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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 29, 2009 10:16:03 GMT -5
*Jean-François’s jaw flexed only a moment.*
“Of course not.” *He answered plainly.* “But it is not me that you wish to wake up with. Surely this boy has…qualities. Perhaps he’s able to look past your deficiencies.” *It was almost funny, that thought.*
“Though I’d imagine he’d expect you to stop whoring for him.” *He clucked his tongue.* “The nerve of some people.”
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 8, 2009 18:17:52 GMT -5
Grantaire looked rather miserable and didn't move from his prone position on the settee, muttering half into the cushions.
"It doesn't please him. I don't know why it should bother him, it's not as if he's a fancy for me."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 9, 2009 9:54:32 GMT -5
*Jean-François’s brow rose as his eyes fell on the pathetic creature.*
"That is the question, is it not? For why should he bother to complain, if he has not the liking for you? Perhaps you're just reading into his actions. Maybe he would rather you be out with other men while he is no doubt earning a more honest living."
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 9, 2009 16:44:34 GMT -5
"No, he's told me in so many words that he'd rather I stopped...working. He doesn't fancy me, he simply finds it morally repugnant."
He hmphed and pushed himself into a sit with a wince, rubbing at his face.
"Do you really want to sit here and talk about this all night?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 11, 2009 13:31:53 GMT -5
*Jean-François smirked lightly.*
"Was there something else you would rather I be doing then?" *He gave am indifferent half-shrug.*
"I figured you for one to appreciate easy money. But if you rather I continue to open your flesh..."
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 12, 2009 5:28:19 GMT -5
"It's torture either way." he grumbled and shifted uncomfortably, the sick feeling rising up in his stomach as the flash of thought passed through his brain that at least the one got him hard.
Grantaire decided to give the subject a change and glanced into the darkest cave-like corner of the cavern.
"Your beast is quiet tonight."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 15, 2009 6:54:41 GMT -5
*That was the point, was it not? Jean-François had not invited him to tea or to discuss other civil matter. The man was there for his pleasure. Though it seemed odd that Grantaire would be so eager to distract him from not hurting him. He shrugged indifferently.*
"It is fed and tended. Unless of course, you were wanting to offer a midnight snack." *He smiled cruelly.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2009 7:00:40 GMT -5
The younger man shuddered and then stood up, padding to where Morangias sat and dropped himself to his rear on the cold stone floor. He was in rather an odd mood, to be sure, and propped his chin on the older man's knee.
"I'm different," he sighed. This seemed so boring, now, not frightening as it once had, just something that was dragging on--he could only assume it was because he was really already dead and there was nothing to fear there, and that he was rather quite miserable and Morangias could hardly make him more so.
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 15, 2009 7:09:20 GMT -5
*The gesture of familiarity was strange and unnerving and Jean-François quickly caught the man be the throat, forcing his head back sharply.*
"And you think that because you have changed that you would not be agreeable enough to my beast's digestion?" *He queried indignantly. Though truly, he wasn't sure feeding Grantaire's flesh to his pet would be a good idea. Wouldn't stop him from chopping him up though.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2009 7:16:12 GMT -5
Grantaire coughed a bit and curled his hand over Morangias' wrist, but didn't try to pry him away, just choked out "I might make her sick, there's no telling."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 15, 2009 7:21:21 GMT -5
*His eyes were fixed on the pathetic man for a long moment, studying him. Perplexed, he shoved him back.*
"I do not remember you being so boring." *He snapped in frustration. He was listless, the thrill of the hunt no longer there. After all, his quarry was so...indifferent.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2009 7:25:57 GMT -5
"I suppose I wasn't before. I'm sorry--I told you, I'm different. D'you want me to go?"
His jaw flexed, the cords of his lean body standing out with dehydration and he felt rather cool, but not so much yet to need water. He felt rather strangely ashamed to have let the man down and stayed where he was on the floor, leaned back on his hands from the shove.
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 15, 2009 7:32:04 GMT -5
*Jean-François's lips twisted as he stood. He was vexed by this perversion of his sport. And he had been so looking forward to the evening. He felt...cheated. Opening his purse deftly, her fingered through it, sorting out a little more than 800 francs and dropping them carelessly to the cold stone of the floor. He turned sharply and strode out of the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving the man to see himself out.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 15, 2009 7:39:34 GMT -5
Grantaire stared at the money for several long seconds before reaching for it, standing and finding his clothes and making his way out into the street with the money tucked securely in his boot.
On the one hand, he had just made a very large sum very quickly without having to submit to sex at all, on the other he felt somewhat odd about disappointing the one man who had really ever been sexually interested in him to begin with, even if that had been torture and perversion.
Conflicted, he headed back to the rooms where he assumed Brishen would be long-asleep.
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