yelled for her companion's attention.

Robin, the darling of Penacony, had returned home at last, and of course her brother was there to greet her. As shouts rose around them, the Bloodhounds pressed in, shoving back the most aggressive of the reporters. Space cleared around them and Inanna missed what was said between siblings in the midst of the chaos, spacing out a bit as she nervously edged closer to the pop star's side, Robin her lighthouse amidst the storm. It took only a few moments for the crowd to be pushed back and some amount of calm to be restored, but during that time Inanna receded into her thoughts, so much so that she did not notice his approach until he was upon her.

“Ah, Miss Issar, it’s lovely to have you with us again,” Sunday said with a smile barely concealed as he offered her a welcoming bow, “and I see you’re our newly esteemed vendor for spirits. May I take this as a sign that you will be spending some time on Penacony? And if so, may I consider this the beginnings of a wonderful partnership between The Family and the Luofu?”

Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, familiar and yet much deeper than she recalled. Dragging her gaze away from the Reverie's grand sights, she greeted him with a smile that grew quickly once she spotted his own. "Sunday," she breathed, finding that the noise of the landing platform faded away entirely when she focused on him - a blessed relief for someone who disdained crowds as much as her.

Her hand had been taken as if on cue, gloved hand holding it firm as Sunday brought it up to press a chaste kiss ‘pon her fingers. Golden eyes flickered up to her, his smile pressed faint before he pulled away. Time and presentation, immaculate as ever. To an outsider, he was merely greeting an old friend in pleasant surprise. “Hm, yet you must wish to settle in your rooms. I will call upon you this evening – unless you wish for an earlier time?”

"I see you're still a charmer," she huffed, a faint flush of color rising to her cheeks as his lips ghosted across her knuckles. "Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" For a moment he stunned her, all effortless grace in a way he had never been when they were children. Then she remembered herself, and all the training she had undergone to be a sufficient representative for her family's business enterprise.

Sketching a Xianzhou-style bow in return, she rose and tucked a silvery-blue curl behind her ear, needing something to fidget with. "Later is fine. I know Robin has an entire itinerary to fulfill, and I bet the two of you would like some time to catch up." She could take some time to settle into her suite, perhaps explore the dreamscape a bit on her own. She would vastly prefer that to the storm of politics and pleasantries that would inevitably follow in these two's wake.

[draconicfool]

     The smaller male lets out a pleased hum as he notices the other acquiescing to his request. Even that droop of his shoulder doesn't discourage the ever excitable doctor. 

     If anything, he finds it a bit cute the way the other seemed to mull it over.

     “ Well y'er doctor thankfully doesn't mind jus' swayin' t'gether while th' music plays. He is a very understandin' man. ” He reached to rest a hand on the other's shoulder then. Batting those bright pink lashes up at the other. “ Ya ever been t' one of these fancy parties b'fore? I never thought they'd be somethin' I'd see growin' up in Boulder Town. But now th' planet's open and things are lookin' up… and now people like invitin' th' handsome doctor t' places like this. But s'nice seein' a familiar face. ”

@wingedthorne || c.

[pavoluck]

#( ana i'm shoving aventurine into my pocket and leaving. )  /  @wingedthorne

      ❝ whee ~ ❞

[wretchedstraystars]

The childish urge to smirk at the gruff bastard in front of him was a challenge to resist, but he managed. His eyes kept pace with the Bloodhound's pacing - face impassive but mind racing. Ok, what the hell was he going to do out of here? Play up the innocent, lost traveler for sympathy? No, he'd wasted that with his outburst earlier. An amnesiac angle? No, he'll be monitored the second he's let free... if he's left free. Either way, he couldn't keep up that charade forever.

Maybe they'll kick him out. It's probably his best option.

".............." Oh great. The big shot is getting involved. Lionell couldn't help but think; 'what a handsome fellow'. For the first time in he didn't know how long, the boss was a being he'd never met before. Wings, a halo, an angel descended from above? Just what sort of place was this "Penacony"? Shame he might not be around long enough to see it.

"So long as we get this sorted, it's water under the bridge. And the only thing I remember about where I come from is the word "Earth"." Fuck it, selective amnesiac's the name of the game. Certain things on 'Penacony' can just trigger 'memories' whenever he sees them, so he doesn't have to play dumb forever.

A blink of confusion was evident on Sunday’s face as the other man spoke, yet said nothing – opting to take quiet notes until it was right. Which was now, since the Bloodhound representative scoffed and looked ready to argue his case further, to which Sunday gave a polite cough, “We’ve reviewed the records plenty of times, Mister Gallagher, and we are all in agreement. This man is not who we are looking for.” A polite smile, genuine in its softness.

Once, his companion stopped his pacing, Sunday approached Lionell with open hands. A sign and measure of trust, “Many apologies for the… brusque manner in which the Bloodhound family handled this situation, Mister… Lionell, was it? We are wary people by nature, given Penacony’s humble origins. Forgive us for this impropriety.”

A shift on his feet, the hands dropping so that Sunday may tuck his right behind his back, a habit. “May I ask, if it is not too much, if you know where you came from originally?”

[starsasunder]

She had yet to check in, but she imagined that particular process had been expedited considering her choice of traveling companion. Robin had promised that, if she were successful in negotiating her business contracts, she would eventually be allowed to return to her family's home. But for now, at least while the Charmony Festival was in the works, her room would be in the Reverie, near Robin's own.

Lips lifted into a faint smile in response to his words, tail flicking playfully. She was pleased to hear that he had missed her, though he did not say it in so many words. "Some things are best left as a surprise, lest they not work out the way we had hoped. It was not official that it was going to be me until a few days ago. My mother had to do a lot of negotiating in order for me to be allowed to leave the Xianzhou." Though she had taken after her father's species and their short-lived nature, there were still plenty who wished to see what quirks her dual nature might bring out.

An attendant approached and requested her suitcase, while a handful of others approached to gather the remainder of both hers and Robin's things. Inanna allowed all of it to be whisked away, trusting that her escort's presence would ensure her things were handled with care. Just when she was beginning to wonder how she might peel away to find her accommodations and get settled in, his offer answered for her.

"That sounds lovely, thank you," she hummed, heels clicking as she allowed him to lead her whither he chose. Flashing Robin a conspiratorial smile over her shoulder, the pop star gave her a wink and chose to trail a few steps behind, conversing quietly with one of her attendants.

As they stepped onto the large glass elevator and finally found shelter from prying eyes, she breathed a little easier. Peering up at him through the curtain of her hair, she made no efforts to release her hold on his arm. Unable to keep silent, she spoke quietly, aware that even now there might be listening ears. "I've imagined returning home again a thousand times, but now that I'm here, it doesn't quite feel real. I never thought I'd get to see you again... We wrote, but the letters never felt like enough."

He had not expected to see Inanna disembark with Robin.

Of course, he had expected a visitor from the Luofu, that had been in the books for months. Gopher had argued with him in accepting the offer, and he had cut down the Dreammaster’s worries with efficient ease. It would benefit Penacony in the long term to have a foothold in the Luofu, even if it was a mere vendor who dealt with the spirits and choices of drink. A drop into a vast ocean, one that could cause even the mightiest waves if pushed right.

Sunday had managed to conceal his surprise and warmth from the masses, though nothing ran amiss with his sister’s knowing look and smile as she hooked her arm in his. She was going to chatter his ear off and make passing comments on the sly, and so another game had started on the field – albeit this one was not Robin’s to intervene. He told her as such – in his way, as they ushered Inanna away from the masses of guests and family members.

“I have to admit, I didn’t know it was you who was our vendor. Had I known, I would’ve sent for you sooner.” Sunday said; ignoring the giggle from Robin. Seeing their friend had brought unexpected softness, and that was the warning that the Halovian needed to realise how high the stakes have risen the moment her feet hit the soft carpet of the Reverie. He wondered idly if the Dreammaster knew, then dismissed those thoughts.

Gopher Wood, Father, didn’t care who was caught in the web. He only cared about achieving the end goal. The prize that awaited him.

A glance to Robin was all he needed to confirm that Inanna wanted her space to decompress, yet for a moment he disengaged with his sister to offer his arm to Inanna, as ever the gentleman. “In the very least, allow me to escort you to your room. Robin and I will likely be tied up all day otherwise; and I would like to in the very least, ensure your comfort before we proceed with matters regarding the Charmony Festival.”

[draconicfool]

Leaves this on his desk. Ask no questions.

     “ …these are all th' major ones so… ” Ask no questions but she sure is staring at him.

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[draconicfool]

@wingedthorne asked: [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand / with a curled smile

     What had he been rambling about as they walked through the shops? Eros really couldn't remember now. Not when they'd been stopped for the moment – it was his fault they had been, really. How caught off he'd been. One second he'd been talking, looking around to tell Sunday about something. What had it been? No, that didn't matter. What had mattered was the way that the Halovian had taken his hand and brought it up to his lips. How he had smiled before he did it, not even put off by the fact that his hands were cold. That the black tint wasn't some glove but Eros' skin. No he'd simply smiled. And still they stood there, his hand mere inches from where Sunday had made that simple gesture.

     And the doctor was frozen in place. The gears in his head turning before that flush spread over his features and to his ears. Why does such a simple gesture have him feeling like some girl with a crush?

     “ I… don't remember what we were doin'… ”

smooch the freak || not accepting

[pavoluck]

      if  aventurine  leaned  any  closer,  their  noses  would  absolutely  be  squished  against  each  other.   and  aventurine  quite  enjoys  breathing  through  his  nostrils,  actually.    ❝ not  a  single  ounce  of  whimsy  going  on  in  that  holy  noggin ? ❞     oh,  the  misery !   but  that  only  fuels  the  fun  potential  for  the  gambler,  its  fine.

      though,  aventurine  couldn't  help  but  laugh,  his  occupied  hand  flailing  a  bit  more  until  there  was  a  little  pop  sound.   oh !   felt  rather  nice,  but  that's  not  the  point.    ❝ as  if  time  wasn't  being  spent  already.   why  not  go  the  full  mile ? ❞     another  hand  began  to  reach  up  to  poke  the  other  cheek.

      why  not  keep  trying  for  a  bit  longer ?   feathers  need  to  be  ruffled,  in  his  humbled  opinion.

“Time is, precious, Mister Aventurine.” They’re close enough that he can see the individual colours of the gambler’s eyes, and Sunday idly wondered how the man would appreciate having feathers in his mouth. The only thing that stops him from reacting, of course, is the fact it would be repulsive, and childish.

Aventurine was looking for a rise, a feather out of place.

He would not find it here.

Sunday squeezed Aventurine’s wrist in warning, pushing it further back. “And I, unlike you, prefer to not gamble away or waste what precious few minutes I have in the day. Are we going to get to the point of this game of yours, or am I going to have you removed from my presence for such irresponsible behaviour?”

[draconicfool]

@wingedthorne asked: Yes, he’s openly staring at Eros’ horns, which shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Vidyadhara weren’t terribly common in the Asdana star system, though he had heard the stories – every one knew of them in some fashion. Old stories and legends, and recent visitors to Penacony had brought some… sort of story-like fascination to them. “… Ah, my apologies.” Sunday looked away, realising he was being rude by openly staring. “I did not intend to stare.” He’s going to fiddle with the pocketwatch in his hands to keep them occupied.

"Aw, sugar. Y'don't gotta apologize." At least, not to Eros. For he knew that there were plenty of things about him worth staring at. He'd gone out of his way to make sure he looked as cute and jaw dropping as possible, after all. Layered on the charm and laid the sweet talk and honey voice on thick. "Stare all y'want if y'find somethin' worthwhile. What, did I catch y'er attention~?"

Regardless of the other's reasoning, the vidyadhara adored being a spectacle. Especially when it was under his terms and not someone else's.

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