descendency (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
descendency) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
descendency) wrote in westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
one day I might not make it back home (may catch-all)
WHO: Mingyu and YOU
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
no subject
No comment about the mess. He did far worse to his own quarters after Rynn died. ]
...If I were to speculate, I suppose someone as cagey as you needs at least one being to be habitually honest with, hm?
[ the words are murmured out dryly, but not without compassion, as he layers the bread with... ...well, this looks like some kind of thin-sliced protein, but he doesn't know what most of the food on this rock is actually called. It smells edible, good enough. ]
Well. The situation is shit and will presumably remain shit, but at least you get to spend time with him. Silver lining of ending up in this hellhole?
[ he gives a shrug before tucking into his sandwich. ]
no subject
It's a mess, and I would've vastly preferred some kind of heads up, [ he goes on to say dryly, but then his voice softens as he goes on. ] ...but. It's all I could've asked for of anything, of anywhere. I'll get it figured out.
[ He looks over at Archeval, the distant hint of tenderness on his features as he smiles in an echo of his much younger, less burdened self. ]
Thanks. For helping him. For helping me. I know I've been a shitty person and a shittier friend this whole while, but.
I appreciate it.
[ A pause, then— ]
...what was his name?
no subject
His shoulders hunch, just a little, as his gaze flicks off to one side. ]
........Sirynn. Just Rynn, to most of us.
[ it feels strange in his mouth now. He hasn't exactly had much reason to say it out loud as of late.
He turns the half-eaten sandwich over in his hands a little, his own voice a soft murmur in turn. ]
...you remind me a little of him. Mostly the annoying, insufferable quality.
[ taking a deep breath, sighing it out as he purses his lips-- ]
And no, that's not why I helped you with the sewing, so don't even start.
[ he sets down his food for a moment to contrarily stop and take a swig of booze before shoving the bottle back across their makeshift table. ]
...anyhow. You're welcome.
no subject
[ Sighing, he lifts the bottle to the air, tipping it at the emptiness. ]
To Sirynn, then. I'll try to look after your idiot best I can, so rest well.
no subject
When Mingyu is done with the bottle, he tugs it back for a moment to stare up at the dark ceiling. ]
Rest well. I'm not sorry you're not here because you'd absolutely be into the booze and already crying about leaving Cindy by now. ...and say hello to that old friend of yours for me, I suppose.
[ it's a lie. He's always sorry Rynn's not here. But Mingyu probably understands that, if anyone does.
Arche takes one more swig from the bottle before figuring he should take a break for a little while, nudging it back in the other direction. ]
....and no, believe me, you had some of the same manner about you. I'm not going to tell you about all the annoying things he liked to do because you'll promptly adopt half of them immediately just to irritate me. And I'll be too guilty to bother you into stopping. [ giving a little hmph, and then a dry look in Mingyu's direction: ]
Anyhow, this isn't about me. I believe you came down here to complain my ear off, now didn't you? I'll have you know I was still in the middle of coordinating the whole damn op and the comm chatter was such a mess I barely had time to get in touch with the people inside the damn ship--...
[ nothing does the trick for putting a fellow asshole at ease like a good petty argument, right? Right. Not that he's doing this to comfort Mingyu or anything silly like that, it's simply unreasonable to expect Arche to busy himself playing messenger at such a crucial moment...
But as they sit there over their late dinner sniping at each other about the nitpicky details of the whole matter, perhaps -- just perhaps -- he feels a little more steady himself. ]