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middaeg2020-02-03 07:56 pm
ressusciter) wrote in middaeg2020-02-03 07:56 pm
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(semi-closed) rouse them all
Who: Dantes and pre-existing CR
When: Feb. 2nd-3rd.
Where: Entertainment District primarily, but may change.
What: Faoilleach celebrations and the results.
Warnings: Definitely drinking, will update if needed.
feoveuer 2nd.
[he'd seen the celebrations last night, and hastened past them - he'd already spent too much time out, only giving them glances outside the window. but tonight he works later, enough that dusk falls into the city like a veil, and he touches his watch in his pocket. silent, reassuring. the Bond in his chest still strong. there's nothing to worry about, and yet he does. but the world is lit in candlelight, and it's enough to make him go slower back home. candles that dot the city like tiny stars, and he wants to keep the sight in his gaze.
the bonfires that light up are almost a little too free for his taste, when his nerves are still as tightly strung as a violin, and he ducks away from a number of them. closer to home, though...it's not the sights that draw him, but the proximity to home. and in the end, he's curious, enough to accept what he's given and eye it a little critically before he throws it back. losing inhibitions, against his iron self control? he'd like to see the results, and he knows he's got it in hand with one drink alone.
it does help, a little bit. he feels a little looser, a slight lessening of the constant headache he has from tension, and he'll linger for a little while enough to let night fall around them, and all the lights to shine the brighter, and to soak in these effects. he's still himself, entirely, but he doesn't mind the touch of indulgence.]
feoveur 3rd.
[with last night in mind, he sets out again. well, less set out and more thrown out of the house, with the encouragement that if he got in later, it wouldn't be the end of the world, that he needs to actually enjoy himself for once. he worries too much, he knows, and last night had been...a little better than he expected, when he had given into his curiosity. and truthfully, he needs all the help he can get when it comes to unwinding. there hadn't been much difference in him last night - maybe a little more ease, maybe a tendency to speak what he thought - but that was hardly an issue, as he'd been himself still. he has resistance to poisons, he reminds himself. that's the confident thought that carries him into this night, taking the drinks and letting the warmth of the fire and the alcohol run through him. yet, for all it was, the potion wasn't exactly a poison.
earlier, the effects are more moderate, enough to where he's relaxed but not off guard, seated by the firelight and letting the festivities happen around him. the dancers are beautiful, the singing well, but not as important as him being a little more outside of his own head for once in a while. he's open to conversation, to putting down his stresses for a time.
later, it's really sunk in, for even he'd admit he can feel the alcohol. and with the potion already helping, it means he's much more engaged, and Dantes' limits steadily fade out, until even things like a rare smile cross his face from time to time. not so much that he doesn't still call himself another name, but enough that he looks like he's sincerely enjoying himself. enough to wander, letting his legs carry him in the District where they might go.]
When: Feb. 2nd-3rd.
Where: Entertainment District primarily, but may change.
What: Faoilleach celebrations and the results.
Warnings: Definitely drinking, will update if needed.
feoveuer 2nd.
[he'd seen the celebrations last night, and hastened past them - he'd already spent too much time out, only giving them glances outside the window. but tonight he works later, enough that dusk falls into the city like a veil, and he touches his watch in his pocket. silent, reassuring. the Bond in his chest still strong. there's nothing to worry about, and yet he does. but the world is lit in candlelight, and it's enough to make him go slower back home. candles that dot the city like tiny stars, and he wants to keep the sight in his gaze.
the bonfires that light up are almost a little too free for his taste, when his nerves are still as tightly strung as a violin, and he ducks away from a number of them. closer to home, though...it's not the sights that draw him, but the proximity to home. and in the end, he's curious, enough to accept what he's given and eye it a little critically before he throws it back. losing inhibitions, against his iron self control? he'd like to see the results, and he knows he's got it in hand with one drink alone.
it does help, a little bit. he feels a little looser, a slight lessening of the constant headache he has from tension, and he'll linger for a little while enough to let night fall around them, and all the lights to shine the brighter, and to soak in these effects. he's still himself, entirely, but he doesn't mind the touch of indulgence.]
feoveur 3rd.
[with last night in mind, he sets out again. well, less set out and more thrown out of the house, with the encouragement that if he got in later, it wouldn't be the end of the world, that he needs to actually enjoy himself for once. he worries too much, he knows, and last night had been...a little better than he expected, when he had given into his curiosity. and truthfully, he needs all the help he can get when it comes to unwinding. there hadn't been much difference in him last night - maybe a little more ease, maybe a tendency to speak what he thought - but that was hardly an issue, as he'd been himself still. he has resistance to poisons, he reminds himself. that's the confident thought that carries him into this night, taking the drinks and letting the warmth of the fire and the alcohol run through him. yet, for all it was, the potion wasn't exactly a poison.
earlier, the effects are more moderate, enough to where he's relaxed but not off guard, seated by the firelight and letting the festivities happen around him. the dancers are beautiful, the singing well, but not as important as him being a little more outside of his own head for once in a while. he's open to conversation, to putting down his stresses for a time.
later, it's really sunk in, for even he'd admit he can feel the alcohol. and with the potion already helping, it means he's much more engaged, and Dantes' limits steadily fade out, until even things like a rare smile cross his face from time to time. not so much that he doesn't still call himself another name, but enough that he looks like he's sincerely enjoying himself. enough to wander, letting his legs carry him in the District where they might go.]