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what boring muses are you used to seeing people use??
if you'd asked me a few months ago i would've happily called myself a slut but i'm rephrasing and rebranding lately as "sexually experimental" and "open for fun" in an effort to seem less self-deprecatory. but i will do anything for a klondike bar. (a reference u will never understand but should understand the gist of)
if you'd asked me a few months ago i would've happily called myself a slut but i'm rephrasing and rebranding lately as "sexually experimental" and "open for fun" in an effort to seem less self-deprecatory. but i will do anything for a klondike bar. (a reference u will never understand but should understand the gist of)
I think they're usually beautiful ladies, or young hairless men with good physiques.
Whatever you call yourself, I have no right to judge your ways, strange as they may be.
I have never engaged in a 'threesome' sir. I do not even know how to react to the idea.
Whatever you call yourself, I have no right to judge your ways, strange as they may be.
I have never engaged in a 'threesome' sir. I do not even know how to react to the idea.
[By this point, Goodsir has had enough time to clean up and get a little settled. He has clothes he knows how to wear and a straight razor, so when he turns up to Theo's suite he no longer resembles a fluffy shipwreck survivor. Nope, he's rocking it properly: trousers, shirt, waistcoat, tie, frockcoat. His hair has been trimmed and he has the absolutely out of date muttonchops. He's got a little black bag with him too, of course.
His expression when Theo answers the door is one of gentle curiosity.]
Ah, hello.
[Congrats, Theo. It's basically a baby deer in human form.]
His expression when Theo answers the door is one of gentle curiosity.]
Ah, hello.
[Congrats, Theo. It's basically a baby deer in human form.]
[Theo had a little bit of time to prepare the fuck room into something more presentable - candle lit by the bedside, all the discarded items of clothing kicked out of sight under the bed and the drapes drawn for privacy. The walls are still half-graffiti'd with panted murals, familiar faces and collages of little bits of magazines and written words. Theo himself is barely dressed in a silk robe, hair slicked back and still damp from a shower as he answers the door and flashes a bright, shiny smile.
Those chops..]
Greetings, Doc. Come in, come in.
[He opens the door to invite him in with a sweep of his hand.]
Those chops..]
Greetings, Doc. Come in, come in.
[He opens the door to invite him in with a sweep of his hand.]
[What is with men dressing in so little? Armand had been in a robe too, when he'd invited Goodsir by. He's beginning to think it must just be the 'modern' culture. And far be it for him to insult a foreign culture, even if privately it makes him uncomfortable.
Goodsir smiles nervously as he enters, holding his bag up a little as if it might protect him from Theo's aura of debauchery.]
Thank you, yes.
[To avoid looking at Theo, he looks around the room. The candlelight he does not clock as romantic - he's used to working by lamplight, and is still growing used to the idea of electricity.]
You've very lovely quarters, Mr. Teddie.
[That's another thing he's noticing: decor. Although much of the manor is old to its residents, there are plenty of modern fabrics and furniture and the like. It's fascinating, like a coat of new paint on something antique.
He turns to face Theo again, smiling in his slightly anxious way.]
Now. You implied you had something that required attention?
Goodsir smiles nervously as he enters, holding his bag up a little as if it might protect him from Theo's aura of debauchery.]
Thank you, yes.
[To avoid looking at Theo, he looks around the room. The candlelight he does not clock as romantic - he's used to working by lamplight, and is still growing used to the idea of electricity.]
You've very lovely quarters, Mr. Teddie.
[That's another thing he's noticing: decor. Although much of the manor is old to its residents, there are plenty of modern fabrics and furniture and the like. It's fascinating, like a coat of new paint on something antique.
He turns to face Theo again, smiling in his slightly anxious way.]
Now. You implied you had something that required attention?
Oh, yes...
[Theo closes the door behind Goodsir neatly, before padding barefoot around him toward the bed. He sits on the edge of it, eyes alert and glimmering with mischief now that he's lured the doctor into his web so easily. He parts the top of his robe a little to better show the v of bare skin.]
I've felt a little off lately? I was hoping you might be able to give me some kind of exam.
[Theo closes the door behind Goodsir neatly, before padding barefoot around him toward the bed. He sits on the edge of it, eyes alert and glimmering with mischief now that he's lured the doctor into his web so easily. He parts the top of his robe a little to better show the v of bare skin.]
I've felt a little off lately? I was hoping you might be able to give me some kind of exam.
['Off.' Not very specific, but that's not uncommon in complaints. And he's certainly given plenty of physical examinations before. So Goodsir just nods, professional manner asserting itself and making him less nervous.
He follows Theo. When he speaks his voice remains soft.]
Of course. When you say 'off', ah, do you have headaches, perhaps? Joint pain?
[He recalls Tim and Koby telling him that the manor residents had just spent a month holed up with very few supplies. While not an extremely long time, it's possible that those with more delicate systems were still suffering its effects.
He lifts his hands to gently cup Theo's jaw on either side so he can tilt his head as he examines his face.]
Your skin looks quite good. Have you found you bruise easily? Any fatigue?
He follows Theo. When he speaks his voice remains soft.]
Of course. When you say 'off', ah, do you have headaches, perhaps? Joint pain?
[He recalls Tim and Koby telling him that the manor residents had just spent a month holed up with very few supplies. While not an extremely long time, it's possible that those with more delicate systems were still suffering its effects.
He lifts his hands to gently cup Theo's jaw on either side so he can tilt his head as he examines his face.]
Your skin looks quite good. Have you found you bruise easily? Any fatigue?
[Theo's smile is half-there, half-reserved because he could just melt at the attention and the sweet, swift way Harry applies it to him. Is this deceitful of him? Of fucking course. But is he still in belief that it's for Harry's good as well as his own? Clearly. He thinks for a moment, a hum in his throat.]
Last month put a strain on all of us so I don't know if it's just that, of course... I lost a little muscle, I think. I have been dreadfully lethargic.
[When bored.]
Bruising... mm, what would you classify easily as?
Last month put a strain on all of us so I don't know if it's just that, of course... I lost a little muscle, I think. I have been dreadfully lethargic.
[When bored.]
Bruising... mm, what would you classify easily as?
Yes, I'd heard a little bit about that. I assure you that although I am not a Physician, I've dealt with a very similar situation.
[His kind, dark eyes crinkle up at the corners.] You're in good hands.
[He feels Theo's pulse. Steady. Good.]
Easily as in disproportionate to the injury. Barking one's shin, for example, should not result in black bruises.
The muscle loss, that's primarily in your arms and legs?
[His kind, dark eyes crinkle up at the corners.] You're in good hands.
[He feels Theo's pulse. Steady. Good.]
Easily as in disproportionate to the injury. Barking one's shin, for example, should not result in black bruises.
The muscle loss, that's primarily in your arms and legs?
Torso too. See?
[He lets the robe slip off his shoulders, still pooled with the belt at his waist - but now his top half is bare, no longer impeccable with glamors that disguise faint freckling. While not flexing, Theo is indeed conscious to give off the best impression; there are faint bruises, but:]
Hickeys, mostly. I heal from them pretty fast so I suppose they're nothing to worry about?
[He lets the robe slip off his shoulders, still pooled with the belt at his waist - but now his top half is bare, no longer impeccable with glamors that disguise faint freckling. While not flexing, Theo is indeed conscious to give off the best impression; there are faint bruises, but:]
Hickeys, mostly. I heal from them pretty fast so I suppose they're nothing to worry about?
[Goodsir has no idea what Theo's game is. He genuinely thinks that he's conducting a medical examination. So he studies Theo with care, not embarrassed because to him the context is professional.
He's just examining the bruising when Theo says "hickeys." He jumps as if goosed, his eyes going wide.
He doesn't recognise 'hickey' as a word for a love bite. He knows it as a name. The name of the man who kidnapped him and coerced him into doing terrible things.
After a moment of pure panic, he manages a nervous smile. He takes his hands back, because they've begun to shake.]
Ah. Yes. I mean, n-no. No, they're nothing to worry about.
You seem to be in fine health, overall. Your, ah. Mental state? Is good?
He's just examining the bruising when Theo says "hickeys." He jumps as if goosed, his eyes going wide.
He doesn't recognise 'hickey' as a word for a love bite. He knows it as a name. The name of the man who kidnapped him and coerced him into doing terrible things.
After a moment of pure panic, he manages a nervous smile. He takes his hands back, because they've begun to shake.]
Ah. Yes. I mean, n-no. No, they're nothing to worry about.
You seem to be in fine health, overall. Your, ah. Mental state? Is good?
Ohh, some crushing existentialism here and there. But I drown it all out with plenty of booze.
[Smiling! He's taking that weird little jolt as hitting a fun nerve, not a bad one, but it wouldn't be the first time he was wholly off base about something. Theo makes a point of staring up into Harry's eyes when he can, annoyed for the first time at his lack of glamors. He knows his blue eyes were piercing, but still thinks his black-brown naturals are... boring. Easier to avoid the gaze of, too.]
And sex.
[Smiling! He's taking that weird little jolt as hitting a fun nerve, not a bad one, but it wouldn't be the first time he was wholly off base about something. Theo makes a point of staring up into Harry's eyes when he can, annoyed for the first time at his lack of glamors. He knows his blue eyes were piercing, but still thinks his black-brown naturals are... boring. Easier to avoid the gaze of, too.]
And sex.
[Goodsir looks at Theo (who has very pretty eyes, in his opinion) with honest concern.
He's thinking of men he's lost, men who did indeed suffer crushing dread. Could this young man possibly be so tormented?
Goodsir pats one of Theo's hands awkwardly.]
You must be careful of overindulgence. It's possible that you're overstimulating yourself, and that is exacerbating your fatigue.
He's thinking of men he's lost, men who did indeed suffer crushing dread. Could this young man possibly be so tormented?
Goodsir pats one of Theo's hands awkwardly.]
You must be careful of overindulgence. It's possible that you're overstimulating yourself, and that is exacerbating your fatigue.
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