21.May.12, 10:20 PM
"Don't need one." Far confirmed, positively gleeful at the thought of taking a sip of that sweet, sweet liquor. He'd made his last bit of wine last far too long; the nectar called to him with the sweet voice of a willing partner, the scent of nostalgia, the lips of- Yes. Farlint was romanticizing alcohol. It had been a little longer for him than he had liked, and sometimes he preferred getting drunk to getting laid. When he was injured was one of those times. The sound of the cork coming out of the bottle was enthralling, the sweet little hiss.
And then Farlint watched as I'shan lifted his sweet beloved towards greedy lips.
Nooooooooooo!
but his cry was silent, the mahogany-haired man patiently waiting for his brother to decide what to do. As though he sensed Far's distress at almost having to watch another man take his lover away, I'shan paused, laughed, and passed the bottle to Farlint- who took it greedily, and ravaged the red seductress. Delicious little tease. He passed the bottle back to I'shan once he had drunk deep of the Benden wine's willing charms, and opened his ears to the bluerider's trauma.
Oh, Shel, you poor little wherry. That was what one got for dating a man who thinks everything the sunlight touches belongs to him. "Of course you know what to do." Farlint grinned, absolute faith in I'shan being able to turn this around. He glanced past the other man, to a familiar figure that made him struggle up, to sit a little straighter. Not that sitting up straighter would help, when seeing a person who probably knew more about your bodily functions than you did. And had definitely seen you in more compromising positions than-
It was Tal- ian. Talian.
"I took a bath last month." he informed the Healer, who would know for a fact Farlint had insisted on help with a bath just the day before, and wooed one of those pretty nurses into helping him wash his hair- twice. "I'm good. Don't take away my company!"
Hopefully, his deathgrip on the bottle would go unnoticed.
And then Farlint watched as I'shan lifted his sweet beloved towards greedy lips.
Nooooooooooo!
but his cry was silent, the mahogany-haired man patiently waiting for his brother to decide what to do. As though he sensed Far's distress at almost having to watch another man take his lover away, I'shan paused, laughed, and passed the bottle to Farlint- who took it greedily, and ravaged the red seductress. Delicious little tease. He passed the bottle back to I'shan once he had drunk deep of the Benden wine's willing charms, and opened his ears to the bluerider's trauma.
Oh, Shel, you poor little wherry. That was what one got for dating a man who thinks everything the sunlight touches belongs to him. "Of course you know what to do." Farlint grinned, absolute faith in I'shan being able to turn this around. He glanced past the other man, to a familiar figure that made him struggle up, to sit a little straighter. Not that sitting up straighter would help, when seeing a person who probably knew more about your bodily functions than you did. And had definitely seen you in more compromising positions than-
It was Tal- ian. Talian.
"I took a bath last month." he informed the Healer, who would know for a fact Farlint had insisted on help with a bath just the day before, and wooed one of those pretty nurses into helping him wash his hair- twice. "I'm good. Don't take away my company!"
Hopefully, his deathgrip on the bottle would go unnoticed.