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Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 11, 2016 2:41:33 GMT
"Customs are often the face of social idiocy, I'll give you that." She had to agree, be it willing or begrudgingly. Afterall, who demanded women to wear corsets and criolines, judged people by their race and gender, and stated children were supposed to be ignorant blank slates? Oh yes, good old customs. Some things were actually good, in moderation, must most of it was salty sarcasm.
"Just let me fetch a jacket." She just hoped she'd not be piggybacking Sayvahn home afterwards while he recites drunken verses at any vaguely interesting passerby.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
That they were, Sayvahn thought to himself. After all, the burning underneath his fingers reminded him the price he had to pay for following social customs— for allowing, for willingly taking, Damien’s life. God. Maybe he would need that drink after all.
Waiting for Edelweiss should not take too long, the feline reasoned, so Sayvahn stood near the door, admiring the rest of the Crimson’s angel’s apartment. “Goodness, dear. How do you bat possible suitors away? Beautiful, intelligent— a guild leader with a stunning apartment. Are you sure you aren’t into older men?” Sayvahn winked, leaning against the wall.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 12, 2016 0:14:55 GMT
How did she bat possible suitors away? "You said it: with a bat. Violently." She replied first, then chuckled. "Jokes aside, most people are civilized enough that hearing a simple 'no' to an unwanted invitation already sends the message well."
Jacket worn, door open. She waited for Sayvahn to pass, then followed suit and locked the entrance before passing. "As for the few who don't... unfortunately, there's a reason why I had to learn self-defense." Age was never much of an issue though, as long as it did not included dating children. The redhead guessed she just didn't feel as much of a need for being in a relationship as Sayvahn judged, exception to the ones that happened naturally and she was actually in. "Should I pick a place or are you intending to go somewhere specific?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Oh. My. God. Bursting out laughing, Sayvahn had to hold onto the wall as he tried to recover from >that< reply. “Lord dearie, you laugh but frankly I can’t tell if you are joking, which makes it even more priceless.” Exiting the apartment, the older man had to wipe a tear from his eye. Oh lord. Perhaps he should be grateful that he had not met the crimson angel prior to Lasair. He doubted that Edelweiss would approve of his prior behavior— or if anything, maybe she would have been amused. Annoyed, but amused. Yet, the conversation drifted to a more solemn topic— one that hit perhaps too close to home for Sayvahn. “Ah. Yes. Indeed.” If only Nia, or himself, had known self defense when no had not been enough. Perhaps then his sister would still be alive. Emerald orbs found solace tracing the patterns interlaced in the ground as they walked, and when the question was presented, he shrugged. “Not certain. Depends on where you want to go. If you want to be alone, dancing and drinking merely in private, I know a bar that has a room for us to use. If you really want to go dancing, there are other bars that are less private. It is really up to you, dearie.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jul 12, 2016 2:42:15 GMT
It seemed like Edelweiss had hit a sensitive spot, but she didn't know what she said exactly that caused that. So she just quietly watched Sayvahn as they both walked towards the stairs and the blond man seemed to be analysing the floor with the intense precision of a battlefield surgeon, until the Feline spoke again in response to where they should go.
"Maybe an in-between of those options. Somewhere with people, but not too full or noisy."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Nodding, Sayvahn wished that he had a cigarette then. Remembering Nia hurt more then it should, but the feline doubted that he would be able to smoke in the hotel anyway. “We can go to the front of the bar then. It’s pretty gentle. Fun, but gentle.” It was the best word that he could use to describe it. There was music and dancing, but it was a nice kind. Not too party like, and the music was fairly calming. Right about then, the regulars would be showing up to just chat and sway— Sayvahn knew them loosely, but not enough to garner more than a nod when he entered the bar. But, it was a place he felt safe in, at least, somewhat.
Whether Edelweiss took up conversation on there way there was up to her, but his mind was loosely pondering on the bar itself. It wasn’t too far from Edelweiss’ apartment— it was rather close in the heart of the theater district. Yet from the Crimson Angel’s house, the blonde still had to plan on how exactly to get there. Once there, one just needed to take the stairs down downward into its hearth, where bright colors of red would swarm the senses, with incense candles burning along the rafters, and where the low sound of Lodan and Maasa music coming form the radio in the corner. It was a nice place, and it reminded Sayvahn of home somewhat. Couples could be found in the center of the room, dancing, hands, pressed against each others shoulders in a silent sway, while others moved, shaking hips, but they too, were slow. Everything was slow, was relaxed, was gentle. It was the draw of the place, after all, along with the alcohol. In a pinch, one could have the cheapest brew, but on days when pockets were fuller, you could taste the wines from the land of sand if one so desired. Sadly, that would not be what the older man would be drinking that night.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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