( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

Comments

[flashystyle]

[Despite Dorian's intentions being quite the opposite — there for work, there for documenting, there for slowly chipping away at his own sanity trying to store every mile of this world into his mind for safekeeping in case he needed it — he finds himself walking into the same room as Nightingale. The scent of the fyrra is a pleasant one, and the world is a bit more quiet here. Enough that he can sit back, relax, calm his racing thoughts.

Well, he was going to do those things. The moment he meets the other man's gaze, his brows shoot up in a mixture of surprise and amusement.]

You are, perhaps, the last person I thought would be here.

[ettersberg]

( nightingale feels very relaxed. it is a loss of control, certainly, but one he has chosen to experience and that makes it more palatable than olympia's red light district or the heat of the wyver moon — and both of those have led to some interesting experiences for nightingale. not bad ones; he will not regret them even if john watson is now in stasis.

he's relaxed, which is perhaps why he responds quite frankly: ) I'm the last person I'd expect to see here, too. ( and then he smiles. )

I may have needed the break. ( it's an admission he most certainly wouldn't be offering without the fyrra in his system. it is also, to some extent at least, a testament to the fact that he enjoys dorian's company and trusts him. he hasn't lost that much control. )

[flashystyle]

I may have needed the break, he says. [Dorian shakes his head with a laugh.] That may be the understatement of the century.

[Still — it's nice to see him smile so easily. Dorian tucks the book he brought with him under his arm, making his way over to sit back alongside Nightingale. He tuts, tugging on the lapel of his suit jacket with disappointment.] I almost hoped you'd keep your beach attire. The world would be a much better place if you gave it a better view.

[ettersberg]

( dorian moves to sit next to him and tugs at the lapel of his suit and nightingale remembers, with a flash of heat that translates into something molten in his gaze and warmth in his cheeks, dorian's fingers unbuttoning his shirt. just the one button, true, but still —

he licks his lips, glancing away for a moment. )

Before or after you fixed it up?