audio | un: mansbane

[bravelyrunsaway]

An outside mystery for you all! The wolves here aren't natural, and where the village children leave supplies at those cabins in the woods — around there smells of wolves, children, and adults. Human adults. Ever seen any venture out that way? I haven't.

If you care more about domestic mysteries, here at the estate the fireplace and feasting hall stink of bloodshed and all the emotional reasons one might have for it.

Not related, but terrible nonetheless, Julien refused even the idea of himself and his prince joined by a third in the bedroom. Pulled a Wrath and everything, cold, snippy, jealous, downright possessive. Which can be fun under certain circumstances, but might be a warning to all of you who've only seen his apparent sweetness.

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[bravelyrunsaway]

( his own smile is ready, lazy, not quite a satisfied expression, but certainly a relaxed one. )

Licyn Mansbane.

( neatly tying in his "name" on network as he stepped in, remaining relaxed and looking around with mild curiosity. he's more concerned about signs of escape routes (negligible, things here aren't designed for people to leave in multiple avenues), and furnishings (one does want to know one's options), and then for the hopeful lack of the scent of any fresh blood, fresh murderous intent, or hot angers inclined toward violence.

he smiles, still affably lazy. )

A lingering side effect of finding myself terribly clever in my younger years.

( idly moving closer, canting his head a touch to the side to study Deimos and quirk up his brow, observing. some invitations are verbal, some are in body language. )

I find it less clever and more established these days, love, consequence of my own making. One of the more amusing ones.

[bhaalyn]

Ah, Mansbane. Like your name on the network. ( look at him learning new ways for old words. he's not out of touch yet! )

Can I ask what makes it clever? ( leaving Licyn to make himself comfortable, Deimos moves to the stand beside his bed where a bottle of wine and two glasses sit. it took some convincing to lift these and bring them to his room, but he's had more difficult asks in the past.

he pours the wine and offers a glass to Licyn, should he want it. ) Sorry if that's too personal. I just thought I might try to get to know you while you're here.

( he offers a slight shrug with a haphazard smile. ) Or we can keep this as impersonal as you like.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( he takes the wine, with an easy smile and a nod of his head, the words: thank you, love just as simple, just as easy. if anything he invites himself to perch on the bed, even pats next to him ‐ he's not shy by nature, nor by species inclination, though certainly not something he could explain so much as understand as inimical — and lifts a shoulder in a half shrug.

swirls the wine in glass, and breathes in without bringing it closer: too much more, the alcohol will simply burn his nose. he can appreciate the vintage more without that. )

That's the question now, isn't it? I thought it sounded fierce, the bane of men, as you'll have to understand that a great number of the people inclined toward the violence I'm hired to guard against tend to be men, of whatever inclination. Also an invitation for less violent, more intimate reasons. A bane of any man so inclined toward jealousy or envy.

( boiling down to sex and fighting, but not the intermingling of both. he makes allowances when it comes to people's preferences, rises to the occasions such as they are, but it isn't his own inclination. he takes another, slower sip of wine. swallows. )

Delightful vintage. Where's you find it?