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Post by pulp on Mar 22, 2013 0:06:46 GMT -5
The humidity was awful, and it did awful things to Baha's hair. It made it curl out and become even more of a tangled mass than it usually was. The brunet had gathered most of the mane up into a sort of runner's tail, although instead of using anything to actually tie it off he just knotted off a tangle of it. Chores were seen to, and instead of grabbing lunch Bahari found himself taking his sweet time in a leisurely stroll out through the weyrbowl. It being so hot and sticky certainly quelled almost all appetite he could muster. Not even a cool glass of wine sounded all that appetizing.
What did sound nice was a dip in the lake.
The thought had crossed Bahari's mind when he glanced upon it, and as the crafter neared it the sight of that water only confirmed his initial thought. Yes. He needed this. Bahari had no problem scooting right on up to the edge of the water, and at once began pulling off his clothing. First his tunic was pulled over his head, his boots abandoned in steps towards the shore, and finally his trousers shucked down his calves. The small clothes did stay on this time around, any other time he would've been fine with prancing into the water as naked as the day he was born, but he wasn't outwardly that lewd. Not yet.
As Bahari moved into the waters, hissing a bit at the sudden coolness, he finally got in around waist-deep before turning to look at his things. Sometime during his entrance into the lake Hatsya had winked in from between and went about collecting his things into an orderly little pile, grumbling and warbling his frustrations as he went to set it up all nice and neat. Shards. Just letting your clothes get all sprawled out like that was so unnecessary.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 25, 2013 21:56:18 GMT -5
Death, destruction, families at war, politics gone wrong? Of course Damion was back in the area.
The day was far too warm to be wearing clothes, but the man had recently discovered people opbjected to him walking around completely naked. Honestly, prudes. There was a reason why he'd left Trelis in the first place, and while their inability to have fun wasn't one of those reasons, it was a reason not to enjoy coming back. At least Damiosk was still asleep. That was one of the brilliant parts of being a wherhandler, he supposed, a partner to be active with at night, but an entire day just to play with his own toys and not worry about it at all. Well... Worry to an extent. The minute someone caught sight of Damiosk that knew them the game was up. Honestly there was a reason he so rarely left his toys alive. Tattletales, the lot of them.
That was another reason Damion was out strolling by the lake, toying with a knife in his hands as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It only took one person to go: "Don't I know you...?" For the blonde man to turn on his charming side. He wasn't ready to be staked out for Thread to munch on just yet, thank you very much. There were far too many games to be played for that.
Speaking of games...
Was Damion openly admiring the candidate that had just stepped into the water? Yes, yes he was. Though he couldn't say he knew him (ooooh new toys!) personally, he certainly wasn't bad to look at and that cleaning thing his firelizard was doing? If only he could get one of those beasts to clean up after his art, that would be amazing. "Clever firelizard you have there, training must have been a nightmare." He called, grinning easily as he stepped closer to the water. He hadn't wanted a swim, but it was far from him to ever go past the chance to get in the same space as a half naked (mostly naked or fully clothed) body, be it male or female. Men were always a little more fun to play with though. "Isn't this weather just disgusting? Makes me wish it would just hurry up and rain."
Not had he'd stopped playing with that knife the entire time he was talking, nor did that arrogantly handsome smile leave his face. Game on.
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Post by pulp on Mar 25, 2013 22:23:55 GMT -5
Bahari's vision slid up from his firelizard to the approaching figure, and for a moment his mouth curved into a satisfied grin. Thank you, someone who finally noticed how well-trained he kept his firelizard. Hatsya seemed to take a small bit of offense at being called well trained. Hmmf, perhaps he just was naturally this clean, wasn't that rude to go about making statements such as that. The blue cheeped, a bit miffed, and went back to making sure that pile of clothes was all set in order (even nosing over those creases so attentively) before he made to scramble up on top of the whole thing and sit down. Despite his efforts to keep his attention on Bahari those whirling eyes of his kept pulling back to the new, unfamiliar figure warily.
Bahari, clearly, was having the same problem of keeping his eyes on Damion, although that was more because the man seemed to be making an effort to actually carry a conversation.
"Of course he's clever, even if I had ended up with the most dim-witted lizard I would've done my best to train him well. Luckily Hatsya is no such thing." Puh-lease, Bahari wouldn't have been able to deal with anything slow. The crafter rubbed at his chest idly, splashing up some of the cool water onto his skin there and delighting in the feel of it. "Training him was pretty easy, he was quite the willing pupil so I never had too many issues." And the issues he did have the two of them managed to have smoothed out early on in their little bond. The firelizard was, now, an absolute gem.
"That makes two of us wishing for some rain. Shards, I wouldn't even mind a show with it too, a nice storm should liven things up." He shrugged a bit, stepping backwards and deeper into the lake and pausing to dunk himself. Wait, wait, what had he seen right before he had gone underwater? Had that stranger been playing with a knife? Bahari re-surfaced soon, and after smoothing back the clinging, wet strands of hair from his face he sought out to confirm that assumption. Yep, yep there it was, a knife in his hand and a smile on his face. "I'm guessing you don't mind a bit of a loud storm either, people who toss around knives usually don't get scared from a bit of thunder or lightning."
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Post by Mystery on Mar 26, 2013 0:15:49 GMT -5
It wasn't, of course, Damion's fault that he completely misinterpreted that smug look. Of course it was for him, was there anything better looking than Damion? Not likely in this world. Sure it could have been something like to do with his firelizard. Who was proud of those little things anyway? When the blue cheeped, Damion's ice like eyes flickered to him briefly, but the charming smile didn't alter even a fraction. His interest soon left the blue as he sat on the clothes though. Now that he was done showing off his one and only talent anyway.
"Of course, a pets discipline reflects on its owner. Have you had him very long?" Damion wasn't sure he cared, really, but polite conversation was a good thing for now. At least until he knew his new toy a little better. "His name is Hatsya? What an interesting name, however did you come up with that?" The action of splashing water automatically distracted him, and there was a pause as Damion simply took a moment to admire. Hm, evidently he was going to have to spend more time at Trelis. It was hard to focus, actually, without having Damiosk to pull back in, his own desires began to actually take precedence. That was a lot of hair, just what would it look like soaked with blood? And how much would it take to get it soaked?
"Willing pupils are... rare and excellent things. I've yet to find someone that truly stands up to my... standards and endurance. It's a tough training process." He was practically purring and his eyes weren't on Hatsya, rather on a point on Bahari's neck. But just as quickly, he was ducking under the water and he was forced to blink and look back at the blue firelizard, then at the knife in his hand. Another grin darted across his features, along with an almost sheepish shrug. "Sometimes I forget I'm holding her. But no, I love a good storm. They're powerful things, quite enjoyable too. With the right person."
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Post by pulp on Mar 26, 2013 0:34:12 GMT -5
"He's ah, seven turns now?" Bahari shrugged, keeping his focus on the other person. "Had him before I went to Sollace." He seemed to take the compliment, if you could call it in, in stride without gloating about it too much. Bahari was proud of many things, but having a well behaved flitt should be common practice, or so he believed, and not some oddity that was worth pointing out. He scrunched up his eyes at the question. "I work plotting out stars, you come across a lot of weird names, some of them sound nice." He didn't exactly answer the question and smiled a bit sweetly in Damion's direction. The man looked charming, and that was always a plus. Bahari certainly didn't mind spending time with a good bit of eye-candy, however if the guy turned out to be a deadglow, oh shells, no amount of eye candy could make up for that.
"A tough training process? Well it sounds like you either don't find anything that has enough backbone. Don't tell me you have an eye for the weak willed or timid?" Bahari actually laughed at that, a hand moving up to cover his lips at the motion. "Obedience isn't something that's just found in just anything, you have to work to get that under control." They were still talking about firelizards...right? Well, no, probably no, because the man seemed set on having his eyes on Bahari and it didn't sound like the type of talk relating to flitts. He quirked a brow up at how he addressed the knife, her? Oh wasn't that peculiar.
"Mnn, she looks like she has a bit of bite, I doubt she'd like to be forgotten." Bahari spoke in an almost sing-song voice, turning to the side and wading in a bit deeper into the water, shooting the tease at the man with a look from the corner of his eye. "Well of course they're enjoyable, such a display of raw, uncontrollable power always serves as a nice thrill and is a good enough reminder to some to keep from getting too comfortable." Bahari dropped his gaze to the surface of the water, his hands moving to gather up his wet hair and twist it a bit before slinging it over one of his shoulders in some attempt to get the heavy, warm mass off of his neck.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 26, 2013 17:34:02 GMT -5
Damion of Damiosk
[/i][/center] "Seven turns? That's dedication right there." He'd only had Damiosk for a few, four or so, wasn't it now? He wasn't sure he'd be able to pay attention to a pet for so long. They were such... needy little things. Clever, certainly, but the last thing he needed was something to take care of and then he'd get bored and he'd have to kill it and it would be a shame. THough at least a firelizard Damiosk could probably eat to dispose of it. Humans were much harder to get rid of if you didn't have the time to make them into little bitty pieces and Damiosk was so picky about his eating habits. "You're from Sollace? What on Pern brings you back to the weyr? Everyone's so... stuffy here." If it wasn't for this bit of excitement, Dami wouldn't be anywhere near it. With a flight was a hatching, and with hatching came chaos and with chaos there was always a chance for blood. "Ah, a star crafter then. Some of them do indeed, but it wasn't the stars name I asked about." A sweet smile was given in return (though on Damion it just came out cheeky, he couldn't do "sweet" anymore). "Weak willed? Shards no. Nothing could be more boring than a weakling or timidity." Or more of a turn off. He sounded utterly disgusted by the thought, expression twisting into one of severe distaste. He loved it when people were afraid, when the breathing was heavy, the blood flowing quickly and they were afraid because they wanted and knew they shouldn't. There was a difference between attractive fear and unattractive fear. Unattractive fear just got him bored. "Unfortunately, Pern just doesn't seem to breed anything with the... stamina, for my training." A smirk formed at the laugh, Damion's eyes drifting once again to that blue and then back to the owner - the much more interesting of the two. "Obedience isn't always the most fun either. I like a challenge. A game, if you will. Unfortunately, many seem to simple to understand that." Oh someone who appreciated beauty in a weapon. Or at least knew how to talk to one. Quite suddenly, Damion's smile was just a shade warmer, and that dangerous tint left his eyes. "She does. Nor do I. Would you like to meet her?" Okay, nope. Danger was still there. Even more so the more the talk of the storms went on. Damion loved storms. "Everything about them is rather... satisfying. The power. The beauty. The danger. There are other ways to make sure people don't get comfortable... Do you want a hand with that?" He changed his track of speech swiftly, nodding to the heavy mass of hair his new toy was lifting up. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 26, 2013 23:26:56 GMT -5
"Dedication and an eye for making sure things are done right." Bahari spoke up briskly, and didn't have to look towards Hatsya to know the firelizard was probably looking quite proud of himself. Sure, it helped that his natural temperament was quite pleasing. He may have only been a blue, but shards did he know what he was doing. Baha snorted a bit, rolling his eyes. "Oh believe me I know they're stuffy here. I'm not from Sollace, that's just where I was for my craft." Granted he didn't actually say why he had come back, but if the sharding man wanted to know he could always inquire further. "Apparently I was found suitable to be a candidate before I left, and here I am, still suitable and recruited into the possible stock of renewable airforce." Oh was that a hint of humor and sarcasm seeded in there? Why yes, yes it was.
"Sounds like you need to lower your expectations or start looking in the right places." Bahari was back to the smarm, smiling and shaking his head a bit in the cool water. "And if you still can't find the right things, I would fashion a guess it's what you're picking that's off. Obedience breeds comfort, and idle hands always to the worst kind of work that only brings problems." And oh didn't Bahari know a bit about that, granted his was more on the side of social games and strategies rather than anything downright painful--although there had been that lovely fisher-girl who had showed him a thing or two about how to tie knots. Ah, nevertheless, idle time always happened to breed complications. "A nice game is exactly what keeps things going, shards, even winning a game isn't all that fun because that means that it's over."
If anyone loved a good game, shards, Bahari was it.
"Meet her? I do believe I still need to meet you, formally, of course." Bahari gave the man a honeyed smile and turned a bit more away from him, leaning back to wet his hair again in the lake. "A hand with this?" Bahari's expression turned a bit surprised when the man had piped up with that question after going on for a bit. "Not if you plan on cutting it off, but otherwise I certainly don't mind a helping hand." And that was about as much of an invitation that Bahari was going to tease him with. If the charming individual before him needed it to be spelled out--and thus far it certainly didn't seem like he did--than clearly he wasn't the right type Bahari could find himself having any fun with.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 27, 2013 0:35:47 GMT -5
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[/i][/center] "Ah, so things have to be done right. Of course. Perhaps you should meet mine some time, maybe you'll be able to teach him some manners." And shards, Damiosk needed it. If ever there was a creature that was even more loving of blood than he was, it was that garnet wher. If it wasn't for Damion pulling him back constantly, he was fairly sure he woould have been sent away. Honestly, Damiosk, you couldn't understand the need for caution now could you? Naturally, asking this boy to work with him would just lead to bloodshed, but you couldn't say that Damion didn't try to warn him. "And where are you from, then? Oh shards, be glad you got out of Sollace, a more boring place I've never been." People in Sollace, ugh, they weren't even worthwhile toys. All set upon for perfection and studying and it was really just pathetic. Imagine them having a little fun and they might nearly strangle themselves with their lacings on their corsets. As much as sometimes it was the prim and proper ones that were the best games... there was a limit. Shards there was a limit. Another smirk shot across his features then. THis kid was a candidate? Oh even more perfect. It had been almost forever since he'd had a game with a rider or candidate. "Psh. Dragons. You want a wher, they're much more fun. Less intelligent perhaps, but so passionate about everything. Still... if anyone would look absolutely ravishing in wherhide... It might just be you, future rider. Though they do say they only take the best." Was he teasing? Maybe, it was kinda hard to tell with Damion, responding to that sarcasm with gentle laughter and a wink. Just because there was no evidence of that didn't mean anything, right? "Does that mean you know the right places? I lower my expectations for nothing and no one." As he spoke, he toed his boots off, contemplating kicking them towards the blue, and decided against it. He had to be nice to his toy's pet for now. For now. Don't think you were off the hook Hatsya. "Unfortunately, I could be a bit picky." He admitted, as though it was something he was deeply ashamed of, something he could barely admit out loud. Picky? Damion? Not really, for long term toys, perhaps, but when he just wanted to watch and play with blood, well then just about anyone that had vocal chords would do. He wanted them to be able to scream and scream well. "Perhaps you could help me the next time I go looking, you seem to know well what you speak of. And I certainly wouldn't mind someone to... give me a hand, so to speak." Oh this one. This one was good, he liked this one. This one might actually live through the game that had already started in Damion's mind. "Depends on the reward at the end. Some games, with the right opponent, each win is only another score on the board. The game never ends. Those are the good ones, if only more people shared your outlook." Well that wasn't a refusal to meet his lovely blade~, it wasn't a request either, but that would change with time. In time, he'd ask for the blade before the name. Maybe. There was time yet to see if this toy would be worth it. "Oh how remiss of me! Damion. I do hope it will be a pleasure to meet you. Your name was?" Shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and dumping it rather uncerimoniously over his boots, the young man laughed outright at the careful answer, shaking his head with another quick shrug. "Why cut it? There's more to play with when it's long like that. It was just an offer, candidate." That being said, he kicked the rest of his clothes with them, cautiously placing his knife on the pile. Hopefully, he wouldn't be needing that particular weapon. Stepping into the water, there was a moment in which Damion simply had to stop and sigh happily at the cool touch of water on his skin. Nicer than standing in the sticky heat by far. Why hadn't he done this earlier? Making his way slowly over to his new toy, the wherhandler paused before attempting to slide his hand under the heavy mass of hair to help manage it. "I find it's more fun when there's more anyway."[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 27, 2013 1:09:16 GMT -5
"Of course, if you're training something it ought to be done right, getting sloppy or lazy breeds overconfidence or a lax set of rules, and that can't happen." Bahari grinned, and oh had he known he was talking about a wher things might be a little bit different. "If I teach any manners I expect something in return, and while I might be a good instructor in that sense it doesn't necessarily mean I listen to them myself." Oh there was a bit of a coyness to the way Bahari spoke that, although the look melted away into something akin to distaste when the topic of Sollace brought up. "Oh plenty boring, filled with perfectionists and people who need to loosen up a bit, granted there's always a way to get them to undo a bit of their wraps, you just have to play that game right." Oh he did miss the social games of the Hold, at least people were far more hung up on rumors there than any Weyr. "And I happened to have been raised here, in Trelis. I know it's dreadfully exciting, isn't it?"
"A wher? You know I won't deny that wherhide probably would suit me well, but let's face it I could probably wear anything well." There was a touch of that sassy confidence, and the brunet tilted his head to the side. "And while I do agree that passion is a nice spark to have, it's completely wasted if there's no intelligence to go with it. I get bored if there's nothing to keep my intellectual appetite up, and if I get bored, well shards, I move on." He accompanied the last bit with a waving motion of his hand and a nonchalant look. It was, really, just as simple as that. He did smile when he saw the other individual start to pull off his clothing. Oh? Was he going to finally be joined by the other person? "If I do know the right places why would I let you know now that I know you're interested in that sort of information? That would be telling, and it wouldn't be any fun if I just told you anything. Besides, if I'm lending any hands anywhere it's not going to be out of the goodness of my heart, I do expect something in return."
Oh please, Bahari was no charity worker.
The brunet raised an eyebrow, biting back another smile. Oh did he find someone else who enjoyed a bit of gaming? How wonderful, and based on the man's talk thus far he seemed to be more than just a fleeting bit of play. He certainly managed to keep up, and shards, he didn't even know his name yet. Bahari hummed a bit, chewing on the inside of his cheek and tilting his head up a notch when there was finally a name to match with that lovely face. "Damion, well I say we're rather well met. My name wasn't given yet, but I suppose I could offer it in trade, Bahari." He smiled openly at Damion, idly catching the sight of Hatsya moving back on the shore. After the wherhandler had moved into the water and deposited his things the blue had scurried over, mumbling under his breath, and going about to gently brush any dirt and sand off of the pile of clothes Damion had left on the shore. The flitt, however, didn't make any motion to actually move or fold any of it like he had done for his own Human's, namely because he wasn't given permission to do that much. See? Hatsya was very intelligent.
Bahari, meanwhile, made no effort to act demure or coy about his line of gaze when Damion made his way into the water. Shard it, he could appreciate a nice eye-full if he wanted to, he certainly wasn't as uptight about it as Holdfolk were (and oh did he have a vulgar little mouth on him). Bahari arched a fine eyebrow when Damion paused, a more satisfied smirk curving over his lips when the man moved to slide his hand under his hair. The starcrafter willingly turned his neck in such a way to aid the motion, sighing a bit. "Oh it's far more fun when there's more of it, and sure it's a pain in the heat and weather, but I find it worth all that hassle."
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Post by Mystery on Mar 27, 2013 11:41:45 GMT -5
Damion of Damiosk
[/i][/center] "Certainly not. And yet it's always so hard to be consistent, I find. Whoever said anything about it being for free. I always reward a job well done." This toy was fascinating. Everything from the expressions on his face, the way he talked and the interesting conjunction of sly humour and snark was just... Where had this toy been turns ago? He hated finding toys late, it was never fun to think of them going off and doing other things when he had been suffering boredom. Shards those months that relations were forbidden because of the young bond? He'd nearly smothered Damiosk right then and there. Talk about frustration. "Whoever listens to their own advice? You're not the first and I highly doubt you'll be the last." Was he grinning? Yes, that odd expression was a genuine grin. He was enjoying this conversation. It had been so long since he'd enjoyed a conversation. Intelligence was so hard to come by. "Ah yes, getting under their wraps. That's always an intensely fascinating game, spread one little rumour and the place dissolves into chaos. It's wonderful." Mm, chaos. There was always room in his day for chaos, and even if he wasn't the cause of it - which he usually was - Damion was very much one of those men to sit back and watch the world burn... Then pour something flammable on the embers. "You've never been across to Rindell, the Rebellion, then? Or to other weyrs? I have to say... you're not missing out on too much." Travel was a wonderful thing, but... there was indeed nothing new to see after a while. It wasn't places that interested Damion anymore, it was the people there. "Indeed, a wher. Passionate, primal beasts. Hmm, yes, I think you probably could, but there are so few who can wear nothing well, are you one of those too?" That was accompanied by a none too subtle look over Bahari's form, head tilted in an analysing manner, curious and teasing all at once, right before he laughed. He should have been offended. That was a backhanded insult to his own partner but... Damion wasn't stupid. Admitting Damiosk's faults, and the fact that whers were not known for intelligence... Denying it would have been ridiculous. If Bahari had known he was talking to a garnet wherhandler, would he have said the same? ...Probably, Damion got the distinct impression his new toy didn't hold much back. "And yet I find if intelligence is all that remains, that too, is boring enough to make a clever person move on. Clever is so much more than intellectual ability, don't you agree? I suppose you might find both in a dragon, but with Trelis' limited gene pool, you may not get all that you desire." Not that Damion had anything against dragons, they just didn't like him much as a rule. Stupid mind-sensy thing that they did, he wouldn't have been a good candidate for them either way. Apparently the poor little dears got a little scared by dark thoughts at hatching. "Like I said, I don't expect anything for free. If the hand is good, it gets a reward, and payment is always something I'm willing to discuss." Nothing in life was free, ever. Ah, Bahari. Bahari. An interesting name. Perhaps not as easy to carve into flesh as Damion, but it was nice, and it was a name to a face. Names to faces generally meant toys lived longer. It indicated an interest. Bahari was smart, amusing and thus far, had Damion's interest. Wherever Trelis had been hiding the starcrafter, Damion was going to have to see if they were holing up more like him. A man could never have enough toys-- Was that blue cleaning his clothes? Amusement was the prime expression on Damion's face as the blue moved over his things, grinning broadly. Even cleaning a strangers things, he was well trained. "He cleans, and folds, I'm going to have to get me one of those, then I won't have to do it anymore." Though, with the state his clothes were often left in, he'd probably drive a firelizard like that absolutely mental. Turning his attention back to Bahari as he moved, Damion was forced not to tighten his hand in the hair he was holding - which it did anyway, just making sure he was helping, of course - while his gaze fixed on the starcrafters neck. Chuckling in response to the comment, Damion shifted his grip tighter, and if Bahari had personal space issues, Damion was certainly invading them (personal space? What was that?), considering when he spoke it was right by Bahari's ear. "Well, if you ever need a hand with it, I'm more than happy to offer one, perhaps even two if you ask nicely. It should be cooling down soon, and then you'll be glad of the warmth at your back." [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 27, 2013 16:53:46 GMT -5
Bahari arched an eyebrow at the comment of a reward, but otherwise just shrugged the mention of it off. Oh he'd have to try a bit more to have Baha take a bit of bait like that. He loved a good banter, but Bahari wasn't desperate for anything. He was taking a bit of pride in knowing he managed to lure in the other individual just with a nice play of words. He rolled his eyes again at the mention of inflicting chaos. "Oh it's more that just a rumor, you've got to pair it with a nice compliment and a suggestion. A rumor all on it's own can be fascinating enough, but to get people talking you have to throw them something else, a little bit of meat for them to sink their teeth into." Plotting out star charts and getting lost in the equations that spanned and tracked the movements of the celestial beings certainly didn't take up all of Bahari's time at Sollace.
Bahari laughed a bit when he was given that obvious once-over and did nothing to shy away from the gaze--again, he had spent his time at Sollace doing plenty other things than honing in his crafting skills. "I think we both know the answer to that." Of course Bahari wore nothing well, he just didn't parade it around. He liked to look like he was put together well, and he knew that after being known for dressing nicely after a while how undone ties at a throat or down the chest can make quite the statement. Granted Damion was getting more than the usual bit of teasing Bahari did, seeing the starcrafter had on, what, the bottom half of his smallclothes and that was it?
"Limited gene pool? Oh aren't you being a wonderful little mouthpiece. If I didn't know any better I'd venture a guess at..." He trailed off with that, regarding the other individual with a much more careful look. Clearly he was a bit sidetracked by that due to shards this guy was tall, tall and build and covered in scars. Ah, hadn't the man also spoken up about visiting Rindell and the Rebellion? Sure the sight of Damion could be a touch distracting, but Bahari wasn't rendered into an imbecile by a nice figure. He was silently piecing all of that together while the man seemed to take into account the actions of Hatsya. "Mnnn, if you're lucky enough to find one that likes doing that. One part luck, two parts commitment, and one large part discipline, however from your looks I would wager you don't have much problems with discipline."
He grinned when he heard that voice pitched near his ear, and Bahari craned his neck further to the side ever so slightly. "Warmth at my back or on my back? To be fair I think I'd be glad for both, I know how to keep warm enough when things start cooling down." Bahari's grin was still set in place as he relaxed into the water a bit further, leaning a bit so his shoulder connected with Daimon's chest. "See, I've done it right there, a nice compliment and a little bit of a rumor." He turned a bit further, so he was more facing Damion and settling his inquiring gaze on him. "And something a little suggestive would be that I only ask nicely when I'm in the right mood, I do like a little bit of a struggle."
Ah, yes, the game was most definitely on.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 27, 2013 18:20:43 GMT -5
Damion of Damiosk
[/i][/center] Fascinating. Damion, indeed, was quite interested. It had been so long since anyone had talked back to him, that had dared to announce ideas and thoughts in his presence, that Bahari doing so was refreshing enough to keep Damion rather fascinated. Rindell might have been his home now, technically, but he could rather see himself visiting much more often if there were people like this running around. Particularly mostly naked and talking about sinking teeth into things. "Ah yes, that's certainly one way to get someone talking; teeth sinking, that is." Having a knife in one hand usually did at least part of the work, but the idea of coaxing it, offering them something to get much more in return... Damion liked this idea. "I think I do, but I wouldn't want to inflate your ego with too many compliments. Things like that need to be taken in hand." Damion, personally, had always been a casual dresser. The idea of dressing nicely rarely, if ever occurred with him, and the majority of clothes were chosen either for their quick removal or because they just looked sharding good on him. He couldn't help but grin back at the choice of words; mouthpiece, was it? "I can be, when I so choose to be. I can be very, very good with my mouth, and everything I say." Sometimes, Damion might have pressed his advantage at the careful look, and others might have been uncomfortable. Shards no, Damion was proud of every scar he had. They were his and his alone. "You would venture a guess at..?" He prodded curiously, barely sparing Hatsya a second glance. The flitt had moved on from being interesting now. Well beyond interesting. "Ah, luck is it? Shame. That seems to be the way with firelizards. My looks, is it? That is one way to put it, yes." Oh Bahari, tilting your head further was not something you wanted to do with Damion. Having that point of pulse near his lips, near his teeth, so close he could almost hear it... It was a good thing he'd left his little blade on the shore. At that precise moment, he was wondering about the precise colour of Bahari's blood, and what it would feel like all over his- The touch against his chest jolted him back to attention, his free hand twitching in a movement towards bare skin before making an effort, a sharding effort to hear his words. "Either one, really. Both, perhaps, in some cases. Many cases, even." He smirked, just one corner of his mouth twisting wryly as Bahari turned to face him. Wasn't he just a sharding tease? "And you say I'm a mouthful, I think you might just give me a running for that top spot." He laughed, leaning in a little closer. Shards and shells, this toy was going to be fun~. "You don't say? I can't admit I'm ever in the mood to ask nicely. The more struggle, the more fun. The more fight, the more struggle, the more fun it is to control."[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 27, 2013 19:46:25 GMT -5
This Damion fellow had an interesting way of hooking onto certain words. Bahari couldn't help but grin a bit at that and shrug. "Oh you don't have to worry about that, I have quite the healthy ego. I doubt you could inflate it much more from the throbbing state it's in now." Bahari put on a charming look, batting his eyes in a show of false modesty before smirking something more sinister. "Although I will agree that those things go need to be handled quite carefully." Ah, this sort of word sparring had taken a turn down into an alley that Bahari had no problems going. He always liked to see if people could keep up with this sort of talk. "Oh? Good with what you say? I do favor someone that's skilled with words, having a honeyed tongue and a skill with that sort is simply marvelous, don't you think?"
Briefly he skimmed over some of the things that had passed between them, instead settling on focusing on the other man as he seemed to pull himself together after Bahari faced him after slightly bumping into him. Hmmn, usually individuals took any bait in the form of physical touch much more eagerly. Either Bahari had somehow stumbled on someone who wasn't so easily wrapped up in a web of teases and taunts or, oh shards, someone who he might be falling victim to. If he had even the slightest idea of who this person was... Well, no, he probably wouldn't be all too wary, Bahari did so like to push the envelope and try his luck at nearly everything, dangerous situations included.
"A mouthful?" Bahari smiled, mouth opening in a light chuckle as he, in turn, allowed himself to lean in closer. "I think there's a few other factors that go into qualifying if one is a mouthful or not, don't you think?" Bahari leaned in closer, tilting his head and craning his neck in so that he was dangerously close to Damion's ear with those lips. "And I can assure you I can definitely give you a running for being on top." Bahari pulled back a bit, his bright gaze dropping down to Damion's chest, and the expression of him suddenly being distracted by something else rather than what he had practically purred out crossed his features. "Besides, being on top doesn't necessarily mean you're in control. I thought that was common knowledge?"
Bahari reached up and, despite not knowing a single thing about the man aside from that he deduced from the wordplay, reached out to boldly press his fingertips against the flesh of his chest and move to drag it down. "What I said earlier, my guess? You were quite the advocate for speaking up about whers, and you seemed to take well to my mention of discipline. I'd say that, matched with all of these scars you have," Oh there was a noted look down to that built chest where he moved to run the nail of his thumb over one of the faint marks, "that you're a wherhandler?" He ended the guess with a satisfied smile. "Do tell me if I'm wrong, though."
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Post by Mystery on Mar 27, 2013 20:32:40 GMT -5
Damion of Damiosk
[/i][/center] Oh Faranth, the way this kid played with words. Clever. Not intelligent, this toy was definitely clever. "Throbbing ego you say? Perhaps someone should see to that before it gets uncomfortable." No one had ever said that Damion wasn't a flirt and really only had two tracks of thought. He was really a very simple man, he wanted two things in life and he found them fun to obtain through the most interesting way possible. When he'd approached Bahari, he'd been thinking that he was attractive, and there would be nothing wrong with seducing him and leaving him in pieces over the weyr. Every word out of Bahari's mouth, however, increased the length of the game they played. "They do, at that. Some require a firmer touch than others. Some prefer a soft handling, which is it you prefer, Bahari?" He practically purred that name, smirking almost coldly as he continued. Finally, someone who could play. Damion was so tired of sweet little hold girls who blushed at everything and had a nosebleed at the sight of skin. "I have to say, it's rare to find people with that kind of skill, but when you do... Conversations become quite delectable. I've just had a lot of practice learning how to wield my tongue." Bahari's touch had come at the precise right time. Any longer and the lure of blood might have been enough for Damion to risk playing with his toy much earlier than anticipated, or he might have let himself slip into a much darker moodset. The moment blood had crossed his mind, he'd felt Damiosk stir, and the moment Bahari touched him, he relaxed again. So his wasn't having fun without him. That was fine. Oh hello. He was leaning in. "Oh certainly, but are you qualified to determine it?" Whatever, Damiosk. This was almost as much fun as any of his two other games. Leaning in closer, Damion moved until (unless his new toy decided to move on him) there was barely a hairs breadth between them, right until Bahari's breath hissed near his ears. There was at least another week on his game. Perhaps a week and a day. "You think so?" Damion purred back, a slow smirk curving his lips as he tilted his own head towards Bahari, "I've met very few people can actually give me a run for it... How am I to know that you aren't all talk and no skill, hm?" And then he was moving away. Just slightly, just enough that Damion's gaze fixed on him with almost eerie attention to where his eyes were resting, another of those cold smirks drifting across his handsome features. "Oh no, Bahari. Whether I am top or not, I am always in control. I'd be willing to wager you would fight for that control, however." He might have continued talking, might have said something else entirely witty and clever, but then there was a hand on his chest. Touching him. Skin against skin. Distraction was immediate, Damion's gaze instantly fixing on Bahari with a new intensity as he stepped into that touch. That of course, was an invitation to him, and while one hand remained tangled in a thick mass of hair, the other reached to attempt to trail his nails along the side of Bahari's neck. Scars. Didn't he just say that in a way that made his breathing hiss out in a purr, pressing closer to that nail against the faint scar on his chest, lifting the hand that had been toying around his neck to attempt to drag one of Bahari's hands down to the scar settled over his hip. "And if I told you that this was the only scar my wher ever gave me? Would you change your mind? But yes, I am a wherhandler, should I reward you for reading me so easily?" Not, mind you, that Damion planned to let his new toy run anywhere, thank you. THis was far too much fun.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 27, 2013 21:19:32 GMT -5
"Oh do you think someone should? I fancy you have just the idea as to the person, wouldn't you?" There was a slight tease in that tone, and oh Bahari was having fun with this. There was a surge of satisfaction when he heard the other man purr out his name like that. Oh good, someone who knew how to play right back into all of this, he liked that. "Me? Now that would most certainly be telling, and I'm not particularly fond of spelling everything out. I like to learn through action, you can learn exactly what type of touch I do prefer if it ever comes to that." He was still playing here, still teasing and alluding to it all as if nothing was set in stone. Bahari had no idea he was being scouted out as a toy, and really had he known he probably would've played up that part remarkably well.
Oh the starcrafter did adore the tension that was rolling off between them, not an unpleasant one, mind you, but one that was still tantalizing and just aching to have some of that anticipation relieved. That is what Bahari liked, to create that tension and then see how to use it to his advantage--currently he was finding this situation to have all sorts of advantages, first and foremost curbing his spot of boredom. This had turned from a very ordinary wash into something far more enjoyable. The brunet nearly took the bait when Damion has tilted his head back towards him, the glass-smith responding with a slight lean in, his smirking lips just barely parted and shards he wasn't aware that he was holding his breath until he unleashed it in a slight chuckle. "I guess if you want to figure out that if I'm all talk and no skill, you just might have to take a risk, you don't like like you mind taking risks, though."
Bahari didn't respond verbally to the bit about him giving a fight for control, and only met Damion’s gaze and arched an eyebrow at him. Again, that was probably something the glass smith could answer if given the opportunity. Bahari arched his neck a bit, tipping his head away from the touch of nails that Damion drew across the skin there to give him more of a space to work with--not actually pulling away, oh shells no, Bahari was absolutely a victim of the trap he set himself right here. He was drawn in and entirely enticed by the sudden flurry of contact that was going on. Bahari grinned again when Damion guided one of his hands down to the man's hip, and once there the crafter had no hesitance smoothing his fingers over the area and rubbing his palm against the mark he found.
"Oh? Only landed one on you? I'd say you are very good at doling out discipline then." Bahari leaned in a bit more when he spoke, his hand applying a nice bit of pressure down at Damion’s hip while his other skirted back up to his chest, if only to brace himself when Bahari moved and had no problem leaning flush against the man. The brunet bit at his lower lip, perhaps in an attempt to stifle the smile as he brought those lips of his near Damion's ear again. "I don't ask for rewards, Damion." He chuckled, and shards with the way he turned a bit closer in with the way he spoke next you'd assume he meant for his lips to brush against the other man's earlobe. "You've seemed to have gotten a pretty little collection of marks. Tell me, do they ache at all?" He matched that stressed word with a light scratch from those fingernails on the scar he was still tracing over the wherhandler's hip.
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