drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

Comments

[airily]

I'm not gonna complain.

[ Sometimes you need a good drink, and it's not as if he can get anything familiar here. There are bottles that he remembers from decades ago, a glass left out for him to be morose over as he settled in a quiet corner of a bar. He remembers a lot of things, perhaps too many, but in moments like this his mind feels a little quieter, as if he can relax for a moment. It's refreshing, especially after so long of trying to keep it all locked up, trying to tuck it away so that he could help the others with their problems.

Looking over at Dezel, he pauses, considering. The wind brushes between the two of them and it's enough to keep him content, as if he's basking in sunlight. It's a feeling that's almost impossible to describe to anyone that isn't a wind seraph - feeling it wrapped around you, feeling the tenderness of it, knowing how it's tied up to the person beside him, that it's their way of sharing affection...

That's not something he can share with anyone else. ]

You should cook for me one day.

[sylphystia]

[It's impossible to describe without sounding crazy, that's for sure. And maybe that's one benefit of being a seraph: he never has to explain that. Zaveid just knows. The wind is a part of them, and they are a part of the wind, and therefore... they're part of one another.

He covers his glass with his hand and swirls it around a little, cooling it over the ice, much like Zaveid did earlier.]

You could've ordered something. It's not like I'm invisible to you.

[He's being a smartass and he knows it.]

... But if you want, I can fix you something. Just this once. [As if he wouldn't do it every time Zaveid asks. But Dezel's always like that, saying one thing and doing another.]

[airily]

[ There's a moment where Zaveid shifts and his wind moves, curling around Dezel like an embrace, and it's so natural and easy that for a moment he's a little startled by how good and right it feels. In the end all he does is shift to let himself relax again, letting his emotions take control. They're soothing and soft rather than a violent tundra and, so, he doesn't feel the need to fight them.

... He realises he wants to hold Dezel's hand, but stops himself, watching the ice instead. ]

That's not the same and you know it.

[ But he's soon changing his tune, beaming as he leans close, arm wrapping around Dezel. ]

Just this once, huh? It better be really good, then.

[sylphystia]

[Zaveid's arm loops around him and Dezel leans into it slightly-- just slightly, in case someone behind the bar happens to pop out and see them cuddling invisibly in the corner.]

Do you want me to make something for you or not?

[He drains the rest of his glass and sets it back on the table with a nice clink.]

I don't even know what you--

[A pause, as he realizes.]

... I... don't know what you like. [He has a general idea of what Sorey likes to eat, and Mikleo, and the others-- but not Zaveid.]

[airily]

[ He notices, but he doesn't say anything. There's a time and a place to go out of his way to tease Dezel and now isn't one of them, not when they're all settled and comfortable with one another. That would just be asking for trouble, and Zaveid is quite happy just how he is. ]

I asked, didn't I?

[ But look at his... Look at Dezel, being ridiculous and endearing all at once. Zaveid grins, relaxing ever so slightly. ]

Y'know, I'm not too fussy...

[ His eyes dance over to the other man. ]

As long as it's not too sweet...

[sylphystia]

[It takes a minute, but between Zaveid's grin and how comfortably close he is, Dezel realizes he might be flirting. Dezel actually has no idea how to respond to this. Like when that girl with the cat called him pretty.

Who even does that?]

... I-I'm not a food!! [Aaaaaand he's red.] If you want to kiss me, just do it, dumbass!

[airily]

[ People who realise just how pretty Dezel is, of course. People like Zaveid. ]

Hey! I didn't say you were! You're the one that said it this time!

[ He doesn't even take insult to being called a dumbass. He just swoops in to give Dezel a kiss before the other seraph changes his mind and goes even more red. ]

[sylphystia]

You were impmmph--

[Okay, so that's one way to win an argument. Dezel kisses back for like two, maybe three seconds, and then pulls back when he realizes what he's doing.]

I didn't mean right here! [He tugs on Zaveid's hair because it's right there and an easy target.] What if someone sees?

[Yes, he just contradicted himself. No, he doesn't care. This is pretty typical Dezel behavior though.]

[airily]

[ There's no way for Zaveid to stop himself laughing against Dezel's mouth and when he leans back, his fingers brush over the line of his jaw. Who cares if he's going to get bitten? He doesn't mind the teeth. ]

Who's gonna see us? There's barely anyone here even if we weren't seraphim.

[ But, hey, woah, he reaches up to grab at the hand tugging on his hair just to make sure it doesn't fall into dangerous pain territory. ]

You said I could kiss you anyway.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel doesn't yank too hard. He doesn't want Zaveid to start crying on him like a little girl getting her pigtails pulled on.]

So? I work here. And you're damned shameless...

[He's so red and he knows it, so he jams his hat down over his eyes.]

What am I supposed to do with you?

[airily]

[ Rude!! He would probably enjoy it, actually, thank you. ]

Why does it matter if no one can see us? It's not gonna bother anyone.

[ Leaning over, he moves to tilt the hat up so he can peer under it, grinning. ]

You can kiss me again.

[sylphystia]

[Dezel makes the grumpiest face he can muster, only it makes him look about fifteen years younger. Silver eyes wide, lips and nose scrunched up, jaw set. Little kids get that look when they're trying to be intimidating. Dezel is embarrassed, that much is true, but he absolutely has the right to kiss someone whenever he wants. He knows he's being ridiculous and probably a bit dense. He's just...

He scoffs and looks away. No one else is paying attention. The bar is damned empty, and Crowley's probably off drinking in the back or something if he's even here. Dezel finally looks back over to his partner in crime, seizes him by the shoulders.

And then, because Zaveid deserves to be embarrassed once in a while, Dezel tugs him into a dip-kiss. He won't let Zaveid fall, obviously-- his grip is pretty tight-- but it's pretty sudden.]

[airily]

[ For a moment the only thing that Zaveid can do is just stop and look at Dezel, all scrunched up and furious; there's something incredibly endearing about it and it makes him want to reach out and touch, to let his hand brush over the skin of his cheek, to touch his hair and feel the reality of him being here and being alive. He's wonderful, Zaveid thinks, living and... Existing, and there's something undeniably amazing about how happy he is.

He doesn't know what he would do if he was forced to lose this and he's glad he doesn't have to consider it. For as long as they're here he's going to be around and be with Dezel - for as long as the other seraph lets him have this he'll keep it. He'll hold it close to his heart and never forget it.

Lost in thought, he doesn't notice he's being swept until he's dipped down and there's a mouth pressed over his. He makes a soft noise of surprise but he's quick to lean up, wrapping an arm around Dezel and pressing into the kiss. There's no hesitation; Zaveid trusts Dezel with his life. ]