( open ) december catch-all

[ettersberg]

Who: Thomas Nightingale (ettersberg) & various
What: piloting, mistletoes, everything else
When: december
Where: thesa, wyver, olympia
Warning(s): none yet



drift compatibility

[ he's flown in planes before, of course — even british wizards had to cross the channel somehow and anyone who'd have suggested broomsticks would have been the laughing stock of the entire folly, because it doesn't work that way. even before the war, he'd travelled as part of the foreign office, sometimes by plane and sometimes not.

no plane he's ever been in can compare to the ship he's in right now, strapped into one of the pilot seats and glancing at the controls in front of him with a somewhat sceptical expression. ]

I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how this is meant to work.

mistletoe

[ nightingale returns to olympia and settles into a routine in as much as he can. it hadn't been close to any holiday period when the world had ended for him, but it seems to be growing colder here and there is an increased air of festivity to everything.

every now and again, nightingale will find himself beneath a mistletoe at the same time as someone else, though never by design. if he notices the plant, he might try to simply ignore it, but if his companion notices as well, he'll speak: ]

Were there any traditions attached to it in your world?

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[poolhall_killer]

[Venom calms himself for a moment before speaking again, making sure his hair's covering his face. Nightingale doesn't need to see just how flustered he is.]

I'm sorry. That was rather crass of me to say.

Although, had it been your intention, I wouldn't mind at all.

[Is Venom... flirting? He seems to be trying, kind of testing the waters. Maybe his heart is finally healing as a few men around here have been catching his attention, including the one before him.]

[ettersberg]

Ah.

[ there's a moment when nightingale is -- not taken aback, precisely, but certainly processing those words and their implication. without outside prompts, he doesn't really let himself think of anyone as a potential partner, sexual or otherwise, doesn't let himself linger on whether he finds anyone handsome or not. ]

That's [ he hesitates for a moment, but then his lips curl up minutely. it's not an unwelcome admission, at any rate, even if he's at a loss what to do with it. ] good to know.

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom notes the smile, but isn't sure how to take the rest. Maybe he was laying it on too thick? Perhaps he should pull back and tread lighter.

He tucks some hair away from his face so Nightingale can see him properly. He doesn't think he's much to look at, but he's been told he's attractive...]

It's the truth.

[ettersberg]

[ not too thick -- but too fast, perhaps, for someone as reserved as nightingale when he's not under the influence of anything like whatever had been in the air recently in wyver. (he doesn't regret what happened under that influence, especially now that he's found his partners don't, either, but -- it's still out of the ordinary for him.)

out of the ordinary, but after a long moment, nightingale still leans in. not to kiss venom on the lips, mind, but to brush his own against the other man's cheek. it's a gentle thing, barely there. ]

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom wasn't expecting the kiss at all. He had planned on taking the conversation a bit further and offer a kiss of his own. It's so light, yet the former assassin can feel a slight tingling on in his cheek.

It's enough to bring a smile onto his face.]

Thank you.

[It's barely audible as Venom's rather flustered by the gesture.]

[ettersberg]

[ it's an odd thing, really, to think of someone who is a self-professed assassin and whose ethical code nightingale is still not quite sure of as cute -- but for a moment, that is precisely what nightingale thinks.

he doesn't quite smile himself, but there's warmth in his expression regardless. ]

Of course. [ he says, because any time feels too loaded and he's not entirely sure it would be the truth. ]

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom's always been a little on the emotional side. It's part of the reason why his hair's the way it is. But lately, his once-gloomy outlook has been brightened by the people around him.

It takes him a bit, but he drums up enough courage to speak again.]

Would you like to get some tea? It doesn't have to be today, but perhaps in the near future?

[ettersberg]

[ it sounds a great deal like a date, though nightingale grew up in a time when dating really wasn't the name for it at all, in a time when chaperones were still very much a thing.

a date with an assassin who wants to become a doctor. nightingale almost smiles. ]

Sometime this week.

[ that's a yes. ]

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom cannot help smiling a touch wider. Would it be considered a date? Well, it is two people meeting to possibly get to know each other better. And a small kiss was involved.]

That sounds fair.

[The former assassin should take his leave before turns into a larger ball of awkward.]

Until then, Mr. Nightingale.

[ettersberg]

[ nightingale gives a nod. ]

Until then.