video | wrong turn at albuquerque

[peacockherald]

Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Video, Fleet Wide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: After waking up & the week of April 12–18

<sub>[ Vanyel comes awake slowly, head pounding, feeling like he had just spent a week recovering from magic sickness, though at least he didn't feel the need to vomit. Blinking, he looks around the room, sitting up gingerly, clearly cautious. Looking down at himself, he's not surprised to see his Whites (which to anyone else would look medieval, a period costume), perfect and pristine, boots sitting at the end of the bed, polished within an inch of their life.

Over a series of long moments, those watching can see the realization dawn on his face that whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. Not the metal walls, or the sheets that covered him. Eyes dart around, trying to make sense of it all, lips set in a hard line. Vanyel suddenly stops, eyes glazing as if far away, his already pale skin paling further, hands shaking some in his lap, head hanging and his dark hair falling forward to shield his face. It takes several long moments for him to come out what could only be shock.

He swung his feet over the edge, reaching for his boots, tugging them on before standing. Clearly he has no idea his every move is being broadcasted. He sat there, rubbing his hands against his thighs. ]</sub>

It was to much to hope for, I suppose...

_{[ Another pause, gathering thoughts. ]}

If anyone is there, my name is Vanyel Ashkevron.

_{[ Now why would he do that? Perhaps this has happened before? Or maybe he expects guards outside the door. Anything was truly possible. ]}

And I would very much like to know where I am.

Comments

[peacockherald]

_{[ He's digging himself deeper. This feels like when the women at court would attempt to seduce him, but he had no idea how to back pedal, and at least in this instance the flirtation was not completely unwanted. Crowley was at least male.}

Though he had to wonder at what it said about himself that he could entertain this conversation considering his circumstances. Paradisa certainly had left it's mark...

He found himself smiling back, cheeks remaining pink despite his efforts. ]

As a matter of course, naturally.

_{[ Ignore the fact that he could count his partners one hand, and that was the ones he had not bedded to get with child. ]}

Sweet words in the right ears smooth many roads.

[onlyanapple]

[Or at least, Crowley is male right at this moment. This is easy for him, enjoyable, even. Harmless flirting that may or may not end up in a tumble is always a worthwhile diversion, as far as Crowley's concerned. ]

I'm sure they do plenty of other things, too.

[peacockherald]

I have been told my words have caused quite a stirring before.

_{[ Diversion, certainly. And ask much as he blushed, it was welcome. Familiar, it kept his mind off the new reality he faced. ]}

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley was all about knowing what people wanted, and often providing. Or at least, providing the access to such things. Temptation, and all that. If Van needs a diversion, he is happy to provide. ]

Just your words?

[peacockherald]

From time to time my fingers have provided equal pleasure.

_{[ Oh god, what was he saying? He meant his lute, of course, but he knew how the words would be taken. The pink intensified, wanting to hide and at the same time not wishing to seem the prude. He had discovered a freedom in Paradisa, was still coming to embrace it. Enjoying it the more he realized his preferences were not damming, that Tylendel would not want him lonely, that taking pleasure in this, finding it amusing, was not wrong. ]}

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley lets out a low chuckle, eyebrows raising behind his sunglasses. ]

Oh, have they now? Aren't you a dark horse?

[peacockherald]

White, actually.

_{[ His mouth turns up, amused privately at his own jest, considering Yfandes was purest white, and his Heraldic garb was the same. ]}

[onlyanapple]

Ha ha, very witty.

[peacockherald]

I do try. It certainly comes in handy in the taverns.

_{[ People could be surprisingly sharp when drunk. ]}

[onlyanapple]

Oh has it now? Do they enjoy your fingers, there?

[peacockherald]

_{[ Oh good lord. May the goddess have mercy on him. ]}

I have received my fair share of praises.

[onlyanapple]

[SUCH a sharp-toothed grin.]

I'll bet you have.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He really should stop himself, but the words kept coming. ]}

Whenever we find ourselves in each other's company, I would be happy to provide a demonstration.

[onlyanapple]

Oh? Is that a promise?

[peacockherald]

I am a man of my word, Crowley.

[onlyanapple]

I'll keep you to that.

[peacockherald]

I never doubted you would.