[Balthus's new moniker has another laugh spilling out of him, easy and warm. He raises his brows as he peeks over the rim of his mug, then lets it clunk back down on the top of the table. Yuri's chin comes to settle on his hand, propped up by his elbow.]
I don't think I want to hear exactly what your idea of tricks are. Could stand to hear you call me the great Abysslord a few more times, though.
[Teasing, always teasing. But Balthus's content smile makes Yuri think he takes no offense to it. (Hopefully, by now Balthus would know not to take Yuri's sharp tongue too seriously.) Balthus finally follows suit in sipping at the mead, and the contented sigh he breathes threads warmth through Yuri's chest. It's why he negotiated for the addition of the alcohol to their deal-- even though it added another half hour to their meeting. He knew that Balthus... that the people of Abyss would find joy in the reminder of easier times. If not that, then they could at least take comfort in the distraction it offered.]
I'll be honest... I missed it, too.
[Yuri lifts his chin from his hand, tosses his hair over his shoulder as he sits back. It sounds like an easy admittance, but honesty is hard for Yuri, and he means something bigger than just the nostalgia of sitting with Balthus over a few drinks. Confessing that he missed this goes hand in hand with acknowledging that it was gone-- that Abyss was in as much danger as it was, with no funds and no prospects. No patrons to swoop in at the eleventh hour and save them. It's all on Yuri, this time... but they managed to create their own act of the goddess. That just opens up the possibility of more.
Yuri notices Balthus close his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. He watches for a few beats. Balthus is rarely still like this, quiet, and Yuri feels compelled to just... take it in. Then he grabs the handle of his mug again and slides it forward to bump up against Balthus's.]
To getting hopelessly trashed with no regard for tomorrow's responsibilities.
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Date: 2020-07-15 10:33 pm (UTC)I don't think I want to hear exactly what your idea of tricks are. Could stand to hear you call me the great Abysslord a few more times, though.
[Teasing, always teasing. But Balthus's content smile makes Yuri think he takes no offense to it. (Hopefully, by now Balthus would know not to take Yuri's sharp tongue too seriously.) Balthus finally follows suit in sipping at the mead, and the contented sigh he breathes threads warmth through Yuri's chest. It's why he negotiated for the addition of the alcohol to their deal-- even though it added another half hour to their meeting. He knew that Balthus... that the people of Abyss would find joy in the reminder of easier times. If not that, then they could at least take comfort in the distraction it offered.]
I'll be honest... I missed it, too.
[Yuri lifts his chin from his hand, tosses his hair over his shoulder as he sits back. It sounds like an easy admittance, but honesty is hard for Yuri, and he means something bigger than just the nostalgia of sitting with Balthus over a few drinks. Confessing that he missed this goes hand in hand with acknowledging that it was gone-- that Abyss was in as much danger as it was, with no funds and no prospects. No patrons to swoop in at the eleventh hour and save them. It's all on Yuri, this time... but they managed to create their own act of the goddess. That just opens up the possibility of more.
Yuri notices Balthus close his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. He watches for a few beats. Balthus is rarely still like this, quiet, and Yuri feels compelled to just... take it in. Then he grabs the handle of his mug again and slides it forward to bump up against Balthus's.]
To getting hopelessly trashed with no regard for tomorrow's responsibilities.