Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Their interaction would mostly be business or accidental sex, no development of romance behind, they’d bond on gossip tough. A lot of gossips and bitching, with Sinclair positively tickled by the artist’s fervour and takes on people.
Sex:
Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Casual, most probably drunk (and out of spite I totally agree), so in the worst places: Sinclair doesn’t mind, plus he’s kinda into semi/public sex, he’d just need to take him aside and tell him to position.
Dates:
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Casual meetings, nothing planned.
Would my character…
⒈Marry them? Yes | No ⒉Have sex on the first date? Yes | No⒊Confess their attraction first? Yes | No⒋Have children/adopt? Yes | No ⒌Die for your character? Yes | No⒍Cheat on your character? Yes | No⒎Lie to them? Yes | No⒏Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
⒈ I mean.⒉ (if as date we count stumbling into each other at New Eve’s parties & co.)⒊ /⒋ /⒌ /⒍ /⒎ Well, he is a liar.⒏ Not necessarily, but if Sander collapsed asleep on him after fucking, he’d sigh and stroke his hairs and back a little, maybe attempt to fix him up a little to let him go once awake.
[[automatically assumin’ Frank since it’s the muse I’ve interacted with Gus. Also read more cause it’s long and there’s frisky stuff!]]
Affectionate:
Holding hands(how to resist holding the con man’s broad, strong hands?) | Cheek kisses(lots of pecks) | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss(very tenderly in moments of peace, on the palm too. Won’t explain why he did it and just chuckle, because himself won’t know why.) | PDA(he wouldn’t be sure for Frank’s reputation. Doesn’t mind himself, but not knowing the other’s take on it -and not even asking because he’s an idiot- would avoid, keeping it to Touching Hands Under The Table level) | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts (Surprisingly, Sinclair would definitely send some, even just to check on him.) | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sinclair is a sucker for feeling physically small with bulkier, taller partners, and physical touch. The only reason he wouldn’t want to hug Frank from behind is that, upon slowly realizing how the man is reactive and almost constantly alarmed, he wouldn’t do anything that he wouldn’t be able to see from the start and that would cause him to feel unsafe or unease. Then, baths are only for moments where he wants to stay alone and disconnected, hence a state he’d rather not have Frank see him.
Sex:
Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
They most probably start without many ceremonies, very casually, perhaps minding a bit about decency for their public appearance (but I don’t think them unable to pick some hidden corner of the city to do something quick.)
Dates:
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Sinclair’s concept of dates would definitely start with being more results of business talks, he’d get used to enjoying the man’s presence outright under the sun daylights of Rapture and, once developed to just hanging out, he wouldn’t lose the habit. Also, he likes hearing to Frank’s thoughts and views on stuff, so also going to expositions and sort… but let’s be real, they’d prolly eat popcorn and giggle, if not even forget completely about the movie after a while and do their stuff or leave.
Would my character…
⒈Marry them? Yes | No | maybe⒉Have sex on the first date? Yes | No ⒊Confess their attraction first? Yes | No | unknown⒋Have children/adopt? Yes | No ⒌Die for your character? Yes | No | unknown⒍Cheat on your character? Yes | No ⒎Lie to them? Yes | No ⒏Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
⒈ *coughs coughs* he’d say it’s for tax benefits.⒉ Doubt they’d even need a date⒊ ”if you don’t make it sound like a crime, why be afraid of sayin’ it.” proceeds to take ages to say it anyway.⒋“Frank they called me dad do I look that old.” ⒌ Still up to debate, but could happen 👀👀⒍ If Frank wants to keep it monogamous, he’s won’t go against it.⒎ He’d try to contain himself, but old habits die hard if needed.⒏ Oh, please
Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex:
Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates:
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No
Have sex on the first date? Yes | No
Confess their attraction first? Yes | No
Have children/adopt? Yes | No
Die for your character? Yes | No
Cheat on your character? Yes | No
Lie to them? Yes | No
Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
And so, the meeting had finally ended.
The man was more relieved than one would have expected him to be: sure, it had been business, to get into the circle, but the logorrheic way of talking that anyone who had expressed themselves -and that surprisingly hadn’t started any quarrel- had his ears weep. Especially because nothing profitable, of the market, deals had been displayed, just mere conjectures about the morality of commerce that the city should’ve followed. And now, after all those big words that nobody would’ve followed anyway -he knew. He could tell at first glance being someone knee deeps in the matter- all he needed was a cigarette and perhaps a coffee. Why did they even need it to put it so early in the morning? “Morning”, or whatever the clocks and the artificial lights of the underwater city that he had yet not accustomized to tried to tell you.
So, immersed in his thoughts, Sinclair made his way out the council room, walking down the steps of the structure in direction of the bathysphere, throwing some absent greets around in response to others, with the only plan to find a spot to properly wake up. This until his eye was caught by the other man that, along with him, had been prevalently silent during the debate. Frank Fontaine, was it? He knew, embarrassingly, very little about him, and maybe this was the occasion to get to know the fella better. So, there he was few seconds later walking rapidly -almost trotting- in his direction to catch up.
“Mr.Fontaine” Augustus almost purred with his trademark, sly grin as he got to his side, taking out his cigarette holder to place a stick on it, meticulously but somehow still gracefully. “marvelled to see you somewhat alive after all that chitterin’ nonsense in there. You’ve got plans or can I fancy you to a cafeteria for somethin’ warm to shake your bones up?”
“Jus’ needed to see whether I was dealin’ with the actual Atlas, or another facetious masquerade, sorry for that sport.” He chuckled quietly, soon releasing the other man from his definitely abrupt grip. “Can’t trust anyone nowadays, you know? Identity’s an hobby like another in Rapture by now.” Eventually, he took a step back, observing him from head to toes and humming a moment, looking almost impressed at the end of his analysis. Fontaine really did a job taking his resemblances, mixing with the crowd. And by what he got from the pained exclamation, the accent as well was something to be terrified of.
“You were lookin’ a bit too lost for being him as I reckon him to be. Either that, or I’m gonna die in the next few seconds.”
Yeah Sinclair’s just going to get the stink eye from Atlas, the Irishman smoothing his hair back into it’s proper hairstyle. He lets out a huff before letting out a groan. “Fuckin’ Fontaine.”
Oh Atlas knew of the business man’s identity theft stunt alright. He got kidnapped for it and held where no one would find him for fuck’s sake. “Aye yer safe. I ain’t tha’ bloody wanker of an arsehole. Why he chose me of all people, I’d really like ter know. I ain’t the kinda person ter just ‘old a revolution like tha’.” He prefers having his smaller ones by just feeding the people that Ryan seems to want to ignore.
Sinclair didn’t give much weight to the “original”’s annoyance towards his gesture -although completely justified- and just kind of approached him by the front by circling around the irishman like a shark, settling himself in the other’s line of sight, just in case. Dogs bark to what’s before and bite what’s behind them. Usually.
“Must be your pretty face. Not tryin’ to flirt here, worry not, just an observation, you see: ‘spite all, I reckon that the cover of a book is the first thing that’s gonna attract the reader, ain’t that so sport?” He took a moment to slide out a package of cigarettes, taking one between his teeth to light it a moment later with a match. “Exotic accents, too. You’ve gotta play with the audience an’ make em focus on how unique yet human you are to have ‘em trust you, then it’s gonna be only uphills. My surprise is that you are somewhat still alive, that’s a less Fontaine thing to do.” He offered the sticks to him. “Fancy one?”
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