An Encounter in the Veilgarden, 24th of June

[tolpen]

The lights are still bright and the crowds bustle - although for the Veilgarden, this is fairly low traffic. The air is thick with the wine of yesternight, honey, and a mixture of perfumes.
The Soft-Eyed Mycologist is stalking- no not, stalking, he is loitering on the edge of the area. Biding his time. Waiting. He has a pocket watch. He doesn't check it, not even once.
Unlike earlier today, he is not wearing light blue nor teal. The tailcoat is true apocyan and so are the trousers. The waistcoat is silver and white. There is a lapel pin in the shape of a cross, and there is a pair of comfortable yet dashing shoes. They click audibly on the cobblestones and the occasional spark betrays that the soles are reinforced with steel.
Wherein one would expect him to carry a walking stick, all he holds is a parcel of a modest size, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a piece of twine. It doesn't appear to be heavy.

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Re: A Change of Scenery

[tolpen]

He sits down, taking in the room. He cannot help but feel a bit exposed at this open concept plan. [Read: Not every surface - be horizontal, vertical, sloped - has been crammed with flowerpots, books and knickknack that "will certainly be of use at a later point".]

"Thou knowst," he leans onto the Professor, a hand on his knee, "thou doestn't have to bribe me to like thee. It is entirely unnecessary," he adds with a chuckle.

But he takes the glass nevertheless and tests a sip, weighing in first the colour and scent, then the taste. Belatedly he realizes he is supposed to swallow rather than remain in the part where he tests anything new for poisons. (But what a novel experience that would be.)

A Nice Refreshment

[ticktopis_observatorium]

The beverage is cold, and has an intense almost-almond flavor, feeling creamy on the tongue and with reminiscent touches of cinnamon or lemon, but very faint.

"Compliment accepted, dear..." The Professor answers starting to caress the Mycologist, running their hands through his shoulder and neck, stopping slightly at his face before letting him drink freely, expectant of his reaction. Meanwhile, they drink of their own.

The embrace doesn't relent, not in the slightest.

Re: A Nice Refreshment

[tolpen]

The drink is a pleasant surprise. Mostly because it is cold, and in the False-Summer, cold has to be cherished. But almonds are one of the Mycologist's weaknesses.

He puts the glass down, and quite boldly scoots closer... and right into the Professor's lap. Despite having an average mass, it is as if he weights nothing.

And then he does what almost no one has seen hem to do before: He takes off his golden pince-nez. Its lenses are large and its rim hard. There are difficulties to nuzzle into someone's neck with that thing on. Fortunately, this obstacle is now gone, tucked safely away in a pocket.

Re: A Nice Refreshment

[ticktopis_observatorium]

The Professor smiles at the Mycologist's visible approval of the beverage, then holds him starting to nuzzle his neck this time.

"Will you see well enough without it? And, I need to ask you... How much do you want from this today?" For there will be more, the Professor knows and hopes, each time somewhat different than the previous.

Re: A Nice Refreshment

[tolpen]

"I shall see well enough."
He doesn't need the pince-nez. He hasn't needed it for a long time. The amber giveth and the amber taketh, and it took a few tries to get it right, but nowadays the lenses in his characteristic adornment are of flat glass.

He caresses one side of the Professor's face and murmurs: "I am a greedy creature. If I get all that I want, nothing will be left of thee when I leave. And as such, I shall take only what thou art willing to give, and repay in kind."

Re: A Nice Refreshment

[ticktopis_observatorium]

"Oh goodness... Had I known where I was getting into~" they say actually excited, as the Professor knows the Mycologist perfectly capable of fulfilling that alluring threat. So perhaps there's a nice way to get them both out of this situation whole... Or mostly whole.

"Then I suggest you start taking, and we'll see how much of me I want left for tomorrow..." it goes without saying that they'll be taking as well, as expressed by their clawed hands gently caressing his face, lips aching for a proper kiss for quite a while.

Re: A Nice Refreshment

[tolpen]

It starts simple enough - with a kiss to the neck. With a caress of teeth along the scales. (Who is to say where the border between skin and scales are, and who is the Mycologist not to cross it.) With a tickle of the tongue along the collar bones, which does not require the Mycologist to bend his head down in the slightest.

He pulls away, briefly, to shed his tailcoat like one might shed skin.
"Oh, thou art a feast," he purrs.

Right Before Dinner

[ticktopis_observatorium]

The Professor leans towards the Mycologist's lips, and teeth, and tongue, their breathing becoming more frequent, warmer, their eyes sharp, their claws gripping tighter on their companion...

"Then partake to your heart's desire, dear" it's the answer purred back-

Right before Noa finds the camera, sniffing it with curiosity, then deciding to lay on top of it, blocking view and sound to any possible onlooker.

Re: Right Before Dinner

[tolpen]

OOC: We thank Noa for her hard work and for saving me from having to age-lock this entire thread. Everyone give good fish jerky to Noa.

Re: Right Before Dinner

[ticktopis_observatorium]

OOC(Noa is a good censor, the Ministry of Public Decency is very proud of her)