yeah? shit. that's a relief. you weren't against the married thing, so i thought... you know, maybe.
( Daniel is slightly annoyed that meeting a quota and counting notches on his bedpost takes a lot of the fun out of getting laid, but... doesn't hurt to be practical about it, either. )
my place? your place? i don't care. we don't have to just, meet and fuck, but if that's easier, i'm game with that too.
shit, really? they just leave you on the streets? that's ... awful, but somehow i can't even manage to be surprised.
still in default housing. it's nothing special ( and maybe that's the rich boy in him showing the littlest tiniest bit because the accommodations are pretty nice, just not, you know, 1%er nice, ) but i probably need a job to go anywhere else and i haven't figured that part out yet.
( but he'll still send his room number, so she knows exactly where. )
ive been staying with somebody. they let me stay in the motel prior to that. i dont think im allowed to keep staying with her if were not contracted, though.
[ so, all of that is to say yes, they pretty much told her seth and margo were gone, gave her some time to gather her things, and directed her to the motel. if the down weren't flooded she doubts she'd have even gotten that much. ]
good news you wont have to be waiting too long ill be there in a few minutes. [ once she leaves a note for kate. ]
shit. how long do you have to find something different?
( surely after the flooding is over, they'll have to give her some kind of accommodation. ...right??? why is this city literally the worst all the time???
also, he wasn't exactly suggesting they meet up immediately, but, he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. sex he signed up for and wasn't provoked by aphros or coercive circumstances? hell yeah. )
a few months. the same grace period you get when you first arrive.
[ they do provide you with accommodations in the down, but from the sound of things there's not going to be much of the down left by the time they get back.
maybe she's a little too eager to get her quota met after what had happened on the beach. but she'd liked him, and he'd been good at what they ended up doing, and it is honestly refreshing to make the decision to sleep with someone on her own.
after leaving a note for kate that reads something along the lines of 'headed out for the night, be back later or tomorrow', she finds the door and floor he had definitely mentioned to her before this conversation took place and knocks at it, not exactly dressed formally, but she also isn't sure how to dress casually. ]
( no, she's not dressed casually, but to be fair? Daniel doesn't really know how to dress casually, either. his plans for the evening were basically eating at some point and killing a bottle of red wine on his own watching the weird overtly sexual television Duplicity has to offer. and he's still wearing dress pants and a nice shirt, even if it's rumpled and shoved up to his elbows. at least he managed to not wear a tie if he's bumming around by himself.
while he didn't dress up for his "date" (that distinctly feels like the wrong word for what is happening, but for lack of a better one), Daniel did brush his teeth and splashed some water on his face. so he cares at least enough to freshen up, even if that consideration hadn't gone as far as his clothes. he opens the door and his eyebrows lift, before he steps back to let her in. )
Shit. You look great, and I didn't even finish buttoning my shirt this morning. ( should he have gone and fished out a tie for this??? at least Daniel does not seem to be floundering with insecurity. and hey, he tucked in his shirt, even if he didn't finish buttoning it. it's the little things. ) You want a drink? Do you drink? ( they hadn't gotten that far in the elevator. he'd been so desperate to keep from sharing ugly family secrets Daniel had made sure his mouth was not available for talking shortly into their time together. now he's got a bit of catch-up to do. )
[ she's lived for centuries, seen a lot of trends come and go. for most of it she's had to wear what is basically lingerie, one of the few exceptions being the outfit she'd worn the night she escaped the twister, and since then she's been picking things she feels drawn to. they feel like almost like armor when she wears them.
it's not a date, not that she's ever necessarily been on one of those. she nods to him as he lets her in, giving him a quick once-over after he mentions being underdressed - he's a bit rumpled, maybe, but that he's wearing pieces of a suit indicates that he cares enough that he feels he's underdressed. he offers her a drink and she can smell alcohol on his breath, but he's carrying himself better than most people she's seen frequenting bars, both before and after escaping one. meaning he may have an addiction, but he doesn't allow himself to get sloppy enough with it to be called out on it.
(she imagines that's the case, anyway. she's seen how seth had managed to hide his, albeit very briefly.) ]
No. But thank you. [ she only consumes what nourishes her, and drinking anything besides blood doesn't do that. ] How have you been handling things since the elevator?
( when he was younger, Daniel had enough shame to hide empty bottles under his sink and carry travel-sized mouthwash in his pocket, to try and hide the ugly reality of his drinking. from strangers and family alike. that was back before half a dozen rehab stays that never stuck, and thinly veiled threats about appearances more so than his health. he's too old now to care, and frankly, if people choose to avoid him because he has a drinking problem — good for fucking them. great call. no judgment. all the better if he scares anyone off with his bad habits, he never knows how to properly interact with people that actively have their life together.
the offer had been instinctive, misplaced southern hospitality mixed with a complete misunderstanding of how vampirism worked, besides melodramatic cw shows. ) Shit. Right. ( Daniel feels mildly cowed to drink in front of someone who can't, but not really cowed enough to not drink, it turns out. he's not shitfaced or anything, existing at that mild state of buzzed that he tries to exist in as long as possible. being sober in Duplicity sounds miserable. Kisa has his sympathy. ) Not sure I can manage a glass of the stuff you need. Unless you like it from the vein...? Or is that a classic lit misinterpretation?
( see, he really doesn't have any idea how vampirism works. it'd been brought up, it's just... they'd gotten distracted. Daniel has had time to wrap his mind around it. hell, he's met a couple of vampires since arrival (more than he realizes, even). might as well figure out how not to be an asshole about it. as for how he's been doing, he shrugs. ) Terrible. But surely no worse than anyone else, since this place sucks.
( doesn't seem fair to complain, he's got it better than at least half the population, right? so he won't, at least not in detail. )
[ in fairness to him, her particular type of vampire can eat and drink normally, if they get in enough blood in addition to whatever else they're consuming. she just doesn't. she doesn't see the point when it does nothing to nourish her, and centuries without has caused her to develop a distaste. that said, she doesn't care if he does in front of her. she's seen far worse methods of coping with things, including her own. ]
No, it's good from the vein. I made sure to...eat before coming here, though.
[ it hadn't exactly been an offer, so she's not about to take him up on it. if he happens to make it again later on, though...well, they can see where the night leads them.
at his assessment of the place, she manages a laugh, nodding. ]
Yeah, it does. I'd say it gets easier to handle as time goes on, but it's more like you come to know what to expect. And even then, they can change things around on you.
( Daniel's expression colors a little at the confession she made sure to eat up before she showed. he'd been working his way through a bottle of red wine before Kisa arrived (he isn't always killing a glass of whiskey, sometimes he works his way up), and decides he needs another drink while he contemplates exactly what that means. he collects it from the counter and takes a dreg, thinking as the tannin curls around his tongue. after he's swallowed, he's constructed his response. )
What happens if you don't? Eat ahead of time, that is.
( not that he's ... repulsed, or even that concerned. more curious. look, wrapping his mind around vampires being a legit thing was a start. that doesn't mean he entirely gets how it works. does sex make a vampire hungry? that's a valid thing to know, maybe. he wonders what it would be like, to lose a little blood in the middle of sex. would it hurt, or would he stop feeling it at some point? would he stay hard or would that sort of be an after an orgasm sort of experience?
he's thinking too much about this. in his defense, there's an extremely hot vampire in his presence. and ... to be honest, maybe he's a little messed up. the satanic upbringing probably has something to do with that. )
They sure can. I'm tired of the games. Maybe we'll get stuck in less if we play ball and hit quota. I wasn't trying when I first got here, might as well start now. ( Daniel puts down his wine, deciding that just because they're doing this as a means to an end, it doesn't mean they have to operate at a cold and mechanical distance until their clothes are off. he offers a hand to Kisa, tilting his head as he suggests, ) You don't have to stay all the way over there.
( it's not exactly the same as finding someone and having a good time just because he wants to. because she wants to. nothing more complicated than that. though it is a great deal better than being forced to get involved, whether he wants to or not. it's nice to have the chance to do this the way they want to, instead of fast and desperate. and yes, he'd like a chance to be close to her and enjoy that fact before he starts getting her naked. Daniel usually does distance, hell, mostly he prefers it. the only time he lets himself relent is when he chooses to get close to someone on purpose. maybe his purpose is a little skewed, but the want to be close to someone apparently translates well across situations. )
look he would hardly be the first | cw: mention of past noncon
[ it's an interesting question and come to think of it, she's ever consciously tried. there have been people who have asked to be bitten during the act, and there were times where she'd be forced to go without feeding but still meant to pleasure her masters, only allowed to feed after the act. ]
I'm not sure I want to find out, especially not in the middle of things.
[ if he wants her to bite him or feed from him, she'll do it. she'll warn him of what could come with the territory beforehand - blood is a conduit to the soul, and feeding from someone can come with an onslaught of memories that he might not want to share with her. it doesn't always, but it feels only fair to warn him.
he offers a hand out to her and she smiles, coming over with slow steps as she extends her hand to take his, tossing her hair over her shoulder. ]
Shall we sit down? [ she doesn't know what he'd had planned, if he wanted to talk a bit first or if he'd gotten enough of that in the elevator. she's had a mixed bag of interactions in this place, but it's nice not to have this one be manipulated by outside factors. ]
( is that a joke? maybe not. maybe Daniel just has terribly dark humor, because he laughs anyway. )
You know what? Fair enough.
(want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
[ it's not, but he's free to see it as one if it makes the situation more comfortable. although really, this situation is about as comfortable as one can be in this city. they'd both had fun, they'd gotten along, they're agreeing to do it again. it's a pretty good deal.
his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
Watching trash television, mostly. I loved reality tv back home. Like the Bachelorette and Real Housewives and shit. They've got stuff like that here, only it's a lot more horny.
( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?
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as for blunt, she doesn't mind it. at least blunt is honest. ]
sure.
when and where do you want to meet?
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( Daniel is slightly annoyed that meeting a quota and counting notches on his bedpost takes a lot of the fun out of getting laid, but... doesn't hurt to be practical about it, either. )
my place? your place? i don't care. we don't have to just, meet and fuck, but if that's easier, i'm game with that too.
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where are you?
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still in default housing. it's nothing special ( and maybe that's the rich boy in him showing the littlest tiniest bit because the accommodations are pretty nice, just not, you know, 1%er nice, ) but i probably need a job to go anywhere else and i haven't figured that part out yet.
( but he'll still send his room number, so she knows exactly where. )
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[ so, all of that is to say yes, they pretty much told her seth and margo were gone, gave her some time to gather her things, and directed her to the motel. if the down weren't flooded she doubts she'd have even gotten that much. ]
good news you wont have to be waiting too long
ill be there in a few minutes. [ once she leaves a note for kate. ]
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( surely after the flooding is over, they'll have to give her some kind of accommodation. ...right??? why is this city literally the worst all the time???
also, he wasn't exactly suggesting they meet up immediately, but, he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. sex he signed up for and wasn't provoked by aphros or coercive circumstances? hell yeah. )
i'll see you soon, then.
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[ they do provide you with accommodations in the down, but from the sound of things there's not going to be much of the down left by the time they get back.
maybe she's a little too eager to get her quota met after what had happened on the beach. but she'd liked him, and he'd been good at what they ended up doing, and it is honestly refreshing to make the decision to sleep with someone on her own.
after leaving a note for kate that reads something along the lines of 'headed out for the night, be back later or tomorrow', she finds the door and floor he had definitely mentioned to her before this conversation took place and knocks at it, not exactly dressed formally, but she also isn't sure how to dress casually. ]
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while he didn't dress up for his "date" (that distinctly feels like the wrong word for what is happening, but for lack of a better one), Daniel did brush his teeth and splashed some water on his face. so he cares at least enough to freshen up, even if that consideration hadn't gone as far as his clothes. he opens the door and his eyebrows lift, before he steps back to let her in. )
Shit. You look great, and I didn't even finish buttoning my shirt this morning. ( should he have gone and fished out a tie for this??? at least Daniel does not seem to be floundering with insecurity. and hey, he tucked in his shirt, even if he didn't finish buttoning it. it's the little things. ) You want a drink? Do you drink? ( they hadn't gotten that far in the elevator. he'd been so desperate to keep from sharing ugly family secrets Daniel had made sure his mouth was not available for talking shortly into their time together. now he's got a bit of catch-up to do. )
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it's not a date, not that she's ever necessarily been on one of those. she nods to him as he lets her in, giving him a quick once-over after he mentions being underdressed - he's a bit rumpled, maybe, but that he's wearing pieces of a suit indicates that he cares enough that he feels he's underdressed. he offers her a drink and she can smell alcohol on his breath, but he's carrying himself better than most people she's seen frequenting bars, both before and after escaping one. meaning he may have an addiction, but he doesn't allow himself to get sloppy enough with it to be called out on it.
(she imagines that's the case, anyway. she's seen how seth had managed to hide his, albeit very briefly.) ]
No. But thank you. [ she only consumes what nourishes her, and drinking anything besides blood doesn't do that. ] How have you been handling things since the elevator?
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the offer had been instinctive, misplaced southern hospitality mixed with a complete misunderstanding of how vampirism worked, besides melodramatic cw shows. ) Shit. Right. ( Daniel feels mildly cowed to drink in front of someone who can't, but not really cowed enough to not drink, it turns out. he's not shitfaced or anything, existing at that mild state of buzzed that he tries to exist in as long as possible. being sober in Duplicity sounds miserable. Kisa has his sympathy. ) Not sure I can manage a glass of the stuff you need. Unless you like it from the vein...? Or is that a classic lit misinterpretation?
( see, he really doesn't have any idea how vampirism works. it'd been brought up, it's just... they'd gotten distracted. Daniel has had time to wrap his mind around it. hell, he's met a couple of vampires since arrival (more than he realizes, even). might as well figure out how not to be an asshole about it. as for how he's been doing, he shrugs. ) Terrible. But surely no worse than anyone else, since this place sucks.
( doesn't seem fair to complain, he's got it better than at least half the population, right? so he won't, at least not in detail. )
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No, it's good from the vein. I made sure to...eat before coming here, though.
[ it hadn't exactly been an offer, so she's not about to take him up on it. if he happens to make it again later on, though...well, they can see where the night leads them.
at his assessment of the place, she manages a laugh, nodding. ]
Yeah, it does. I'd say it gets easier to handle as time goes on, but it's more like you come to know what to expect. And even then, they can change things around on you.
tw: hornee for bloodplay smh daniel
What happens if you don't? Eat ahead of time, that is.
( not that he's ... repulsed, or even that concerned. more curious. look, wrapping his mind around vampires being a legit thing was a start. that doesn't mean he entirely gets how it works. does sex make a vampire hungry? that's a valid thing to know, maybe. he wonders what it would be like, to lose a little blood in the middle of sex. would it hurt, or would he stop feeling it at some point? would he stay hard or would that sort of be an after an orgasm sort of experience?
he's thinking too much about this. in his defense, there's an extremely hot vampire in his presence. and ... to be honest, maybe he's a little messed up. the satanic upbringing probably has something to do with that. )
They sure can. I'm tired of the games. Maybe we'll get stuck in less if we play ball and hit quota. I wasn't trying when I first got here, might as well start now. ( Daniel puts down his wine, deciding that just because they're doing this as a means to an end, it doesn't mean they have to operate at a cold and mechanical distance until their clothes are off. he offers a hand to Kisa, tilting his head as he suggests, ) You don't have to stay all the way over there.
( it's not exactly the same as finding someone and having a good time just because he wants to. because she wants to. nothing more complicated than that. though it is a great deal better than being forced to get involved, whether he wants to or not. it's nice to have the chance to do this the way they want to, instead of fast and desperate. and yes, he'd like a chance to be close to her and enjoy that fact before he starts getting her naked. Daniel usually does distance, hell, mostly he prefers it. the only time he lets himself relent is when he chooses to get close to someone on purpose. maybe his purpose is a little skewed, but the want to be close to someone apparently translates well across situations. )
look he would hardly be the first | cw: mention of past noncon
I'm not sure I want to find out, especially not in the middle of things.
[ if he wants her to bite him or feed from him, she'll do it. she'll warn him of what could come with the territory beforehand - blood is a conduit to the soul, and feeding from someone can come with an onslaught of memories that he might not want to share with her. it doesn't always, but it feels only fair to warn him.
he offers a hand out to her and she smiles, coming over with slow steps as she extends her hand to take his, tossing her hair over her shoulder. ]
Shall we sit down? [ she doesn't know what he'd had planned, if he wanted to talk a bit first or if he'd gotten enough of that in the elevator. she's had a mixed bag of interactions in this place, but it's nice not to have this one be manipulated by outside factors. ]
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You know what? Fair enough.
( want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
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his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
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( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?