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Briar To say that the male wasn't trying his best not to faint at the words from Tolkon was true. He had to play it off with a nervous smile, and a lot of blinking. Sure, he was used to flirting but this was absolute torture. He had nearly fallen at the comment Tolkon had made when he redid the fire pit. But he had rather gracefully composed himself afterwards. But at the mention of joining him for a bath, the man had to say if he wasn't extremely frazzled at the thought he was. He definitely not thinking about the prospects at the suggestion and he could feel his face getting redder by the second ; get your damn mind out of the gutter, he chided himself. And he gave a rather shocked look, and then tilted his head a bit. It was a bit interesting this little banter and dance between them, nothing too serious, but actually quite fun to do. This was different than other relationships he's been in with other people. He wondered if him being a witch would change things between them, he hoped it didn't because that would be rather disappointing in his opinion. But now he focused on giving the male a coherent response, without him stuttering on his own words. "Hmm." He said rather coyly, "that sounds rather, tempting." He said with a teasing look on his face, as if he had really considered the idea, "but, I'll have to decline, pretty boy. For now at least." He said rather assuredly, but he could feel his ears redden a bit at the mention of if he needed anything, "oh, uh, no, no I didn't need anything at the moment." He said his voice a bit flustered, and his wide eyes conveying that emotion. He then decided to rather gracefully make his exit to his room. And he shuts his door and locks it. He then went into his restroom, and began pouring the warm water into the baths he was going to take. And so he then began undressing once his bath was prepared and he settled into his bath, the lavander scent of the bath bombs filling his nose as he lay in the water for a bit before continuing to wash and clean himself. And once he was done, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. And let the water out, and then sat down on a stool and began to use a honey and strawberry scented lotion on his body to make sure that he didn't have any ash or cracked skin. Afterwards he got up and went to the mirror in the bathroom and began to clean and scrub his face, it was a little red afterwards, but he then used a moisturizer for it. After that he begins braiding his hair and then pins it in place on his head, it being into a Dutch braid and tying it with a purple ribbon because he liked the color purple. Afterwards he went back to his room and put on some undergarments and then his warm cotton pants, and a thick white robe. And then some socks for his feet so they wouldn't be cold. He didn't care that his chest was a bit visible, he was just focused on getting some tea so he could get some rest before his journey tomorrow. And so he unlocked and opened his door - not minding the man in his house and continuing as normal. He went to his cabinets, and got two cups out, and then noticed his dishes. Giving a small hum as he moved and got the empty plates of Tolkon, and leaning in front of him. Not caring about his chest being exposed, if one were to look carefully they would notice a few pretty beauty marks on it, and some trailing along his neck, and loose strands of his raven hair was stuck to his neck. And his hair tied back by the ribbon, and he took the plates and dishes and then began washing them. And soon the soft clatter of dishes could be heard as he used a clean towel to dry them off, and then he put the dishes away. He then began using a raspberry, blueberry, peach & mango flavored tea blend. He then used fresh honey and fresh lemons in the tea, and then let it steep for a minute in the hot water before blowing off both cups a bit. He gave a soft hum of content as he sipped his tea, and then opened his icebox to get old day old chocolate cherry cupcakes. And he placed the small tray on the coffee table and placed the cup of tea in front of Tolkon with a small smile. And he hoped he liked tea. " Hope you like tea. If you'd prefer something else I have wine and I might offer coffee, but I have a limited amount of creamer." he informed the male standing as he took a sip of his own cup of warm tea. And then motioned to the cupcakes saying, "and some sweets for after the meal. They're scratch made." He said with a smile. And he thought it would be appropriate to be a little bit sassy, and so with an impish grin he said, "Now is there anything else that you need my dragon lord." He says dramatically, with a good natured tone. |
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Tolkon could see that nervous smile grow on Briar's face. He couldn't help but return his own smile, though his was a lot more cocky and more daring compared to Briar's. He scoffed lightly, watching the man, looking Briar up and down in a rather flirtatious manner. He hummed softly, rubbing his face with his hand before his eyes simply stared at Briar. He felt this certain numbness in his leg where he had been wounded, and couldn't help but slightly readjust, though you could tell he was uncomfortable. Would he say anything about it? No. Tolkon figured that being more nonchalant was probably more entertaining, honestly. Tolkon couldn't help but let the slightest smirk turn his lips upwards when seeing Briar's face turn to a tomato red. "The thought's endearing, isn't it?" He said playfully, leaning forwards slightly.
Tolkon smiled even more at the words pretty boy. His face lit up in a way that there was the slightest pink hue to his smooth cheeks. "I'd hope that offer is taken up sooner rather than later," he said. Tolkon leaned back, sinking into the sofa before he had watched Briar had spoken with a flustered tone, causing Tolkon to give a slight exhale of his nose. In a way, he was scoffing at Briar, but also at himself for how many thoughts ran through his mind about this man he had only just met. All because he saved a life.
And for what?
"I suppose if you do need anything, I'll be here," Tolkon responded, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. Tolkon watched Briar leave to his bathroom, seeing him undress slightly before entering the room entirely. Tolkon hummed softly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck before hearing the door lock. He looked at his knife for a second before he had set it down gently on the table in front of him, deciding he would do some sort of snooping. Besides, he needed to know what he was getting into. Would this be worth his time? Would he want to stay? Would he want to leave after looking around?
The first thing that Tolkon did notice is that the home had some sort of warming feeling to it. Maybe it was the embers from the fire, crackling every few moments that simply reminded Tolkon of a simpler time that made this place feel warm, or maybe it was because of the general aura. Briar seemed like a well put-together man, one who had his life together and understood morals and the difference between right and wrong. Briar probably knew the answer to keep someone happy. Tolkon huffed at the thought, grabbing his empty bowl and placing it in the sink. He thought about maybe doing the dishes, but honestly, Tolkon had no interest in doing something like that. Let alone for someone who really was a stranger.
Tolkon continued walking around, making sure to be rather light on his feet. Whatever he would find, Tolkon hoped it would be worth the snooping and the rummaging. But so far, nothing really had caught his eye. Maybe it was the fact that right now, Tolkon really could care less. To be fair, Briar was willingly housing a man that didn't technically need to be saved considering his own beliefs. Tolkon still found it odd that Briar had decided to help a half-dead man. Tolkon shook his head at the thought, continuing through the house before he stopped in his tracks.
Tolkon huffed softly to himself before hearing Briar getting out of the bath. "Shit," Tolkon mumbled under his breath, moving back towards the couch. He looked around for a moment before sitting down again, this time practically taking up all the space on the couch. He placed his head neatly on one of the pillows, put his feet up, and closed his eyes. His arms were crossed across his chest, and after a moment, he opened his eyes to see in his peripherals that familiar frame of Briar.
Tolkon looked over, seeing the man in what appeared to be rather warm pants and a robe, his chest showing. Tolkon raised his eyebrows in fascination, not caring whether or not Briar had seen his reaction. He watched as the man moved over to the kitchen, in which Tolkon watched from afar, turning his head to get a full view of what he was seeing. "This would be a nice view to wake up to every morning," he said, unsure of whether or not Briar could hear him clear enough. Either way, Tolkon could appreciate his own flirty comments. He found them amusing.
Tolkon sat up, seeing Briar bring over cupcakes and tea. "You just know how to serve, don't you?" Tolkon hummed softly, taking the tea from Briar. "Thank you," he said quietly. His eyes then sparkled at the mention of wine. "You have, uh, whiskey, or do you prefer to keep that manly stuff out of your house?" Tolkon bantered playfully, taking a swig of the tea before placing the cup down on the coffee table. "An Irish coffee doesn't sound too bad at this hour," Tolkon continued on.
"Well my little sheep, I believe your dragon lord is satisfied," Tolkon returned the same tone with a smirk, though his was seemingly more lustful. |
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