[ Aro is used enough to taverns. He likes places like this, where he
can be anonymous and comfortable, fading into a crowd and pretending to be
part of it. He's never fooled about actually being a part of it; such is
the way of the wanderer. The only companion he can really rely upon is
Iessa, and she's hunting at the moment. His thoughts are a bit scattered,
really, a result of the alcohol he's been plied with. His head is light.
This isn't the first time this week, either, and as it happens, he's not
actually alone, either. He's with Willem, as he has been every time he's
come here. It's a strange feeling, being part of a pair. It's even stranger
that the barkeep had nodded at them when they came in, as if he expected
them. And recognised them. And knew that they always appeared together.
Very strange.
But nice, somehow. Of course he's aware of the danger in this, of
getting used to being with Willem, and perhaps thinking that Willem is a
companion he can rely on. Very dangerous thoughts. But still, he laughs at
his jokes, and hangs on his smile, and feels heat rising into his cheeks
when he spends too long looking at the warmth of his eyes. He gives up his
hand willingly, mostly to enjoy the feeling of Willem's fingers tickling
it.
That makes him laugh again, and sway in his chair. He leans against
Willem's shoulder, companionable and comfortable, and he flexes his
fingers. ]
You? [ He recounts, following the touch. ] You are. B. E. O
– no, A. B – e – a…u.
[ On that one he stops, and looks up at Willem. There's not an awful
lot of words that could begin like that. He looks up and sees that smile
and those eyes, and there's something about Willem that nearly looks
shy.
Aro quickly closes his fingers, catching Willem's and holding them.
With his other hand, he catches a couple of dark curly strands, running his
thumb over them. ]
I'm not. Not really. Not compared to you.
[ He leans closer, enough to feel Willem's breath on his lips.
Enough to smell the alcohol they've been sharing, too, which makes him
smile. ]
What if I did something stupid? Would you be annoyed? Or would you like it,
and keep saying nice things to me? If I did something…really stupid.
[ A brief flash of his tongue wets his lips. This isn't particularly
subtle. Blame the alcohol for that; he has brilliant moves otherwise,
honestly. ]
I am so sorry for the confusion and how long this took.
[ Aro is used enough to taverns. He likes places like this, where he can be anonymous and comfortable, fading into a crowd and pretending to be part of it. He's never fooled about actually being a part of it; such is the way of the wanderer. The only companion he can really rely upon is Iessa, and she's hunting at the moment. His thoughts are a bit scattered, really, a result of the alcohol he's been plied with. His head is light. This isn't the first time this week, either, and as it happens, he's not actually alone, either. He's with Willem, as he has been every time he's come here. It's a strange feeling, being part of a pair. It's even stranger that the barkeep had nodded at them when they came in, as if he expected them. And recognised them. And knew that they always appeared together. Very strange.
But nice, somehow. Of course he's aware of the danger in this, of getting used to being with Willem, and perhaps thinking that Willem is a companion he can rely on. Very dangerous thoughts. But still, he laughs at his jokes, and hangs on his smile, and feels heat rising into his cheeks when he spends too long looking at the warmth of his eyes. He gives up his hand willingly, mostly to enjoy the feeling of Willem's fingers tickling it.
That makes him laugh again, and sway in his chair. He leans against Willem's shoulder, companionable and comfortable, and he flexes his fingers. ] You? [ He recounts, following the touch. ] You are. B. E. O – no, A. B – e – a…u.
[ On that one he stops, and looks up at Willem. There's not an awful lot of words that could begin like that. He looks up and sees that smile and those eyes, and there's something about Willem that nearly looks shy.
Aro quickly closes his fingers, catching Willem's and holding them. With his other hand, he catches a couple of dark curly strands, running his thumb over them. ]
I'm not. Not really. Not compared to you.
[ He leans closer, enough to feel Willem's breath on his lips. Enough to smell the alcohol they've been sharing, too, which makes him smile. ]
What if I did something stupid? Would you be annoyed? Or would you like it, and keep saying nice things to me? If I did something…really stupid.
[ A brief flash of his tongue wets his lips. This isn't particularly subtle. Blame the alcohol for that; he has brilliant moves otherwise, honestly. ]