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[Cooler isn't necessarily bad things, especially if Lord Akeldama had any recollection of being human and drinking alcohol. It goes straight to your head and leaves you feeling warm so the contrast was pleasant, if nothing else.

What's fortunate is that Klavier isn't saturated even though he is drunk, he doesn't smell as though he's been bathing in cognac, his drink of choice. In fact his cologne and body soaps, lotions, and oils overcame most of the scent leaving just the vaguest traces of the woody, apricot, alcohol traces left on him.

He always cleans up before visiting anyone, but alcohol gets in your blood, there's very little he can do about it. And there's the obvious signs of drunkenness that can't be washed away. Regardless, when Lord Akeldama gets too close the ex-rocker pulls him down onto his lap.]

Ja...well...I suspect there's nothing for it...

[Oh, Lord A meant it to be pleasant. And he fully intends to have Klavier well-hydrated before they turn in for any activities. After all, that's as much to his benefit as the lawyer's; no one wants to deal with a hungover attorney in their bed. And the drones will be sulky if he foists Klavier off on them.

He chuckles, settling himself in Klavier's lap and resting their foreheads together instead of touching him.]

Quite the lost cause, schnitzel.

[Klavier's usually pretty good about nursing his own hangovers like a man, the only time he'd actually ever been sick was when he drank an entire bottle of tequila...Oh, right, and his first experience with drinking...but that happens to all newbies.

Still, he didn't have much in the way of expectations, he figured Lord Akeldama might just be feeling sorry for him so he'd sit a while and give the prosecutor a pat on the head or something.]

Is this you pitying me, streusel?

[Hearing Klavier respond with a nick name makes him laugh. It's so rare that someone turns his own tricks on him these days -- being respected has its downsides, after all.

But no, he's not humoring Klavier, or pitying. He regrets that Klavier fought with greed -- but they both need some comfort after their respective days. Lord A wouldn't be obvious about, you know, having emotions, but they were there, and in this case, he needed some comfort.]

Of course not. Why would I do a silly thing like that?

[Klavier is not above responding in kind, after all he couldn't even refer to the man as Lord...it was either Herr or a pet-name. Lord was...very outdated and he knew it wouldn't sound right coming out of his mouth, not to his own ears anyway.

Fortunately the prosecutor had no problem showing his emotions, he was usually pretty forward. When he was angry or insulted, that's when he showed his emotional colors, but right now he was sad too.]

Ah...right, what would be the sense in hurting my pride...

...So you invited me over, what do you want to do?

Well. Given the situation, I'm strongly tempted to put you to bed with a hot water bottle.

[Teasing, teasing. But as long as Klavier promised not to tell someone, this didn't have to be physical. Lord A had a reputation to maintain, yes -- but it had gotten rather stale over the past years. Klavier was one of the few people left whose company he honestly enjoys, putting him above the drones, in the ranks of Alexia and Prudence. That would be enough for the evening.

Unless, of course, Klavier felt like punishing Greed by having sex with Lord A, that was good, too.]

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[ooc: Because I'm not too shabby at coloring when I'm properly motivated.]

Well I don't think that would be a terrible idea at all especially if you decide to lay with me a while.

[Klavier didn't mind the teasing, he'd gladly take it seriously if that's what Lord A wanted to do with him. After all he was expecting comfort and that didn't have to include sex at all. He wasn't even sure if his limbs would cooperate with him much less his mood. Not to mention being pissed off at Greed just felt like the wrong reason to have sex...and even if they did it's not likely Greed would view it as punishment. He'd been trying to nudge the prosecutor at Lyall for a while, but fortunately the ex-rocker was a stubborn guy.]

[Lord A smiles slightly, offering Klavier a hand and using his considerable strength to haul the prosecutor up. Once he has Klavier on his feet, he wraps an arm around his waist to steady him.]

Come along, darling.

[Lord A has several bedrooms, and he leads Klavier to one of them. Not his, in the strictest sense -- that's private -- but still, one that is beautifully appointed and more than adequate for a cuddle. And anything else that grows from that cuddle.]

[Klavier shouldn't be so surprised that, for a rather frail looking creature, Lord Akeldama was strong. He was supernatural that's why, but the ex-rocker had a tendency to mistake his delicate beauty for frailty. It was easy to do.]

Really...all of this babying...I don't think I'll get used to it.

[It's not a problem if they end up in a spare bedroom somewhere, hell, it took three years for the prosecutor to end up in Greed's bedroom proper...at all. That was thinking about Greed again wasn't it? Instead he focused on the task of toeing off his shoes...even though he was drunk it was no excuse for lack of style, he was Italian tonight...minus the vest and tie.]

[Oh, Lord A wasn't frail at all. But it was easy to forget, looking at how delicate and frivolous he was. Still, he looks arch when he cups Klavier's cheek.]

Oh, I highly recommend you not.

[After all, he will never acknowledge this after tonight. He leads Klavier to the bed, helping to undress him before pulling down the covers and patting the bed.]

Lie down, pumpkin.

I take it this is one of those give mes that every kind or relationship is entitled to. Well I'll keep your secret then, Herr.

[Klavier probably won't remember it after tonight so aren't they both in luck?

The wonderful thing about Klavier's style of dress was that he never overdressed. He had his own methods when it came to fashion and that was only show of what you intended to flatter most and so jewelry tended to be his only accents. Except he wasn't wearing any this time so undressing went very quickly.

No surprise he was still as luxurious naked as he had been last time they met, except his skin was a dark contract against Lord Akeldama's...though he was almost certain his skin tone was not fashionable in this era.

In spite of being drunk he slides easily enough onto the bed, it's the one thing he can do blindfolded, standing on one leg, and drunk...he'd still be graceful about it.]

[No, Klavier's skin would be considered common in Lord A's circle. Pale skin was very much in the mode; especially pale skin, in those who looked to vampires as their social icons. But Lord A likes it. Too much of the same thing is boring, after all, and where he came from, it was his pale skin that was "unfashionable."

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, drawing the covers up around Klavier as he strokes through his hair.]

Tell me, bratwurst, is he really worth all this?

[The question could be meant for either of them, couldn't it?]

[It was amazing how trends had a tendency to change over time or be entirely different in other places. Klavier was aware of history to the extent that he knew most Victorian era women labored to stay out of direct sunlight. He couldn't recall if men were just as cautious, but they probably took some care as well.

As Lord Akeldama sits on the edge of the bed the prosecutor curls an arm around his waist. If nothing else he has a rather long reach.

And then prepare yourself for it, the man can sing, he has a rather glorious set of pipes...even if he is singing drunk and out of humor and in a bedroom where there was very little in the way of acoustics.]

No mater what you do you drive me crazy, I'd rather be alone-
But then I know my life would be so empty as soon as you have gone-

[He gives a pause.]

It's kind of like that since...well feelings are very difficult to arrange neatly sometimes, ja? Is he worth it...it's a complicated question. [One hand reaches up to a shoulder and if Lord Akeldama looked closely enough there were scars there, it looked like something with fangs had managed to sink their teeth into the ex-rocker, but Klavier had the tools and the money to fade scarring dramatically. He stroked his fingers meaningfully over the faded wounds.] It's mentally exhausting because he's a frustrating man, at the same time it's not easy getting someone out of your system when your feelings and emotions are so invested...hard to wash someone you love from your soul, Herr...and there are so few people who mean that much in my life. I would never say this to him though, he doesn't need to know that he has that kind of power. Besides it took me three years to get to this stage and I've seen people fall in love and get married in less time...

["Hard to wash someone you love from your soul." Lord Akeldama doesn't technically have a soul anymore, but Klavier's words still ring true with him. He sighs, leaning down to brush a kiss over Klavier's wounds, then against his forehead.]

Ah, but strudel, that just begs the question.

[He smiles very softly, his fingers trailing through Klavier's hair as he settles Klavier closer to him.] You would make quite a vampire, my dear.

[Klavier used that statement as an example, what he really meant was that it was difficult to rid yourself of someone when you're saturated by them.

The mark itself had nothing to do with Greed personally, but the community put the two of them in a virus where he was bitten by some kind of large, monstrous snake. This virus left him with a scar and a broken guitar.

Still, he welcomed the kisses and pulled Lord Akeldama down beside him listening again to the idea of becoming a supernatural.]

You think so...[Klavier still had his doubts. He liked having his creative talents and the sunlight...he liked that too. Not that he would mention it, instead he laid kisses in his blonde hair.]

[Oh, Lord A understood entirely.

He smiled when Klavier pulled him in, stretching out beside him and pulling him into his arms. He trails his fingers through Klavier's hair, smiling very faintly.]

I do think so, my dear.

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The only problem is...it's a bridge you can't un-burn, ja?

[And Klavier wasn't too keen on burning bridges especially since he liked versatility and being able to change things as he wished. On top of that he had no idea what being a vampire or a werewolf entailed.

In spite of that he scooped Lord Akeldama against him, nudging his chin with the tip of his nose.]

I'd probably disappoint in that capacity, but I wouldn't be against it if you wanted to drink from me now and then.

Such a waste. Ah, well.

[Lord A smiles and tucks Klavier back against his chest, kissing his neck lightly.]

I do appreciate the offer, my sweet.

[His hand smooths over Klavier's back and he kisses him lightly.] Now, my dear. I think you'd best rest.

There are some things I don't think I can survive without, Herr...

[Well, being pulled against Lord Akeldama's chest is comforting at least and he takes it upon himself to nudge his face into the other man's shoulder before craning his head to the side making the offer bona fide.]

I'm a pretty sure thing, you know.

[Klavier shivers a little bit, but it wasn't a reaction to cold, it was a natural reaction to having someone pet him. His own fingers trace the lines of his companion's neck and shoulder.] I think...this qualifies as resting...

[Lord A laughs slightly, only pressing another kiss to Klavier's neck, but not taking advantage.]

I don't believe it does, biscuit.

[Affectionately, pressing another soft kiss to Klavier's throat and stroking through his hair again.] Now close your eyes.

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Really...ah, but if I fall asleep that would ruin the visit...

[In truth Klavier would have allowed it sober as well, but he'd probably make the offer again once the effects of the alcohol wore off.

The ex-rocker did as was requested, however and allowed his eyes to shutter closed.]

So where will you go once I've fallen asleep?

Don't be silly, dear, you'll hardly ruin anything. [Lord A continues petting him, his arm staying around Klavier so that he can feel the weight of another person. Even if Lord A doesn't have the warmth of a regular human body, there must be some comfort in just being held.

Of course, it's been a very long time since anyone's held him while he slept.]

Would you like me to stay, spetzle?

Hm...this is your time to be awake though...isn't it...[Assuming that all vampires slept during the day and spent the nighttime hours awake.

Regardless, being held is comforting and the prosecutor endeavors to do the same thing, wrapping his arms around his host and pulling Lord Akeldama under the blankets with him.]

I wouldn't mind it if you do, beautiful. [And parroting Lord A's actions he combs his fingers through the other man's hair, brushing it back off his forehead.]

That's quite alright, my darling.

[He nuzzles against Klavier's cheek, smiling as he's pulled into bed with him. He certainly doesn't mind being held, after that exhusting discussion with Biffy.]

Then I'll stay with you, my love.

Hn...you have such a precious side...

[And of course that was the last thing the prosecutor managed to mumble before pulling the blankets around the both of them as tightly as he could manage, cocooning Lord A in with him.]

[Lord A laughs softly, shaking his head.]

Don't you tell anyone, or I'll have to have you killed.

[His voice is light, teasing, as he lets Klavier drift off, his arms around him.]

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I keep forgetting to ask. Would you like your biffy icons colored?

I'd actually like to get my hands on some Biffy images.

I bequeath upon you permission to color the icons you have. I don't think I still have the originals

I'll have to find the time to color them.

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