#drunkens

[tipsys]

closed for: @drunkens.

"so, mister artist..." pacey looks away from the clouds to turn to face him, shifting to lie on her side. she'd convinced him to take a break from whatever funk he was in to spend time together in his backyard. and, well, the redhead is quite persuasive, so here they lie cloud gazing. "what's your view on dreams?" she will forgo mentioning the opinion of her boyfriend, his best friend, as the contents of last night is really what she wants to discuss.

[tipsys]

closed for @drunkens: any muses (pls zan is just a sweetie who has a limited romantic/sexual knowledge so she can be dense... i adore her. bonus if they're pursuing her and she hasn't realized it bc they haven't worded it as "do you want to go on a date?")

her eyes aren't on them but on her food, fork swirling the pasta as a smile grips her face. "i just..." a lighthearted sigh filters from her chest. "don't really know how to explain it, but things feel lighter with you... y'know? is that a thing?"

[tipsys]

closed for @drunkens: any muses (something something something first time with vip access to a musical festival (reporter, new to the industry, a fan who won a contest, etc) vs musician for which it's old hat)

had seen them before her set, wallflowering by the edge of the stage, like they weren't sure if someone had made a mistake in giving them access. so when security was giving them a hard time as she was leaving the stage (reasonably so-- they weren't wearing their wrist band in addition to the lanyard), nadia had no trouble stepping in despite the roar of the crowd still evident a mere 20 feet away. "hey, no, i-- i can vouch. they're fine, promise." flashes a placating smile that works, sending the guard walking away with a soft huff.

[tipsys]

closed for @drunkens: any historical muse! ( nobility or knight, for raúl to even consider disobeying the king they would have to have a close bond; whether or not the two have admitted the weight of their bond is another ball game entirely. )

"the king wants you dead." jaw tenses at the mere notion of what his monotonously spoken words say. he's been waiting at their home ever since he got the order hours prior, with dusk casting a dark shadow over the cottage's main area the knight was all but camouflaged to the stone. "and i am to be the one to do it. his chosen one, and what have you." gaze never flinching, needing, searching for theirs.

[tipsys]

closed for @drunkens: any muse ( social ball... y/m & cerdic have found refuge somewhere for a moment together. )

while not completely darkened, lust fills his gaze as he looks down to the one kneeling before him. as their hands begin unfastening his pants, a smirk quirks the corners of his lips. "oh, remind me--- you do have space on your dance card correct? would hate to risk a faux pas here."

[tipsys]

closed for @drunkens: any muses ( oh to find the king's second son under the moonlight in the castle's gardens... it may not be a full moon, but the temperate weather & his pleasant disposition bids a mighty consolation prize )

ought to be in his room at this hour of night, or, at the very least, under the watchful eye of his royal advisor-sanctioned knight (who, euan snuck out via the window to avoid)... not lying underneath the stars between rows of manicured azalea bushes. his tower-esque suite felt suffocating, however, and euan figured that if his family was so hell-bent on him living by the heavens, he might as well be under them. one arm is bent beneath his head as a cushion for his graying hair, while his legs are crossed at the ankles. eyes glitter with the stars above him. "if you have grandiose ideas of my retreat inside, i fear you must get ready to drag me in or abandon all ye hope."

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