#bastralle

[dediguedin]

    "The way you speak of mermaids, I might think you truly believe them to exist."

     Cyrus hiccups before sweeping over into a giggle almost seamlessly. The night has gone rather fuzzy; perhaps he misheard.

@bastralle

[grandschemed]

@bastralle / from here

of course leon would laugh at his sentiment.  carving their initials into a willow, matching tattoos, the nerve!

unamused, erhardt shakes his head as he continues to pack his things.  “had your fun yet?” he inquires with a coy quirk of his traitorous lips — he never was able to resist leon’s charm.  looking away, erhardt rubs the nape of his neck, searching for words to confess that he cares, but not too much.  “if you have ideas for matching tattoos, i’m all ears,” erhardt muses while considering what he’d like to get a tattoo of if such a creative impulse possessed him.  a lion would be inspiring.  or perhaps, a flaming sword?  

gods.

“so long as it isn’t ... a mug of mead or ... come to think of it, do you have a tattoo of a sea serpent, old friend?”

[forideals-a]

bastralle replied to your post: ooc;; … RDR2 has a score?

also generic white guy cowboy voice won performance i cannot believe

YURI LOWENTHALL’S SPIDERMAN DID A BETTER VOICE PERFORMANCE IN ONE SINGLE SCENE AT THE END OF SPIDEY 2018 THAN MOST VAS GET TO DO IN THEIR LIVES, HE DESERVED THAT AWARD 10 TIMES OVER

[dediguedin]

"I love when you wear your hair down."

@bastralle

     Fingers fidget, worrying over the loose locks kissing the nape of his neck, brushing the crisp white collar of his undershirt. Cyrus' gaze shifts from the mirror to the man, sunlit and glowing in the bright beams of the morning. "Truly? I don't know that I-" he trails off, the soft pink dust of his cheeks betraying the thought- I don't know that I've worn it down except to bed.

     He snorts, taming his smile into something a little more playful. "Perhaps I may indulge you today." With a few more flicks through his hair for good measure, Cyrus stands back from his vanity, pulling a black silk ribbon into his hand before he makes his way across the room. Slipping the fabric back and forth between the pads of his fingers, he sinks into the edge of the bed. Leaning over, planting a soft kiss to Leon's forehead, he lingers, remaining close. "Would you mind indulging me as well, love? I'd rather like to see you wear your hair up!"

[forideals-a]

bastralle replied to your post “ooc;; man now that smash is like. relevant. and this blog is like....”

that game was honestly so underrated

[dediguedin]

wow, cyrus looks awfully ticklish tonight. good thing leon is here to -- tickle him!

@bastralle

     Cyrus’ laughter erupts at the first brush of Leon’s fingers gliding over his sides. Curling, he pulls his arms in defensively as the onslaught continues. “Leon!” He gasps, his breaths cut short by the rush of laughter that rolls from deep within. The skin of his sides and stomach always were a weak spot, one it hadn’t taken long for his lover to note. Tears well at the edges of his eyes,  "Oh… eh-enough, please!“

[inspiritingplums]

Starter for @bastralle || muse- Kit 

Kit’s never spent much time on a ship other than a river ferry before. This is a new experience, though it’s docked. Those fellows- Mikk and Makk- They seemed rowdy but good spirited, and had directed him here to the Captain’s Cabin to speak with him.

He was looking for work, plainly put. He needed money and wanted to see more of the world- what better way than to try doing some odd jobs for a merchant’s ship? Besides, the skills he had acquired working for the circus troupe had been mostly cleaning, setting stages and acting. Limited and specialized skills at best, though singing on street corners had been keeping him fed the last week or so.

He knocked. “Er, is Captain Bastralle present?” He asked as clearly as he could. Kit was a late bloomer and cracks were still evident in his voice even in his late teens. It maddened him, but... “My name is Kit, er. I heard you might have an opening for a cabin boy?”

[xblazingblade]

"I think I may have seen you before..."

The voice doesn’t sound at all familiar, though that doesn’t mean an awful lot in the grand scheme of things. In the years that Erhardt has been wandering, he’s crossed paths with more people than he can count, doing little deeds here and there as some desperate snatch at repentance for his actions. He’s traveled all over, seen cities that, in his youth, he might never have even imagined venturing to. So, it would be no surprise to him at all if the stranger trying to catch his attention is someone he’s come across at some point in his travels.

He turns on his heel, coming face to face with a man that he certainly would have remembered meeting - if he’s remembered, then it’s from afar for certain. Resplendent, draped in blue fabrics with hair nearly the same shade as Erhardt’s own, and brilliant azure eyes, he’s a sight to behold, and the tone of his skin tells of a man who has spent much time out in the sun. “If we’ve met before, I cannot recall it,” he admits, his tone light-hearted but curious all the same. “Though we may have crossed paths at one point or another. I’ve been all over the southeast of Orsterra in the past year or so.”