chrisisofaith | IC Contact

[As promised, he's been considering it. He's spent the last week (how odd, to measure days in sevens) considering it. He still thinks his whore idea has merit. But...he did accept an offer from a different LIER to nonsexually try to figure out positions he could maintain. And more than one of the healing and doctoring persuasion have offered him some kind of medical assistance. That rather leaves one last barrier: being sexual with someone on purpose. Aphrodisia and lewd friction aside, it's the one thing he's yet to do.]

[He's got more than one offer for that, too, but Chris is the one whose username he looks up again. Perhaps it's because he said he knows what it feels like, to navigate a weak body. They bonded once before over the shared experience of ruling, perhaps they'll do so again over this. It's a comfort, to think that they might. That as pushy as he was, maybe he'll be understanding in the actual room.]

[Were this happening at home, he'd never think of trying this, mostly because betrayal could come from any corner. But it's hard for paranoia to really take hold when he knows he has nothing to make him worth betraying here, and when offers of assistance come from so many clearly unrelated corners. People here do just want to help each other.]

[Only one problem left: how does one start this conversation?]

Hello.

[Its a bit of a surprise, the message, but not an unwelcome one. Another two days of not leaving the house once more has eased the barbs in his mind. Something outside of himself is very welcome and he enjoy talking with Segoriel.]

Well, hello

I hope the days have treated you well, friend.

No worse than any other, I think. I've had time to consider it.

Have you? Good

What thoughts have you had?

I think I would like to try.

Good!

You’re in the public housing yes?

We’ll meet in the room I have for such things, it isn’t far from there and it has equipment that might prove useful in our attempts.

Wear something loss and comfortable. You’ve no need for dressing to impress.

[He’s not sure Seg would, but just in case…he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t interested.]

[fuck okay that’s a lot more structure than he was expecting]

Very well. I don’t intend to remove what I wear, this first time. Perhaps on our second assignation.

[or…tenth. He doesn’t rightly know when he’ll be ready for that, but it isn’t now.]

More than fair. We'll have a full talk on what you want and don't want when we get there.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

[For now, he sends the address as promised, not far from Riddler's square in the Down. It's a generic multi-use building on the outside, the spaces inside rented out to whoever can pay. Chris' space is there on the first floor, the number outside touched up, but unremarkable otherwise.

If Seg tries the door, he'll find it unlocked for him. The space itself is open, a bathroom door to the left, and the rest arranged in neat sections. To the right is a set of bookshelves with decorative unlabeled boxes, some non-perishable food stuffs, bottles of water, and towels. A bit beyond that corner is a little set up of two mismatching chairs, one overly wide and cushioned and the other straight-backed and wooden, with a table between them and a small bookcase to the side. The far right-hand corner holds a low sofa on a intricately patterned rug with far too many pillows laying about.

The one window in the room shines with sunlight that isn't possible in the down and a bed with a massive metal frame whose hooks and closures are tastefully decorated with sheer green fabric. There's more beyond the corner of the room, but what can be seen with even a few steps in is only brightly colored blankets piled over random shapes.

Chris himself seems to be eyeing something under one of those blankets, but lets it fall back into place when Segorial arrives.][The cleric turns a smile on the other man, a little less bright than usual, but honest. He gestures to the set of chairs sat together.]

I think one of those will suit your needs best.

[continued here]

IC Contact

text; un: astinglen

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject