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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 8, 2009 13:08:39 GMT -5
Nicolas went to the mirror to inspect it. He thought perhaps it looked different. He had not quite looked at himself in a mirror beforehand, though, and so could not be really certain. All he could think of was the dim memory of combing his own hair in an attic flat, same candlelight, different smirking young man, and feel slightly spooked.
But he recovered.
He looked over his shoulder at George with a lazy smile.
"It's a bit long," he conceded. "Next to yours, at least. Maybe you'll cut it for me, too?" he teased.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 8, 2009 13:56:54 GMT -5
George snorted. "I'm no barber, not unless you like the jagged look."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 10, 2009 16:28:25 GMT -5
Nicolas smirked lazily. "Mmmm..." he said, as though considering.
He wasn't, of course. He did not think it would do him any good to frighten George with the fact that his hair would be as long as ever the next night.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 11, 2009 15:18:54 GMT -5
"Oh, you're brave, are you?" If George had a pair of scissors or a knife in hand, this would have been his cue to twirl it threateningly. "Don't let your weary eyes fall shut here, Nicolas, or you might wake up shorn!"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 11, 2009 15:21:22 GMT -5
"Depends on when I fall asleep," said the lazily grinning mouth. Nicolas licked his lips unthinkingly. "George. Come here."
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 11, 2009 15:23:32 GMT -5
George regarded him dispassionately. "What is it? Found another pigeon in your hair that's wanting out, have you?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 11, 2009 15:27:39 GMT -5
"No," he laughed. "I want a repeat of the fountain. I'll pour water over you first, if you'd like."
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 11, 2009 15:34:22 GMT -5
"You should have said!" The dark-haired mortal made a grand gesture but came over to sit beside Nicolas.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 11, 2009 15:39:37 GMT -5
Nicolas put a hand on George's waist and another took his cheek, thumb pressed against the edge of his jaw, and he leaned in to kiss him, rather hungrily. It was done with hesitation, yes, but with vampiric swiftness that made it seem almost eerily, hypnotically fluid. That was at least partially the intention.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 10:26:34 GMT -5
Eerily, hypnotically fluid- George would not have described it as such, but there was something about Nicolas that was sort of mesmerizing, wasn't there? He watched Nicolas lean in, and it would have been difficult to move away from the man even if he'd wanted to.
His mouth wasn't so cold this time, not tepid to the point of being mildly jarring. George wasn't likely to tell him this, but kissing Nicolas that last time had been like kissing a dead man. Of course, that comparison led him to unwelcome thoughts of Francis. It was extremely irritating to feel such churning unease- George reciprocated rather quickly, leaning forward into the kiss so determinedly that he nearly pushed Nicolas back.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 25, 2009 11:06:36 GMT -5
George was as mesmeric, though for quite opposite reasons. His mortal languor - mixed with mortal rashness - and the warmth and weight of his very mortal body, beneath the 19th century attire, were beyond attractive to him. As was his reaction. Nicolas' hand it moved from beyond his waist to wrap his arm around him, pulling them very close indeed with thoughtful vampiric strength, although it should not hurt. He sighed against George's mouth, his hand slipping into his hair.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 11:45:42 GMT -5
Pulling him closer had George nearly in the other man’s lap, and at feeling the fingers in his hair he smiled against Nicolas’ mouth. Their kissing was sometimes heated, sometimes languid; at some point George found himself wanting to push Nicolas down on the sofa, and at another only thought that he would like to go on kissing forever. The violinist was extremely good at it.
“Do you… ” Breathing raggedly, George broke their kiss for a moment’s pause, his forehead against Nicolas’s. “Do you miss the danger?” His lips curved into another smile, referring of course to their other kisses, all rushed or interrupted by something. His eyes flickered up to stare directly into Nicolas’ eyes boldly.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 25, 2009 12:07:14 GMT -5
"Ohhh, you think it's more dangerous out there - " It was part breathless laugh, part groan of pleasure, and part groan of disappointment that the kiss had been broken. " - than here, do you?"
He tilted his head to meet George's eyes as though daring him, but he couldn't keep smirking for long, and it turned into a smile and a near-laugh huff of breath, his eyes dropping, then lifting again. He tilted his head, this time as though to ask, d'you wanna go on?
Even in the midst of that hunger, there was an overwhelming sense of warmth, that he and George should be doing this, laughing lightly at each other while kissing. It was so familiar to him that it made him feel, momentarily, sharply pained with nostalgia. But he couldn't do this for long. George was not dead. He was alive; and for the time being, Nicki felt rather alive with him.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 12:29:31 GMT -5
“Well,” George said, casually pushing Nicolas down onto the sofa with one hand as he spoke. “You tell me. How dangerous is a ghost?” Then he looked down, grinned, and kissed Nicolas quickly, as though to get some in before the violinist could answer.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Sept 25, 2009 12:46:23 GMT -5
Nicolas, faintly flushed, tossed his head back to force curls off his forehead in a dismissive sort of way. He didn't want for his hair to be getting in the way. However, Nicki's hair was as contrary as he was.
Nonetheless, he seemed almost transfixed by the reality of George's person - the details of his own black hair, the slope of his forehead, the fan of his lashes, and the red silk of his smirking lower lip. He pulled George closer, not going to be pushed down without compensation.
"How do you know I won't be visiting you nightly, just like this?" asked Nicki in a hushed voice, not even realizing it, something in his smile suggesting his own mind was haunted. "Driving you mad with longing... Don't you think I could?"
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